• when mike spends the night, he always INSISTS on sharing the bed with will because
a) the bed is more comfortable
b) no way in hell is will sleeping on the floor on mike’s watch
• will gave mike his flannel
• mike gave will his hellfire shirt
• mike is pretty touchy. he always finds an excuse for hugs, kisses, and anything small
• will is big spoon. always.
• unless he’s had a nightmare or is upset
• will loves painting & drawing mike. like even when he’s in class & doodling, he always draws mike. 90% of the time he doesn’t even mean to, it just happens.
• their first kiss was..awkward to say the least.
• mike has never kissed a guy before that and will hasn’t kissed..anyone really.
• well, will has kissed a few people but he doesn’t count them. (mainly just stuff from middle school dances)
• mike was insanely nervous and kept awkwardly laughing, his hands were really sweaty and he kept apologizing for nothing
• also his face was like..super red.
• will was nervous too, so in the middle of mike apologizing and going on a rant nobody but him could understand..will just did it.
• mike just stood there, frozen tbh
• will apologized profusely
• they laughed about it later and tried again
• they’ll lay in bed together and listen to music for hours. just holding each other
• anytime they fight, mike is always the first to cave in and apologize tbh
• will stays petty for a little bit
• until mike says something cute and will can’t help but forgive him
• will refuses to admit thats he’s wrong. like..ever.
• it drives mike crazy sometimes but he loves that about will
• will will sometimes just stare at mike thinking about how handsome he is and how much he loves him
• mike helps will with his trauma a lot
• even if he doesn’t understand, he will always be there for will. always.
• he’ll sit there and let will cry on him, hold will after a nightmare, rub his back during anxiety attacks, or if will doesn’t feel like talking mike will sit there with him.
• joyce and hopper are very supportive!!
• joyce especially, i think hopper is mad that mike keeps dating his kids.
• of course hopper gave mike the big “if you hurt him..”‘ speech.
• which of course terrified mike
• but it made will laugh so hard his side was hurting when he found out.
• joyce was irritated but couldn’t help but laugh too.
• the party doesn’t care either way
• dustin made a bet with lucas about it actually
• when mike told them, all he got for a response was dustin laughing because he was right about his bet and lucas had to give him $10
• eleven thinks they’re adorable.
• but she protects will
• she also gave mike the “if you hurt him..” speech
• nancy is so supportive, she tries to help mike with boyfriend trouble
• she also helped mike get ready when he had his first real date with will.
• to make up for the lack of letters, mike always writes will love letters and sneaks them into his sketchbook.
unfriendly reminder because i’m still seeing posts about it:
noah being gay does NOT mean he has a crush on finn and it does NOT mean he wasn’t acting at any point in the show.
shipping real people is disrespectful and weird as fuck and so is discrediting an actor’s talent and hard work because they share this one aspect of their identity with the character they play.
Elvis goes down on a shy virgin!reader in the backseat of his Cadillac or his bedroom with all the stuffed animals? She's a fan he took a shine to when she nervously asked for his autograph. I'm sorry its so specific or if you don't want to do it lol
thank you for this bunny! yours was the first request i ever got. i wanted to get it just right.
say yes to heaven
'when he comes up for air he lick his lips. “cherry.” he smiles, without explanation. he’s tasting your lip balm, you realise.'
pairing: 50s elvis/reader or austin!elvis/reader whichever you prefer
rating: M, minors do not interact
warnings: oral, fan/elvis power dynamics thing, the usual elvis stuff. u know how it is. also a note, they’re both around 22 in this.
“you been kissed before, baby?” he asks, cheek leaning on his arm, propped up on the back of the seat. beyond the window of the cadillac you can see lauryl canyon. brush rabbits, eucalyptus, no stars. you shift your thigh against the leather, feeling sweat. he bats his angel lashes. be cool, be cool, be cool.
“yeah.”
“what else ya done?”
“uh…” your cheeks are hot. “some stuff.”
his left hand is trailing up and down your arm so lightly that it tickles. you feel the little hairs rise under his fingertips. unsatisfied with your answer he widens his eyes and does a funny little head shake.
“like what?”
“ah…” you bring your hands to cover your face while he chuckles. be cool be cool be cool. “y’know… like touching.”
“naw, don’t be embarrassed, honey. it’s a good thing.”
“well, it’s not like i haven’t… i have done stuff. i’m just…”
“you’re waitin’. you’re a good girl.” his touch on your arm is getting firmer, using his whole palm now to glide up and down. he catches one of your curls and twirls it around his finger like a girl would for comfort. and then to your surprise, he begins pulling your hair. it isn’t painful, it’s very gentle, but you have to follow it. you lean in as he coils your hair around his finger tighter and tighter, reeling you in closer and closer. and then you’re face to face. you can feel his breath tickling your nose, see the little sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks. he pouts with his little kid mouth.
“you want me to touch you?” he tips his chin up. you feel like a rabbit in the headlights.
“yes, please.” you whisper, biting your lip.
he presses his mouth to yours. slow and sweet, no tongue. it’s almost chaste how he pulls his lips off, peppering your mouth with kisses. his hand is still twisting at your hair, giving it little soft pulls.
when he comes up for air you see him lick his lips.
“cherry.” he smiles, without explanation. he’s tasting your lip balm, you realise. the thought of it makes you grin and he laughs and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. for a few moments you are just two kids sitting in the backseat of a cadillac, big stupid grins on your faces, tasting cherry. it makes you feel calmer, you can feel your muscles unclenching. and then he does this bashful little downwards glance, circling your wrist with his fingers. “you uh, y-you wanna touch me?”
“yes.” you say, too quickly to be cool. he chuckles again and licks his bottom lip, then he places your hand against the front of his pants. your fingers instinctively squeeze the hardness and he makes a happy little ‘huh’ sound. it’s such a happy sound that you wanna hear it again. with his hand on top of yours he directs how much pressure to apply against him, rubs your palm in circles, wordlessly instructs a rhythm and then lets go and leans back against the door, hips jutting towards you.
watching him enjoy you makes you flush all the way down to your neck. his eyes flit from your hands to your face, lip curling on one side, totally shameless.
“you feel that, honey?” he mumbles. and you do feel it, you can feel him getting harder under your hand. “that’s what you’re doin’ to me.”
elvis only allows you to touch him for a few more minutes before pressing you backwards against the door. with your legs on either side of him, he places two fingers on the inside of your left ankle, grazes the skin there softly.
“so… can i kiss you here?”
you nod, your palm still buzzing from the friction of rubbing him. he grins once more, bends his neck and kisses.
you feel his hand slide up to your knee.
“here?” and you nod. and he keeps on going up and you keep on nodding until he’s settling himself awkwardly between your legs. it takes everything in you not to pull them shut. he’s so close to you, it’s so intimate that even though you want him there, your skin prickles a little.
he pushes your legs further apart and kisses the creases of your thighs. a delicate and infuriating feeling, soft lips on sensitive skin. and when he gets to the apex, without warning, he presses a hard kiss against your panties. you can feel the indent of his nose.
outside of the car, lauryl canyon is going fuzzy.
“you know,” he drawls, as if the thought has just occurred to him “i think i wanna kiss you here.”
he slips your panties to one side and with the pad of his middle finger he taps you softly and deliberately. “right here.”
the backs of your thighs are still sticking to the leather and you feel his breath as he peppers you with kisses the same way he peppered your mouth. “can i keep on kissin’ you here?”
“yeah.” you whisper, swallowing hard.
outside of the car, the world is going fuzzy.
he’s in such an awkward position that even though he tries for a while, he can’t touch himself fully. you can see him grinding against the seat while he presses his tongue flat against you and licks and the sight makes you groan. it should be a funny feeling, you should be cringing, or maybe praying for forgiveness but you aren’t. it feels like something right. as he very carefully slides his index finger inside of you, it feels like something primal. it feels so good.
you have never had a hard time being quiet, it’s always been raising your voice. but in the silence of the car you can hear yourself making noises that you’ve never made before. everything is magnified and amplified and as if he could sense it, elvis speaks up, voice muffled, hardly moving his lips away from your slick skin, saying it right into your center so it rumbles:
“naw, c’mon honey, you can be louder than that, don’t be shy.”
and as you whine and he chuckles, you suddenly realise it.
he’s proud of himself. he’s proud of the sounds you’re making. elvis is holding you to his face firmly, trying to get your right leg hooked over the seat to give himself more room, all while keeping his finger sliding in and out, his tongue working against you and simultaneously grinding himself down and through all of this, he is smiling against you.
maybe that’s the thing that finally melts you. the prideful little smile as he swirls his tongue, laps it, stiffens it, curls his finger. you give in.
when you come with a gasp, it’s him that slams his hand against the roof.
outside of the car, the world and lauryl canyon come back into focus.
I cannot help but feel that Jon Snow is the type of man that worships the ground you walk on, you know?
Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader (female).
❄ The man is lonely, okay? He's spent his whole life feeling like an outsider even among his family, starving for affection and acceptance.
So when you give it to him, Jon is addicted.
❄ I think you're a ward of the Starks, an outsider as well in some regards, and maybe that's what brings you together. You notice him when no one else does and respect him, revealing it in little ways. Asking for his input and advice (because you find him to be an intelligent man, something you boldly tell him), looking for him in a crowded room. He catches you stealing glances and steals them too, catching his gray eyes wherever you go.
And it makes him bold, the way you look and smile and speak to him, Jon following you around like a puppy dog.
Where you go, he goes. What you do, he does too.
And when you cannot be together, he's all worried over you and hurrying back as quick as he could and fussing over you so sweetly, only comforted once he's certain you are well.
❄ And suddenly you're talking more and more and about everything, Jon finally finding a companion within you. Books, history, dreams and fantasies. You're softer then anything he's ever known and Jon finds himself longing for more and more.
He wants to know all of you.
Jon will ask what books you like (and read them all, looking for little pieces of you hidden in the text), your thoughts and feelings on everything around you. He takes you to the hidden places that he loves, shares the things he never told anyone else...and everything he gives you return, revealing yourself completely.
❄ Can you blame the man for falling in love? You're perfect, simply perfect, and Jon is in awe of you. He's dreaming about you now, envisioning you as his wife and everything that comes with it. Kissing you, holding you, laying in bed by the crackling fire together.
What does your hair smell like? What would your lips feel like against his own?
He sees you pregnant with his child, a boy with black hair and your eyes, the three of you so happy (and maybe a few more to follow)...but it's only a dream, isn't it? You could never want him the way he wants you (the self-hatred is strong with this one).
But you do, proving it with every little touch (around others you know better then to clasp hands, only brushing against one another, but away from prying eyes you hold his hand and keep him close) and whisper in his ear, the way you defend him and adore him.
And you become bolder, kissing his cheek good night when he walks you to your quarters and dancing with him and not caring what anyone else thinks of it.
❄ It won't be long until Jon breaks, slipping from bed one night to knock upon your bedroom door. You're still awake, reading by the fire when you hear his hurried whisper, quickly rushing him inside.
"Jon?" you ask so softly. "Jon, what is it?"
❄ And he cannot put it into words, simply taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply. Oh, it's like nothing else in the world, this kiss, his lips like winter fire as his body presses to your own, relishing within your wild heartbeat...and the fact that you're kissing him back, running your hands through his dark hair and whispering his name like a prayer.
He's hooked.
Your lips become his safe haven and Jon needs to kiss you at least three times a day, morning, noon, and night. And you're more then happy to give it to him, just as addicted to him as he is to you.
❄ You become his goddess, his reason for being cast into this life. Jon exists only for love, for you, and devotes himself to it entirely.
Always touching you, always by your side, and so happy for the first time in his life.
Every night he creeps to your quarters and you are waiting for him, Jon locking the doors. He does not take you before you wed, though passion brings you close many times (he wants to wait for it and does not want to impregnate you before marriage, knowing how the world treats a bastard)...mostly, it's just laying together, kissing and talking and dreaming for hours.
❄ He gives you a necklace to wear. It's nothing grand, just a simple rope of black leather with a moon charm. On the back, roughly carved by his hand, is your names intertwined. You love it and wear it every day, the sight of it around your neck making him smile.
And you give him something too, one of the few things you have left of your past:
A pendant your father once wore, giving it to you to give to your future husband. And when you tell him this, Jon is almost in tears, swearing to never ever take it off.
❄ The way you touch him is heaven, proof of the gods. Your hands on his bare shoulders and back (massaging him after a long day), lips across his body (kissing the scattered scars), hands running through his hair. When he asks if you love him (and you do, you love this man), you take his hand and press it to your heart.
"Do you feel it?" you whisper. "My heart beats for you, I live for you, Jon Snow. And I love you."
"I love you," Jon murmurs between kisses. "I love you, I love you."
❄ He leaves you love letters. They're nothing poetic, short and simple but very sweet. When he is forced to leave, even for a little while, he'll find ways to secretly send you longer letters. You keep all of them, every word he's ever written you, hidden in a little box within your wall.
And when you miss him, you reread them all and dream of the man you adore.
❄ This can end one of two ways:
Jon is allowed to marry you and does so quickly, no longer wishing to wait a single second. You become his wife and he loves, smiling like a damned fool on his wedding day.
"My wife this, my wife that, my wife, my Y/N," he's always babbling about you.
Or his request for marriage is denied and you instead run away together, never looking back. You go on adventures and explore until you find what feels like home, Jon building a small stone cottage for you. Together you fill it with music and books and laughter. It's warm there, always warm and sweet smelling, and it's safe.
Little Things:
Arya is the first to find out and adores you, seeing how happy you make her brother and loving you just for that. Robb always knew in some way and said nothing, wanting Jon to have something of his own for once. Bran catches you both and is silent as well, swearing to never betray his brother. Sansa and Rickon only find out after the wedding/you run away.
Should he run away, Jon leaves a letter for each of his siblings and Arya will later find you both and visits when she can.
Ghost adores you, always keeping close to you and ready to maul a bitch if you're ever in any kind of danger (and she loves all of Jon's little babies to bits).
will is mlm, so this is for any male readers. love u all, muah. we need more representation for mlm will byers.
• will was too shy to make the first move
• when he first moved to california, you decided to help him out and get him settled in school.
• you showed him around the school, you see him sneaking you nervous glances
• his cheeks were pink and his hands were shaking slightly
• you were an oblivious motherfucker
• when alone in the art room, you came up in front of him and took his hands in yours
• “hey, it’s going to be okay. starting a new school is scary but i’ll be with you every step of the way” you told him, hoping to comfort him
• you SWORE you saw his soul leave his body
• after talking to your friends about it, they swore up and down he had a massive crush on you
• “what? me? no way.” you denied
• but then you started thinking about it as the day went on
• it hit you like a truck.
• you had second period art with him.
• you decided to make a small move. you took a seat next to him and started making subtle moves.
• he caught on pretty fast, desperately trying to flirt back but failing miserably (he was too nervous)
• you asked him to come over to your house to hang out that day
• he came over, you could tell he was nervous but really really excited when you opened the door.
• that cute grin and how he couldn’t keep his hands still, he kept tapping his foot and you could tell he was messing with his hair in the reflection of the window outside.
• you told him you liked DND, so he brought all of his old DND books & his old campaign planning notebooks
• the notebooks were filled, you read through them and his handwriting was so..pretty.
• he wrote in gorgeous cursive, it almost looked fake it was so perfect.
• you complimented him on it, you could see him getting flustered and he kept messing with his hands, refusing eye contact.
• once he got comfortable, he was a chatterbox.
• he talked about everything: his mom, his brother, hid brothers best friend, painting, his sister, DND, school, his old town, and some kid named mike (you didn’t like him that much already from what will had told you )
• after awhile, will was insanely comfortable around you.
• “i haven’t felt this close with anyone really since mike.” he told you, you cringed at the mention of mike tbh.
• one day after he went home after a full day of hanging out..
• you saw that he left his sketchbook.
• you knew it was probably bad to do..but you looked through it.
• you found a drawing of you, it was so detailed and his skills were amazing.
• you looked so..handsome in the drawing. did he really see you like this?
• then you noticed a little folded piece of paper in the back of the book.
• curiosity got the best of you.
• you unfolded it and read it.
• it was a love letter to you.
• “y/n, the best day of my life will always be when you came up to me and talked to me for the first time. a cautious glance, a calculated smile, my heart fluttering with anticipation and admiration. though it seemed unthinkable at the time, something tells me this was a moment of destiny. i wasn’t just meeting a handsome stranger, i was meeting the boy who was destined to love me. i was meeting the boy who would become my dearest and closest friend and my deepest and strongest desire..”
• the rest seemed unwritten, maybe like he ran out of pen ink or like he had to do something else before finishing it.
• you felt your face get pink and the butterflies swarm in your stomach.
• you looked up, seeing will standing in the doorway.
• “i forgot my sketchbook..” he trailed off towards the end of his sentence.
• you walked up to him, staring at him in the eyes.
• you took his left hand in yours, and you cupped his face with your right hand.
• you leaned in towards his face.
• his lips were so close to touching yours.
• “i know what you are will byers”
• you clashed your lips onto his, the kiss seeming to last forever.
• he held onto your left hand until his knuckles were turning white.
• you could feel his pulse pounding.
• “because i am the same way.”
• will was in shock, his face was bright red and you could tell he was flustered.
• “i love you.” was all he could muster up, it came out in a mumble
• you chuckled, your right hand still cradling his face.
• “i love you more, byers.” you lightly laughed as you went in for another kiss.
PLS THE 'I know what you are will byers' 💀 OK ANYWAY, THIS IS SUCH A CUTE FIC AAAAAAA THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THE MLM REPRESENTATION AND EVERYTHING <3333 KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK OKAY?!??!?!
will is mlm, so this is for any male readers. love u all, muah. we need more representation for mlm will byers.
• will was too shy to make the first move
• when he first moved to california, you decided to help him out and get him settled in school.
• you showed him around the school, you see him sneaking you nervous glances
• his cheeks were pink and his hands were shaking slightly
• you were an oblivious motherfucker
• when alone in the art room, you came up in front of him and took his hands in yours
• “hey, it’s going to be okay. starting a new school is scary but i’ll be with you every step of the way” you told him, hoping to comfort him
• you SWORE you saw his soul leave his body
• after talking to your friends about it, they swore up and down he had a massive crush on you
• “what? me? no way.” you denied
• but then you started thinking about it as the day went on
• it hit you like a truck.
• you had second period art with him.
• you decided to make a small move. you took a seat next to him and started making subtle moves.
• he caught on pretty fast, desperately trying to flirt back but failing miserably (he was too nervous)
• you asked him to come over to your house to hang out that day
• he came over, you could tell he was nervous but really really excited when you opened the door.
• that cute grin and how he couldn’t keep his hands still, he kept tapping his foot and you could tell he was messing with his hair in the reflection of the window outside.
• you told him you liked DND, so he brought all of his old DND books & his old campaign planning notebooks
• the notebooks were filled, you read through them and his handwriting was so..pretty.
• he wrote in gorgeous cursive, it almost looked fake it was so perfect.
• you complimented him on it, you could see him getting flustered and he kept messing with his hands, refusing eye contact.
• once he got comfortable, he was a chatterbox.
• he talked about everything: his mom, his brother, hid brothers best friend, painting, his sister, DND, school, his old town, and some kid named mike (you didn’t like him that much already from what will had told you )
• after awhile, will was insanely comfortable around you.
• “i haven’t felt this close with anyone really since mike.” he told you, you cringed at the mention of mike tbh.
• one day after he went home after a full day of hanging out..
• you saw that he left his sketchbook.
• you knew it was probably bad to do..but you looked through it.
• you found a drawing of you, it was so detailed and his skills were amazing.
• you looked so..handsome in the drawing. did he really see you like this?
• then you noticed a little folded piece of paper in the back of the book.
• curiosity got the best of you.
• you unfolded it and read it.
• it was a love letter to you.
• “y/n, the best day of my life will always be when you came up to me and talked to me for the first time. a cautious glance, a calculated smile, my heart fluttering with anticipation and admiration. though it seemed unthinkable at the time, something tells me this was a moment of destiny. i wasn’t just meeting a handsome stranger, i was meeting the boy who was destined to love me. i was meeting the boy who would become my dearest and closest friend and my deepest and strongest desire..”
• the rest seemed unwritten, maybe like he ran out of pen ink or like he had to do something else before finishing it.
• you felt your face get pink and the butterflies swarm in your stomach.
• you looked up, seeing will standing in the doorway.
• “i forgot my sketchbook..” he trailed off towards the end of his sentence.
• you walked up to him, staring at him in the eyes.
• you took his left hand in yours, and you cupped his face with your right hand.
• you leaned in towards his face.
• his lips were so close to touching yours.
• you clashed your lips onto his, the kiss seeming to last forever.
• he held onto your left hand until his knuckles were turning white.
• you could feel his pulse pounding.
• will was in shock, his face was bright red and you could tell he was flustered.
• “i love you.” was all he could muster up, it came out in a mumble
• you chuckled, your right hand still cradling his face.
• “i love you more, byers.” you lightly laughed as you went in for another kiss.
- these two have my whole heart. byler is canon idc
• mike wears wills flannel as often as he can, usually on cold days where he can just wrap himself fully around it. or whenever will is away, he’s just so infatuated.
• it smells just like him: oil paint, cigarette smoke, and vanilla candles
• will wears mike’s hellfire shirt a lot.
• like a lot a lot.
• it smells like mike: teenage boy smell essentially. cheap cologne, weed (from being around eddie), and outside.
• jonathan is so protective of will oh my god
• death glares at mike.
• all. the. time.
• jonathan does care about mike but he cares about will the most.
• their first date was at skull rock. (not exactly the most romantic but what would you expect from mike wheeler planning a date with his first boyfriend?)
• it was december and super cold, mike had on wills flannel and will had on mike’s favorite jacket.
• sleepovers consist of them making out and cuddling the whole time.
• joyce is so supportive it’s wild, she absolutely loves them together.
• karen & ted wheeler are indifferent.
• “as long as you’re happy!” is essentially their whole attitude on it.
• will has a notebook where every page is just filled with him gushing about mike
• it also has all of his drawings/ paintings of mike in there
• wills favorite cuddle position is when mike lays on his chest
• will will run his hands through mike’s hair as he listens to mike talk about whatever,
• and when mike falls asleep on him..will refuses to move
• he’ll look up at the ceiling and smile, listening to mike’s little snores.
• mike’s favorite cuddle position is when they lie on their sides, facing and holding each other
• easy way to kiss will
• and look into his pretty eyes
• mike’s favorite spot to kiss will (besides on the lips) on his forehead
• will paints while mike sits and admires him
• sometimes when will is doing homework, mike will come up behind him and hold him while he works
• will draws on mike’s hands & arms
• mike will just write “mike was here :)” on wills hand, since he can’t draw
• will leaves mike little secret love letters in his locker every morning
Mike sat across from Will on the bed, reaching out to hold his hand, bed creaking with every little movement he made. Will felt the hot tears stream down his face, he felt the embarrassment drown him inside. “Will..” Mike looked up at him, his gaze soft and his eyes filled with love.
Will knew he meant well, he knew that Mike simply didn’t know any better. He knew that Mike didn’t know how much he hurt Will every time, he knew that Mike didn’t know how much being the second choice hurt. He just knew Mike, and he knew Mike was too dense to understand.
Will always tried so hard to be polite, he tried so hard to please everyone. Especially towards Mike, which often ended up in him being a doormat on more than one occasion. It wasn’t one of his best traits, and he knew that. He knew that very well, he knew that perfectly when he would cry so hard he would have to cover his mouth at night, he knew that when he would rip up his artwork out of anger and jealousy.
Because of this, he had developed a bad habit of bottling his emotions until they exploded everywhere. Maybe he had learned this from his father, who would scream and yell at Will for “being sensitive” or “acting like a fairy”, or perhaps maybe his mother. He saw how hard she tried to hold it together for him and Jonathan, he would often catch her crying at night in her room. Maybe he was doomed to be like this, doomed to be a doormat.
Will was at his boiling point, seeing Mike across from him acting like he “loved” him just infuriated him. Mike’s stupid soft gaze, his stupid loving eyes, everything about him was stupid. He made Will angry. He couldn’t stand seeing Mike act like he cared about him and his emotions.
Will was done crying, he felt Mike’s hand in his and he felt a slight squeeze. He finally looked up at Mike and that was all it took. He got up from the bed and pulled his hand away from Mike’s harshly.
“What? Will, what’s wrong-“ Mike started, his voice filled with urgency.
Will didn’t say anything, he just looked at Mike’s dumbfounded face.
“Will, you know I-“ Mike couldn’t even finish his sentence.
“No! Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it.” Will walked towards Mike quickly, pointing his finger in Mike’s face. Mike just stared at him, he didn’t know what was happening, he didn’t know what to say.
“Will, I love yo-“ Mike raised his hands towards Will to try and hold his arms, Will only pulled away.
“Don’t say it. Don’t say you love me. I’m tired of this, I’m tired of you acting like you care about me only when El leaves you. I’m tired of waiting for you Mike, I’m done.”
“But, Will..I do love you.” Mike got up from the bed to walk towards Will, in hopes of calming him down and maybe talking some sense into him.
Will couldn’t help it, it hurt him so much to be angry at Mike but he had reached his boiling point. He stopped in his tracks, and turned towards to face him.
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving you behind. I’m tired of this feeling, it’s old and I know that I’ve made up my mind..a-and one day I hope day someone treats you the way you’ve treated me, I hope you feel what I feel.”
Mike didn’t know what to say or what to make of this situation, he has never heard Will say such harsh things to..anyone.
Will had finally gathered his things; including his backpack, his painting, and some spare clothes. He was walking towards the door.
Mike said the only thing he knew that would make Will stay. The three words that would make Will come running to him, cling to him like a lost puppy, and make things right between them until El came back.
“I love you.”
Will stopped in front of the door, clenching his fists in an attempt to hold back all of his tears.
He took a deep breath and turned to face Mike. He examined him up and down, then looking at his face extra long.
“..So?” He said as he stared into Mike’s eyes.
He walked out of that door, only letting his tears come out of his eyes until he was at home.
having will byers as a brother comfort you through an ed
tw: ed mentions
i’m working towards recovery, and i’m doing very well! i wrote this for myself as a pick me up cause will byers is my comfort character.
• will doesn’t quite understand at first
• and honestly he never really gets it
• he just knows to help you through it
• he will sit with you through dinner, talk to you about..anything. how school is going, gushing over mike, the new painting he’s working on
• he knows sitting with you and talking helps you get through dinner easier
• he knows lending you his clothes will help with you with body dysmorphia, so he lets you raid his closet whenever
• he goes to the library and gets books on it to try and learn how he can help you
• “don’t tell jonathan, cause then he’ll tell mom and then my whole life is basically over!” you beg.
• “okay fine..sibling secrecy code i guess.” he chuckles, but you know he’s sincere.
• whenever he buys you snacks, he’ll always paint out the nutritional labels in black paint.
• in fact, he did that with almost everything in the kitchen
• whenever you’re having a breakdown, he sits down next to you and talks you through it.
• if he notices you’re not eating he’ll try his best to help
• he’s not the best at it..but it still means a lot
• he likes to cook with you, he knows it helps you eat more. his favorite thing to cook with you are brownies! (and NOT like the ones jonathan likes..)
• eventually he buys you a journal, one where you can write out your thoughts and emotions.
• he even gives you his favorite pen
• even though he cares, he still picks on you from time to time
• you have the best brother ever
[ i would like to clarify..i know restrictive ed’s aren’t the only ed’s out there and by no means am i glorifying anything. however, i suffered with a restrictive ed for years and i’m currently recovering, i wrote this to help me recover a little easier!]
• mike slowly began to realize his feelings once he turned 16.
• it started after el dumped his ass
• mike realized that something was up after will accidentally brushed against his arm..mike felt butterflies?
• he knew that couldn’t be right.
• so he played it off as simply being touch starved since el broke up with him.
• he knew he liked will for sure when will hugged him and mike felt like fireworks exploded inside of his stomach.
• so now came the question..was mike..gay?
• he figured there was no way, he’s liked girls his whole life.
• but then he realized those strange feelings he got whenever he saw an attractive guy on tv, in the store, or wherever.
• mike tried as much as he could to have will hug him, accidentally touch him, or anything.
• then will, el, joyce, and jonathan all moved to california.
• mike and el got back together after awhile
• he was happy with el..or as happy as you could be when your girlfriend was all the way in california and you were stuck in indiana.
• eventually his feelings for will were forgotten.
• then came the time to visit the byers. mike was..nervous to see will.
• when he saw will in the airport his stomach exploded again..he felt himself blushing and his hands got clammy.
• he was so cute?! his big smile, how he got up to go see mike, how tall he had gotten, his bowl cut..just everything about him made him giddy.
• but of course he couldn’t show that. will was straight and so was mike..apparently.
• he felt an internal panic when will came up to hug him. mike freaked out and just started ignoring will.
• he figured if he focused more on el then his feelings for will..will subside.
• once everything went down at hawkins, el broke up with mike again so she could figure herself out.
• so it was back to mike and will.
• mike was hanging out with will every single day.
• when he wasn’t volunteering or visiting max that is.
• he knew the rumors that went around school ever since him and will were kids.
• the rumors that will was a “queer”
• mike always ignored them and stood up for will.
• so one day while they were in will’s room.. he just asked.
• will looked a little taken aback
• “...what?” was the only thing will could muster up.
• “how did he know? did i do something wrong? oh god is he going to hate me?” was wills internal monologue
• “w-wait!! i didn’t mean it in a bad way! i was just..curious.” mike sounded panicked
• “uhm..well..” will sounded uncomfortable.
• “will if you don’t want to tell me then that’s perfectly fine. i was just asking is all.”
• “i am..i guess.” is all will could say.
• mike smiled. “that’s cool.”
• will looked up. “yeah?”
• mike smiled. “yeah.”
• mikes heart was pounding so fast. what should he do now?
• they sat in silence for a minute. will picked at his nails while mike was staring at the carpet.
• “how do you know that you’re..y’know.” mike said while refusing eye contact.
• “uhm..it’s hard to explain.” will said quietly. almost a mumble.
• “i think i might be too. but i’m not sure, i like girls..and boys, or well a boy.” mike suddenly cringed at how corny he sounded.
• “i like a boy too.” will said, looking up at mike.
• “who?” mike asked, perking up.
• “mike..” will said softly, his gaze is gentle
• “oh..” mike sounded slightly disappointed.
• “oh!!” mike turned into a golden retriever all of the sudden
• “i like you too! like a lot.” he said while getting up off the ground and walking towards will, who was on the bed.
• will smiled. his face was red and his hands were shaking.
• they stared at each other for a minute..not sure of what to do next.
• will hugged mike tightly, fitting his face into the crook of mikes neck. will wasn’t much shorter than mike..but then again mike wheeler is super tall.
• mike held will close, grabbing onto the back of wills hand-me-down band tee from jonathan tightly.
• suddenly will pulled his face from the crook of mikes neck out. he looked at mike in the eyes for a long time.
• he kissed mike.
• will tasted like spearmint gum, his lips were smooth and soft.
• unlike mike who tasted like his cold pizza he had for lunch, and his lips slightly chapped and rough.
• but will didn’t seem to mind. he deepened his kiss with mike, holding onto his shoulders like he was going to slip away.
• you’ve moved from california, he was very excited when he found out!! he automatically asked if you knew will (you were really confused)
• he hangs out with dustin and lucas a lot, he eventually roped you into joining the D&D club.
• you didn’t know how to play at first, it took you a minute to learn.
• and by a minute i mean a couple of weeks. he came to your house to teach you how to play, but after a few studying sessions..it wasn’t studying anymore.
• they mostly consisted of you two making out until he missed curfew.
• dustin and lucas were the first to notice something was up with you two, anytime they asked mike got defensive and would get into a sour mood.
• until one time they sat you both down and interrogated you two until you guys would admit that something. was. up.
• you don’t do well under pressure so you cracked first.
• dustin raises his voice “KNEW IT! and you owe me five bucks” he said while pointing to lucas
• after that, there wasn’t much of a need for hiding though. mike did dread el finding out, despite the two being broken up for a year. he still cared about her and stuff!
• you rubbed off on mike. like..a lot.
• he asked you to paint his nails black.
• the nail polish was chipped to hell by the third day though, since he couldn’t stop picking at it.
• his first time smoking weed was with you, he was a giggly mess and it absolutely melted you. his big grin made you want to scream from how cute he was. he even showed you his entire solo of “the never ending story”
• so eventually after spending so much time with you..mike smelt like cheap vanilla perfume, weed, and incense.
• not to mention the constant hickeys you two had on each other all the time.
• his mullet grew out quite a bit, not as long as eddies but it definitely went way past his shoulders. maybe collarbone length.
• you always gave him your hair ties, he’d wear them on his wrist 24/7. they helped with his hair sure (you showed him how to put his hair in a ponytail. his mind was blown.) but he also saw it as your way of claiming him as yours.
• and he returned the favor by giving you his favorite hoodie, it smelt just like him.
• mike wheeler is a tall motherfucker, alright? this hoodie swallowed you whole.
• and he thought it was the cutest thing ever.
• meeting his parents and nancy was scary.
• they invited you over for dinner.
• mrs. wheeler was very sweet but you could tell she was analyzing you. trying to get your vibe, i guess.
• nancy was quiet throughout dinner, you could tell she was studying you. once dinner was over you could tell she liked you though.
• ted was indifferent. mostly asked about your parents, what they did for a living, their political views, and occasionally cracked a dry joke.
• mike walked you home after that, it was cold so he let you wear his jacket and held your hand to keep it warm.
•his hands are so big in yours, his fingers are boney and you can feel the veins in his hands.
• his nails still had chipped black nail polish on them.
• when you got to your house, he walked you to the door.
• in the cold air, anytime he talked it looked like he was smoking.
• he lifted your face up to meet his, one of his big hands cupped your face and the other was still holding your hand.
• he kissed you for a long time. you could taste the cheap cherry chapstick on his lips, but despite how much chapstick he used..his lips were still always slightly chapped.
• eventually he kissed you one last time and then he walked back home.
• when you went inside to your room, you put on his hoodie and just inhaled his scent. you fell asleep to your guys’s song playing on the radio.
