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@deeznutsriki
↷✦; w e l c o m e ❞ - @/deeznutsriki ☘️
° 𓆉 💦⋆。˚⋆ 。 I'm a smarter baby, smarter ⋆˚🫧𖦹⋆🥥
🥂| sree - ¡carrd.co! ༄。° 🌴
I want soft love. Fiery intense love is good, but I want the soft little moments that people don’t think about. I want the cuddles on the couch while reading or watching something you love with the person you love. I want to listen to them talk about an interest they have that I normally wouldn’t care about but they care so I do to. I want the dancing to a random song while we cook. I want the giggly moments with the sad because even in the bad times the love doesn’t change. I want the love that doesn’t shout. I want the love that’s quiet but consistent.
It’s extremely fucked up that some ppl try to make you feel stupid and immature for hoping for a better world. You say you want world peace and mfs think you need a pacifier; dawg, I just don’t want ppl dying from violence. This idea that ppl simply must die as casualties of war is misanthropic to say the least.
⋆𐙚 ̊. specific scenarios i have scripted for my hogwarts dr
— with my s/o
⋆𐙚 ̊. sitting by the open fire in his dorm, going through a deck of cards with questions for couples. they’re very unique and not the basic “what’s your favorite food” type of questions, these ones are deeper and makes us get to know each other better as individuals, but also as two lovers
⋆𐙚 ̊. our relationship is kinda secret in the beginning, so we have to meet at different locations in the castle to share secret kisses. such as empty classrooms, a secluded corner in the library or just a hidden room no one goes to
⋆𐙚 ̊. one time he leaves a hickey on my neck that looks like a heart! completely by accident. but he ends up taking a picture of me to capture that little moment
⋆𐙚 ̊. during christmas break, i only stay at my family’s house for like a few days. the rest of the time i basically live with him in his big ass penthouse in london, okay mr. rich. i can see us cooking together, taking bubble baths, walking hand in hand through the busy, snowy streets
— with my friends
⋆𐙚 ̊. truth or dare, but it’s only dares lol. it’s not the boring ones like “kiss your crush.” these are more risky, such as sneaking into the restricted section
⋆𐙚 ̊. we’re also going to write things about ourselves and put them into a jar. then everyone tries to guess who each one is about
⋆𐙚 ̊. me and my girlfriends find this kind of pixie dust that makes us fly, just like that one scene with lizzy in tinkerbell. just us floating around in our dorm, laughing while bumping into stuff
⋆𐙚 ̊. a part of the forbidden forest is safe to wander. there’s a bunch of hang out spots, cozy trails and old ruins / buildings to explore
⋆𐙚 ̊. me and one of my girls takes a small trip to hogsmeade, totally oblivious to the giant rain cloud in the distance. when it finally starts raining, it literally pours down on us. we came there with no umbrellas or jackets, absolutely nothing to shield us with. so by the time we get back at hogwarts, we’re gonna be soaked. literally dripping water onto the floor. and of course, our boyfriends sees us. just for the plot :P
whenever i get really specific ideas for any of my realities, i always view them as memories i’ve already experienced. therefore it makes perfect sense to me by scripting them to happen again ‹𝟹
Anyways
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TO ALL ENGENES!
please do not scroll, this is a very important message that ALL ENGENES must do if we want heeseung back.
as most of you might know, heeseung has "decided" to leave the group to focus on his solo career. BUT, this is not true.
heeseung DID NOT decide to leave the group, he was forced to. he was seen crying and "crashing out" in a hybe hallway which CLEARLY shows it was not his decision. to add on, just a few days ago he was speaking about the world tour coming up, and participating in activities and events LIKE NORMAL. it was be so weird just for him to leave like that.
ENGENE, we are a team. we can bring heeseung back. for example, MARK FROM NCT. he left the group exactly like this but came back due to the FANS PROTESTS. WE CAN DO THIS FOR HEESEUNG ASWELL! PLEASE DO THIS SO OUR HEE CAN COME BACK.
THIS IS NOT FAIR! OTHER ARTISTS LIKE: YEJI FROM ITZY, TWICE MEMBERS, TXT MEMBERS, BTS MEMBERS AND MANY MORE ARTISTS ARE ALLOWED TO PURSUE THEIR SOLO CAREER WHILE BEING IN A GROUP. BUT NOT HEESEUNG??
we all call for heeseung's return while ALLOWING HIM THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE HIS SOLO CAREER.
ENHYPEN WILL ALWAYS BE SEVEN!
SEVEN OR NOTHING!
please reblog to spread awareness!!
by @jjwoned 🤍
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Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭
I love the way Hopper gave Mike an entire speech about how important it is to move on and Mike said fuck it Im NEVER moving on.
Felt her presence in the living world and locked BACK in.
One argument against mileven that always makes my head spin is the assertion that they’re “just another basic straight ship,” or that they’re “boring,” or “predictable.”
There’s nothing simple, basic, or heteronormative about mileven.
We have two kids who fell for each other in the midst of an inter-dimensional fallout and unmasked government conspiracy, despite the fact that one was almost entirely non-verbal and the other was racked with insecurities.
Mike is an outcast; a skinny nerd with no desire to pursue sports, or cars, or anything else traditionally masculine. He even refers to himself as Lois Lane, giving the title of Superman to his girlfriend. He’s an excellent portrayal of quiet, non-toxic, non-traditional masculinity. Within his relationship with El, he takes on the traditionally “feminine” role of the gentle, patient supporter, and he does so without second thought or grudge.
El on the other hand is otherworldly. Not super feminine, she treads her own path, acquiring both masculine and feminine traits as she grows into herself. She’s a rebel, a scrappy fighter, and a challenger. If she was allowed to participate in sports, she make one hell of a competitive athlete. In her relationship, she’s the decision maker, and the protector.
Not one of the main ensemble are conventional, and Mike and El are no exception. They complete each other. They do more than push the boundaries of typical relationship expectations — they completely subvert them.
That’s what this whole show is about! Outcasts doing outcast things! No one, not even Steve or Hopper, matches what their archetypes expect of them. It’s beautiful, and Mike and El are a part of it.
"mike has a type" no you dumb bytch mike has NEVER shown any romantic interest in will the way he explicitly shows in eleven. AND SEASON 5 VOL 1 CONFIRMS IT.
its been more than four seasons but mike has only ever loved el romantically, his type is ELEVEN HOPPER not your temu wannabe el. even robin clocked mike not being interested in will and told will to cut it, to accept himself for who he is instead of depending on others to accept him. will's arc is about his self discovery not mike reciprocating will's love BECAUSE GUESS WHAT mike does not love will that way, and the duffers told audiences through robin that first crush/love is not always meant to be especially if its one-sided like in will's case.
but idk how delusional people can be to twist media to this level, saying its confirmed mike is gay/bi or that he is in love with will which like NO? the self acceptance arc is about will, not mike ... will is able to tap into the hive mind BECAUSE he is learning to accept himself for who he is irrespective of whether mike reciprocates or not ... honestly this is embarrassing. this fandom is reduced to such a level that a good chunk of fans genuinely (and wrongly) believe mike is gonna end up with the person who he doesn't love romantically/sexually as opposed to the person who he has been IN LOVE with for the majority of the whole series.
season 5 premiere
finn wolfhard x actress!reader (she/her pronouns)
summary: you make a sentimental post on your instagram of old film photos you've taken throughout the years of the cast ahead of the season 5 world premiere
i always like to start my au's with a cutie social media/instagram post to introduce it so here is it! thank you everyone who wanted this & i'm excited to dive more into it. send in requests!!! (all photos found on pinterest)
(also i think your character on st. would be named sloane and has been a main character since s1 with the boys + you have a brother in the show)
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yourusername a trip down memory lane from my film camera throughout the years. growing up on this show has meant the world to me <3 season 5 vol. 1 out now everywhere!
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user1 HOW PRECIOUS AWWW y/n i can't believe i'm not gonna see u on the screen anymore 🥺
user2 these are the most adorable thing i've ever seen i have never seen these before ❤️
user3 ugh y/n always provides for us happy release day!!!!!
sadiesink_ getting war flashbacks seeing the algebra on the board next to me yikes
sadiesink_ this has been so fun with you y/n i love you 🧡
| yourusername OMG tell me about it the school trailer haunts me
| yourusername i love u so much sadie forever my best friend
Somebody Else | mike wheeler
summary: 1,5k. between the quiet ruins of post earthquake hawkins, mike and you, a former childhood friend-turned-petty rival, end up stuck sorting boxes together.
cw: childhood friends to rivals, petty teenage fighting, unresolved tension, teenage angst, mutual pining (in denial), awkward teens being awkward, english is not my first language xx.
currently playing: somebody else
The thing about Hawkins—now mostly stitched back together, but still carrying the shape of its scars—is that it never really went quiet. Not even after the gates closed. Not even after the ash settled. People kept pretending it did, carrying on with school and work and grocery lists, but underneath the normality, there was a hum. A memory.
Mike Wheeler felt it every time he biked past the old woods or the now-condemned Creel House, a low buzzing under his ribs like his bones remembered danger long after his brain tried to forget.
He felt it today too—but for a reason that had nothing to do with monsters.
She was standing on the Wheeler driveway when he arrived, arms crossed, expression sharp in that way he’d been trying very hard not to think about. She used to never look at him like that—not when they were younger, all part of the same messy group that played in basements and rode bikes until streetlights blinked on. But everything changed as they got older.
Everyone grew into different versions of themselves.
Somehow, she grew into someone who acted allergic to him.
And he—well, he tried not to think about her at all.
Tried.
“What are you doing here?” was the first thing she said, like the driveway belonged to her.
He blinked. “Uh… I live here?”
She rolled her eyes. “I mean out here. Your mom said you were going to help today.”
“I am helping,” he muttered.
“You’re late.”
“You’re not exactly my supervisor.”
“You’re late,” she repeated, stepping past him and heading toward the garage. Her shoulder brushed his as she passed—probably accidental, definitely irritating.
He stared after her, jaw tight. “Okay, great, we’re doing this.”
He followed her inside, into the clutter of dusty boxes Karen Wheeler had begged them to help sort through—old holiday decorations, forgotten toys, things Mike didn’t even recognize. The air smelled like cardboard and the faint hint of dust that rose whenever anything was moved.
She was already kneeling by a pile of boxes, tugging one open with too much force.
“You don’t have to tear the cardboard,” Mike said, crouching opposite her.
“I’m not tearing it.”
“You’re… ripping it.”
“I’m opening it,” she snapped.
He raised his hands. “Okay. Sorry. Opening.”
She gave him a look that could’ve melted metal.
And that was how it always went now. Petty, prickly conversations. Snide comments. A push-and-pull that neither of them seemed capable of stopping.
The thing Mike hated most—hated in a way that made his heartbeat stumble—was that they never used to be like this. When they were younger, she laughed at his jokes, even the stupid ones. She liked building forts and playing stupid lawn games the same way the boys did. They’d shared popsicles on summer afternoons after long biking trails. They used to get along without trying.
Now it felt like an electric fence between them.
“What’s this?” she asked suddenly, pulling out a worn cardboard tube.
Mike leaned in. “Oh. Old D&D maps. Will made those.”
She hesitated, her hand still on the tube. Something softer passed through her expression—nostalgia, maybe. He saw the exact moment she remembered being there when some of those maps were drawn, tossing dice onto the Wheeler basement carpet, arguing about spells, smearing Cheeto dust on character sheets.
Then she hid that softness again—pushing the tube toward him.
“You should put it somewhere.”
“You don’t have to be weird about it,” he said before he meant to.
She froze. “Weird?”
“Yeah, like—every time you look at anything from before, you act like it’s radioactive.”
“That’s not—” She shook her head, annoyed. “I’m not the one who changed.”
“Oh my God,” Mike muttered, sitting back on his heels. “Seriously? That’s your angle?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he said, voice sharper than intended, “you started hating me for no reason.”
She scoffed. “I don’t hate you.”
“You act like you do.”
“And you act like you’re still twelve,” she snapped.
He blinked. That one stung. More than he wanted it to.
There it was—the sharp words, the unresolved feelings sitting beneath them like live wires.
He dropped his eyes to the floor. “Whatever.”
Silence seeped in—heavy, thick. She shifted, rummaging through another box, less violently this time. Mike found himself watching her hands instead of helping. He hated how familiar the shape of her knuckles was. Hated that he remembered her handwriting, her laugh, the way she used to knee him under the table when he annoyed her.
He hated a lot of things that weren’t hate at all.
“You did change,” she said quietly, without looking up. “After… everything.”
He exhaled, a small bitter sound. “So did you.”
That surprised her. She glanced at him, caught off guard. “Yeah. Well. Life happens.”
“You stopped talking to me.”
“You stopped trying,” she said—and there it was, the thing she’d never said before.
Mike went still.
Her throat bobbed. “Everybody else was dealing with stuff. You were dealing with stuff. I didn’t want to be… I don’t know. Another thing.”
“You were never just a thing,” Mike said before he could stop himself.
The garage felt smaller suddenly.
She looked down at her lap, small frown forming, as if she wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
He cleared his throat, trying to ease the weird tightness in the air. “Look, we don’t have to fight. Just—we can get this done and not bite each other’s heads off.”
She snorted softly. “You’re the one who said I ripped a box.”
“You did!”
“That’s not—” She burst into a reluctant laugh, covering her mouth.
Mike stared.
That laugh hit him like a punch. It was unfair how much he’d missed it.
She caught him staring and the laugh died, replaced by something more complicated. Her eyes flicked to his, and suddenly they were too close—knees nearly touching, shoulders leaning in without permission.
He felt the shift like the air thickened.
She noticed it too. Her breath hitched—barely, but he saw.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“So are you.”
It wasn’t hostile. It wasn’t snark. It wasn’t even sarcastic. It was just real, stripped down to something raw and unguarded.
Her gaze dipped—briefly, stupidly, dangerously—to his mouth.
And Mike Wheeler, who could face monsters and dimensions and hell itself, forgot how to breathe.
“Mike—” she whispered, voice unsteady.
He leaned in without meaning to. Not a full move, just a slow tilt—like gravity, not choice. She mirrored it, barely, the smallest lean, like she didn’t notice she was doing it.
His heart thudded violently.
Her eyes fluttered halfway closed.
The moment stretched thin, fragile, stupidly breakable—
Then the garage door rattled open.
“Kids? How’s it going in here?” Karen Wheeler called, stepping in with a laundry basket.
They shot apart like magnets flipping polarity. Mike nearly tripped over a box. She knocked over an entire stack of Christmas lights.
“Oh!” Karen blinked. “Did I interrupt something?”
“No!” they said in unison—way too fast.
Karen stared, suspicious. “Right… Well. Your lemonade’s on the table if you need a break.”
She left, the door clicking shut behind her.
Silence slammed down again, but it wasn’t the same silence as before. It was charged. Embarrassed. Breathless.
She pushed her hair behind her ear. “We, um… should get back to sorting.”
“Yeah,” Mike croaked.
They worked for another hour, barely speaking—but the tension sat between them like another person. Every time their hands brushed a box at the same time, they flinched. Every time they leaned too close, they froze.
And when they finished, standing in the driveway under the late sun, she hesitated before leaving.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
Her voice softened. “We’re not actually still twelve.”
He swallowed. “I know.”
“And I don’t—” She faltered. “I don’t hate you.”
He nodded, throat tight. “I know that too.”
She looked like she wanted to say more—something important, something that would tip everything over the edge. Something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
But she didn’t.
She just gave him one of those looks—complicated, sad, hoping he’d understand.
Then she walked away.
Mike watched her go, heart beating too loud in his chest, feeling that hum again—the one that meant something was starting, or maybe starting again.
Something he wasn’t saying out loud.
Not yet.
#UNIVERSE 086
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10 STRANGE THINGS I HATE ABOUT U
After the Battle of Startcourt Mall, the Byers along with the new member of their family, and now Mike's ex-girlfriend, decide to move to California to start over.
Now with all the interdimensional portals closed, a super girlfriend without superpowers now turned ex by mutual agreement, a best friend on the other side of the country, and a reputation as the ultimate loser, Mike has to face the real mission...High School.
or
While Lucas wants to throw a legendary party in Hawkins, Dustin wants give his friend some action, Mike is confused about his feelings, and Max is just fed up with everyone.
and
Daphne Sterling needs a spanish tutor.
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"You're asking me out? That's so cute"
vip's note:
HIIIII. WARNING: These characters are all between 17 and 19 years old, there will be alcohol and adult themes mentioned, and there may be a mini time jump to college AU, idk yet. I'm not going to follow the movie script (the best romcom in the world, btw) to the letter, I'll just follow what interests me most because that's what fanfiction is for. IMPORTANT: Patrick Verona role available, I'm still deciding whether it should be Steve or Eddie. Argue your case in my asks or in the comments, I'll be keeping an eye out. That's all for now. Universe 083 in progress.