#interactions ;;

[mikewheelertmmoved]

@zoomingupthathill​​​ ;; MAX MAYFIELD ( college verse starter call. )

          THERE WHERE LOOSE PAPERS ALL AROUND HIM AS HE SAT ON THE FLOOR,  if one was to open the door of Max’s room  ( because of course Mike had decided to invade her room )  they might through he broke into the place just to wreck chaos,  except the owner of the room was right there,  sitting on her bed and looking nothing short of done with Mike.

          ❝  C’mon,  are you just going to sit there and keep judging me  ?    Or are you actually going to help  ?  ❞    There was feign annoyance laced within his tone,  something easily spotted by the gleam of mirth behind dark hues when he turned to look at her.    ❝  Do I have to bribe you with food  ?    Because I’m not above doing so,  and that alone let you know how desperate I am right now.  ❞

[god--of--mischief]

Being gentle about it so as to not poke Loki with the quill, Freya gently places one of her feathers behind their ear before moving to stand beside them. She obviously can't speak, but she tilts her head a bit - like a bird - as though to ask what they've been up to.

“Ah…”

Came a soft hum, as to simply acknowledge exactly what the familiar beauty intended. The small hidden smile had crept to the God’s lips before he nodded.

“I’ve been well my little mute” He stated, letting the woman finally sit beside him as he motioned out for her to do so. “-I do hope, you’ve been well?”

[mikewheelertmmoved]

          HE FUCKED UP.    AGAIN.    Perhaps for the last time,  otherwise why would Will be avoiding him like the plague  ?    He knew the moment he had opened his mouth and confessed how he truly felt for the other,  he had made a mistake,  not because he finally got the courage to voice what he had been feeling for years,  but because he had been late.    Mike had always been a smart person,  and yet,  how stupid of him to think he’d still have a chance,  that the other was still waiting for him.    Really,  it was foolish to believe such thing when truth to be told,  Mike didn’t even think he was worth the wait.

          And now it’s been four days since the last time he even saw the other,  a record for the both of them,  well,  leaving aside when the Byers moved to Lenora a couple of years prior,  but that didn’t matter,  not now.

          ❝  Will,  just stop for a second.  ❞    He almost,  just almost had to ambush Will outside his dorm room to manage to talk to him,  well,  at least he hoped he’d get to talk to him,  but with how things were going,  he wasn’t that sure.    ❝  Can you stop avoiding me for a fucking second.  ❞    There was an edge to his tone,  a desperate one.    And yet,  the slightest hint of relief crossed his gaze when Will didn’t just walk away,  at least that was something,  right  ?   However he still wasn’t looking at him,  but after four days of radio silence,  that wasn’t the worst,  and perhaps that was why Mike kept talking.    ❝  Look,  I know I fucked up.  ❞    A pause.    A sharp intake of breath,  fists clenching to the point of fingernails digging against his palms.

          ❝  Can you at least look at me ?  ❞    A whispered request.    He was trying so hard to hold it in,  but with each passing second he felt himself coming undone by the seam,  barely able to keep in all in,  and it was only a matter of time before he was going to snap and crumble down.    Except he didn’t think it was going to happen that fast,  the moment Will turned around and Mike’s dark hues met with hazel ones,  he felt it,  the ache in his chest getting almost unbearable,  and the cracks finally gave in,  making everything he had been holding inside spilling out,  like a river out of control.    ❝  I know it was fucking stupid of me to tell you how I felt.    I should have known better,  after all it’s been years,  and. . .  ❞    Ah,  if putting everything out in the open didn’t hurt,  and Mike found himself blinking once,  twice,  holding back the unshed tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes.    ❝  I assumed something that I shouldn’t have.  ❞    The understatement of the century.

          ❝  And if I knew this is how this would have turned out,  I would have kept my mouth shut,  hell,  I’d turn back time if I could.  ❞    Gaze adverting if only for a moment.    ❝  But I can’t,  and I hate this.    I hate that I feel like I lost you again.  ❞    But more than anything he hated himself.    ❝  Because it’s clear that you don’t feel the same but do you really have to avoid me  ?    Do you really have to give me the silent treatment  ?  ❞    One of his hand coming to run through messy curls.    ❝  And I feel like I’m going insane here.  ❞

@flovraelies​ ;; will byers gets some angst

[mikewheelertmmoved]

@willbyerstm​ / Will Byers ( spooky starter call )

          TRAVELING OUTSIDE OF NEW ORLEANS HAD BECOME THE NORMS,  after all it seemed that more and more cases lately brought him all over the globe,  something that he never truly minded,  well,  at least that was what he usually thought.    Except when he found out the trails were leading to San Diego,  he had a mind to just forsake the case,  someone else could deal with whatever entity was wrecking chaos there.    That was what Mike told himself seven hours prior,  something that was nothing but a lie because he was currently stepping foot on californian ground,  dreading every second of it,  because he knew with the luck he had he might just bump into him.    

          There was no point in dwelling on such thing,  not when he might be lucky and make his own visit as quick as possible. . .  and making sure he was doing okay before leaving.    It was almost three in the morning when he finally showed up in front of the building where the murders happened,  he learned pretty young that it was easier to investigate a place when desert  ( and not just because it was hard to explain to people that hey, a supernatural creature might have done that,  yeah,  that usually didn’t go too well),  it wasn’t as if the dead were going to complain about some breaking and entering situation. 

          What he didn’t had expected though,  was coming face to face with Will the moment he slipped inside the right apartment through the window that led to the fire exit.    And for a moment he was frozen on the spot,  just his fucking luck.    There were a million of things going through his mind,  and just as many words that he wanted to say and question to ask,  but he couldn’t,  tongue feeling heavy in his mouth,  and part of him just wanted to run away,  perhaps in shame.    ❝  Well,  that is surely unexpected.  ❞    The understatement of the the century,  but the only thing he managed to push out.    Why was he even there  ?    Did he even know the danger he might be in  ?    Funny how no matter how long they had spent not speaking,  the first thoughts crossing Mike’s mind were about the other’s wellbeing.

          Fingers curling tightly around the strap of his messenger bag,  gaze shifting away,  almost as if he didn’t have the strength to keep looking a the other.    Brown hues wandering around,  another mistake,  because then he noticed her,  Will’s friend. . . or girlfriend. . .  or at least that was what they news implied,  couple of the century or some shit,  Mike had absolutely no idea and he had always avoided trying to read too much into it because he thought he knew the other but apparently not,  and that stung.

          He could already feel an headache coming,  free hand coming to rub at his face.    ❝  Fuck.  ❞    An exhaled curse,  so much for his initial plan.

[mikewheelertmmoved]

          PART OF HIM DIDN’T WANT TO BELIEVE IT.    He wanted,  no,  needed all of this being a very elaborate nightmare and it was just a matter of time before he woke up and Eddie was still alive,  waiting for Mike ever so late self to get to his trailer for their guitar lessons.    But there was no alarm clock,  nor his mom or sister’s voices pulling him away from such horror.    There was just so much denial one could go through before accepting the truth,  no matter how hard it was to swallow.    ❝  Please,  tell me it’s not true.  ❞    A plea when his gaze met Dustin’s one.    The unmistakable grief and pain behind brown hues matched in the other’s eyes.

          A wishful plea,  one he knew all too well couldn’t be fulfilled,  because that would be a lie and what would be the point in that  ?    A shaky breath slipping from his mouth and in the next moment he found himself wrapping his arms around Dustin in a tight hug.    He could have tried to offer words of comfort,  aimed to the both of them,  but every word passing through his mind felt wrong,  heavy was the weight that settled on his chest,  and Mike felt completely numb.

          @unheald​ ;; for Dustin

[divineveined]

kaede knows it’s stupid to want to get married to someone he’s already  ( technically )  married to , and yet , after everything they’ve gone through recently -- shinzou’s lost arm , his nearly lost life -- he feels as if they need something good . isn’t marriage good ?             --- perhaps not as good as the angel believes , considering how clearly the fox hated the idea of being called ‘ husband ’ when asked about it once . still , he finds himself too late for second guessing as he readies his camera to act as a ruse , and slips the ring past his lips , and beneath his tongue .

the idea came after once again finding shinzou’s gum in his mouth after a kiss . now , as he slips onto his mate’s lap , his legs straddling the lean frame , kaede plots to use the same trick as a sort of retaliation . his arms wrap around the other’s neck loosely . one hand finds the mane of white to tangle itself into . his smaller frame pushes closer until he settles on the fox’s legs entirely . 

he takes his time getting to the kiss , but as their lips finally meet , and the kiss deepens from chaste to passionate , the loop of metal slips from his mouth to shinzou’s . kaede notes the surprise , and smiles against his mate’s lips when he starts to pull away . the angel stays as he is , and murmurs even before shinzou can entirely remove the ring from his mouth ,   “ will you marry me ?   --- i’ll always be your mate first , but i want to be your husband , too . ”                    ( @foulveined )

[divineveined]

                                        @foulveined​

he stands at the river’s edge . it’s his FAVORITE SPOT , although he could never explain why . a fresh layer of snow decorates the frostbitten grass beneath . the river looks gray against the cloudy backdrop of the sky , and his mood matches well with the scenery that he doesn’t take notice of . as always , his body shivers despite the layers of clothes he wears , and his breath leaves his lips invisible despite the temperature . 

ruby eyes stare at the tumultuous waves of the river , as if MESMERIZED by them . in a way , he is . he can see the lanterns floating over the water’s surface , casting the dark river alight with fire , so that it almost looks like constellations in the sky . he feels the WARMTH OF A BODY against his own , a chin on his shoulder , an arm around his waist ---    he feels cloth between his fingers , and an IMPISH SMILE on his lips . he sees red and violet eyes , glittering like gemstones in the firelight . kaede blinks , and takes a long breath that turns into a longer sigh as he returns to the BLEAK , WINTER AFTERNOON .

confusion takes up residence on the eighteen year old’s features . he buries his hands further into his vest’s pockets . his boots crunch against the snow as he shifts his weight uncomfortably . kaede knows he DOESN’T BELONG here , in this time ; he belongs in his dreams  ( his past ) . he belongs to somebody , and his heart calls out for him . 

kaede hears movement behind him , and guesses that shinzou’s found him . he feels NO SURPRISE at this thought ; after all , the fox has a STRANGE HABIT of always knowing when he starts to fall into these weird moods of his . the young adult doesn’t turn to greet his friend , but speaks into the frigid wind ,

❝ hey , boy . sorry for worrying you . i’ll be okay . . . ❞