[Holly's POV (kind of written like a diary) /slang-like speech]
My mom and dad have been fighting so much recently. Like 24/7 so to get out of the house Mike hangs out with me. Will started to tag along about three or four weeks ago and it's definitely more fun.
Today we went to Will's "Castle Byers" and just talked there for a while. The first thing I saw was the big wooden plank resting on top of the fort. It was beaten and broken and had paint that was washed off slightly written on it. “CASTLE BYERS+MIKE” i thought it was cute, and i still do. I could definitely tell that Will wrote "+MIKE" newly because it was blue and compared to "CASTLE BYERS", the yellow paint were somewhat faded.
When I step inside, there's at least ten pictures and drawings scattered either on the floor or hung up on one of the sticks with a thumbtack. Most of them are with Mike and Will in the frame, one even had celotape down the middle. I pick up one of the drawings on the floor. "Is this yours?" I ask while flattening the portrait out. It looked like Mike, I have to say Will is a great artist. "Oh! Yea!" Will grabs the paper and crumbles it up. He sounded, and looks, embarrassed that I looked at It.
"That one's old, so it's kinda bad. Will says while rubbing the back of his head and trying not to look at Mike. It's not but okay.
"Did you draw this? It's really good… Can you teach me?" I smile and jump on the dirty mattress on the leafy floor next to him.
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"You can blend the colours with your fingers if you want." Will speaks to me as i clench the crayon tightly, scribbling blue all over the top of the paper. I draw until i run out of room and hold up the picture.
"It always gets my fingers all dirty though.." Will chuckles as he trails off and i glance at my fingers for a second to see that they have a slight tint of blue on my fingertips now.
"Mike! Look!" I whisper as i stare, smiling, at my creation. "Mike?" I repeat and turn around to see him. I get a glance of Mike before he sits up and pays attention to me. He was sat with his knees up to his chest, staring at something in front of him, smiling and blushing. He grabs the art out of my hands and looks at it. "Oh yea! This is really good Holly." He says but i'm not listening, i turn my head to whatever he was looking at and all i see is Will.
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"Mike!" I shout as i throw a stick at him. My giggling voice echoes in the dark forest as the three of us play outside in the rain.
"Ouch! Hey!" He shouts back, smiling. "Will! Get her!"
Suddenly i'm lifted in the air with a laughing voice behind me. I let out a small high pitched shriek in return. I turn my head to see Will, who's hair is soaking to the point where he looks like he jumped in a pool.
"Will," He puts me down. "Do you not have a coat?" I ask as i touch his wet sleeve. “Here, have mine." Mike remarks as he takes off his water-proof jacket and puts it around Will's shoulders. I back up so he can put it on Will properly and see their red faces. I'm sure that my face isn't that red is it?
"Well, we should probably get back home, it's pretty dark out." My brother speaks while rubbing the back of his neck and staring at Will. "Oh, okay. I'll give you your coat back tomorrow!" Will exclaims while we walk off, Mike gives him a thumbs up in return.
"Mike?" I ask, looking up at my now damp older brother. "Yea, Holls?" He smiles, he's in a good great mood now.
"Is my face as red as yours?" I question as i point to his and mine cheeks. "Oh-uh-" He stammers. I shrug my shoulders, knowing he won't answer me fully.
"Let's just go home."
writer’s note :)
This was a draft from ages ago so i just improved it a little more.
I love babysitting Byler >_<
(my bad y’all, i didn’t mean to leave for like 7 months)
-> Mike doesn’t understand how to kiss so he decides to learn. He spies on his sister, Nancy Wheeler, while doing her makeup and finds out how to do the “kissy lips” or the “pouty lips”.
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word count: 504
warning: none
contains: a little bit of queer awareness/ mentions of m*leven/ mentions of byler ♡
[MIKE’S POV]
I’ve never understood girls. How they think, how they act, how they know what to do when they’re love. I wish i knew what to do when i’m in love. Eleven always just knew that girlfriends and boyfriends kiss. Even if she was locked up in a psychopathic lab for twelve years, she still knew what heterosexual couples did. I didn’t, and i still don’t know now.
Finding out i was queer was a big step for me, accepting it was harder but know that i know who and what i am…i need to learn how to kiss. I really want to kiss Will but, the truth is, i don’t actually know how to. I know, i kissed Eleven once but that wasn’t even a ‘real’ kiss. I basically just put my face up to hers, i didn’t even stick my lips out and touch hers. It just sat there, awkwardly.
I’m sat in my room, alone, staring at myself in the mirror and trying to imitate kissing someone, but i just look insane; trying to kiss the air…and horribly failing. There’s no way i’m asking for help though. I mean, Nancy is too busy with Jonathan to even live in our house anymore, my mom is…well, my mom; i basically don’t have a dad and my other sister, Holly, is too young to know how to kiss someone.
I feel my stomach growl at me, begging for food, so i take that as a sign to stop whatever i’m doing and eat something. As i walk out of my door i hear the faint chaos unraveling in Nancy’s room: her music blasting too loud, her screaming that she’s going to be late and as i pass her doorway i see her standing close up to her mirror. I stop and look inside to see what she’s doing and i see that she’s applying makeup onto her face; specifically lipstick. She makes a weird face, sticking out her lips and touches her lipstick to her lips, colouring her lips a pinky-red colour as she moves the makeup across her top and bottom lips.
She sometimes makes that same face whenever she kisses Jonathan, so maybe that’s how you kiss someone..? I make the same face as i carry on walking down the hallway and down to the kitchen where i find Jonathan standing awkwardly in his jeans and band T-shirt that i can’t fully see because it’s covered by his jacket. When i notice him i stop being weird and act normal.
“Hey..Jonathan.” I walk slowly towards the counter. He smiles at me and does one of those head nods that ‘cool’ people do because they’re too lazy to say ‘Hi’. I just grab a can of Coke, but not the new one, and head back to my room.
As i practice the ‘kissy face’ in the mirror, i just think of Will, maybe kissing him will feel different to when i ‘kissed’ Eleven. I feel like it will be..I hope it will be.
writer’s note :)
I really like the idea of Mike learning how to kiss because of him spying on Nancy while putting lipstick on, especially since some people headcannon that Mike sometimes wears makeup too >:D
-> Mike goes around to Will’s house while he is sketching and offers to paint Mike, he says yes and things get a little messy.
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word count: 366
warnings: swearing
contains: fluff/a little bit of holly + mike at the end :)
• “Hold still.” Will says, giggling, this is the first time he ever got to paint someone besides El. She was always bored so Will used to paint her often in various poses. Will dipped his paintbrush into the dirty, grey looking water as he stared at his boyfriend.
“I’m almost finished.” Will dunks his brush into the blue and swipes it across his canvass, giving Mike a similar coloured shirt as he was wearing.
• “Stop looking at me like that!” Micheal wafts the air around him like he is in a forest, moving the leaves in front of his face.
“Like what?” Will pouts.
“Like you’re gonna paint me as a demo-gorgon or something!” He chuckles as he stands up from his chair.
“Sit back down, babe. I’m not finished yet.” Will smiles as Mike gets closer to him.
• Mike leans down to his level and kisses him gently on the cheek.
“What are you doing?” Will questions as he kisses Mike back.
“Nothing.” Mike grabs Will’s hips and lifts him up to stand on his two feet.
“I have paint all over my hands, Mike. I don’t want to get your hair and face all colourful.” Will smiles.
“Tssk.” Mike grabs Will’s hand. “I don’t give a shit.” He smirks as he rubs the paint over his palms.
He presses his lips against Will’s again, making him forget his vibrant hands and everything around him. Will moves his hands up to touch his cheek, smudging yellow paint across his face and down his neck. He smears green in his pretty curls, purple on his arm and somehow red on his nose. When they pull away from each other they notice the mess they’ve created.
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Mike opens his front door with his hood up, trying to hide his multi-coloured body, but the lights turn on.
“Mike!” Holly shouts while running up to her brother.
“Oh, hey Holls.” Micheal laughs and hugs her.
“Why are you blue?” She asks while touching his cheek with an eyebrow raised.
“Erm…Why aren’t you in bed?” Mike changes the topic as they walk out of the hallway and up the stairs. “It’s like-almost twelve.”
writer’s note :)
It was fun writing this and it only took me like 45 (ish) minutes.
~ Will try to fall asleep after a make out session with Mike.
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word count: 255
warning: (slight) swearing
contains: swearing/fluff???/mentions of physical touch
[Will’s POV]
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I climb into my comfy bed and when i lay down i turn almost paralysed. It’s only nine o’clock, but i’m so tired. I’ve had such a productive day: play D&D with the party, finish drawing El’s birthday present, make out with Mike. Yes, him and I are dating, and we have been for eight months now. I was at his house earlier, just kissing him for what seemed like hours.
The way he grabbed my cheek, neck and hands stick with me. Every position i move into makes me think about him. I swallow my spit and remember Mike’s mouth on mine. He was gentle and didn’t ignore my personal boundaries, whenever i stopped to breath air he asked if i was okay or needed a break. I love him so much.
My mind just keeps replaying the same moments in my head, over and over again. I mean, i’m not complaining. The way he grabbed my hip makes me smile. He would slowly move his palm down from my cheek to my neck, then shoulder and gradually move down to my hips but he wouldn’t go any further.
When he would move me back so my spine would touch either the bed’s mattress or the wall behind us i would grab his hair, gently, and twirl his black curls between my fingers.
Fuck, he’s so cute. I can’t stop thinking about him. I just want to be with him again. Be in his room, interrupted, and just kiss him. I already miss him.
