#but bi mike is completely chill with me

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Until Dawn character hcs

Sam:

Her music taste is crazy. Like the same playlist could have Beethoven, Iron Maiden, The BeeGees and Taylor Swift

Does aerobics in her pajamas

Doesn't know how to order at Starbucks (she just wanted a medium)

Had a dog walking business in high school

Knows how to surf

Will absolutely destroy you in most strategy based board games

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Chris:

Dog person AND cat dad

Far sighted

Huge history nerd, had a ww2 phase in high school that never completely went away

Guy at a camping trip who tells the ghost story that leads up to a joke

Knows exactly what to do when a woman is on her period

Nervous fidgets; bouncing leg, tapping on desk/table, etc

Knew where everything was in his school backpack at all times

Ashley:

Say it with me people: Only. Fucking. Child.

Will get mad at you for saying pumpkin spice latte is basic

Was a horse girl in middle school

Owns more scented candles than a bath and body works

Has gotten her fortune told at a carnival and taken it pretty seriously

Had braces

Smokes weed

Mike:

Track and field

Can't find the clit

Paid other people to do his homework

Wanted to be a firefighter when he was 6

Shockingly scared of bugs, used to make Emily kill them for him, but Jess won't do it

Can swim but doesn't like it

Was really close with Sam when they were younger, Sam is the one who introduced him to the group.

Jessica:

Used to be much happier and more chill before puberty, after which she felt pressure to live up to her looks

Her and Emily used to be super close and she misses it

Was a Frozen kid and still watches it a lot

Most definitely bi curious at least(Emily to blame)

Reads her horoscope but doesn't actually take it seriously

Emily:

Wayyyy to much Disney Channel in her early childhood, now loves drama

The middle of many siblings, acts the way she does for more attention

Was vegetarian at some point

Secretly misses being close with Jess, but makes sure no one knows

Needs rain sounds to sleep

Really wants Matt to stand up to her, this is why she's so hard on him

Matt:

Easily confused when women aren't completely direct

Probably smoked weed at least once, but quit doing it when he started doing sports

Nervous around babies(so small what if he panicked and dropped them)

Had an earring in one ear at one point, but his parents had him take it out and now the piercing is healed over

Can't tell the difference between nail polish shades

Josh:

Would fight god in the Denny's parking lot for someone if they gave him a hug

His bedroom/college dorm is covered in so many movie and band posters you can't see the wall anymore

Talks to cats like they're people

Confused rich(wait his is the only family with six cars??)

Jokes about sex and women, but if he saw a girl being taken advantage of he's gonna slap a frat bro

Owns a VHS tape player

Friggin s l e e p s in checkered shirts

Hannah:

Plant mom

Inspirational quotes on the wall

Best party is a book and a blanket

Nature documentaries

Josh's partner in crime

Loved dolls as a little kid, not Barbies, like baby dolls and porcelain dolls

Fairy lights in her bedroom

Loves music, Josh started buying her cassette tapes and now she collects them

Beth

Can you say LESBIAN?

Is never seen without her hat

Tried to stop Josh and Hannah from causing trouble, it never worked

Uggs and leggings

Smokes weed with Ashley

Her side of her and Hannah's bedroom is so much neater and cleaner

Total metalhead but no one knows bcs "she doesn't look it"

Dr. Hill:

Accidentally opened YouTube once while trying to find the news app

Can't work if the music has lyrics, it's too distracting

Might have a husband

Has such doctor handwriting that he can't hardly read it himself

Coffee addict

911 on speed dial(he's worried about all his patients)

The real Dr Hill is really nice, only the hallucination version is all threatening

Flamethrower guy:

Fucking loves soup

Hasn't bought clothes in years, and got them all secondhand

Has been off the mountain exactly twice

"When did kids get this dumb?"

Secretly stays in the lodge sometimes when no one is there bcs it's shelter and it's kinda fancy

Actually feels crazy guilty for not saving the twins

Was very happy to see Mike making friends with his wolves

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

I can’t believe you’re gonna make me defend a ship I’m against, but what are you even saying?

“The rejection of the bi mike theories has nothing to do with the possibility that someone could be bi. It has everything to do with the fact that that headcanon is based in romanticizing a deeply unhealthy relationship dynamic” - No? What Byler, regardless of how they view Mike’s sexuality, “romanticizes” Milkvan? No one’s denying that Milkvan is deeply unhealthy. But a relationship being unhealthy ≠ it doesn’t exist? Milkvan literally exists, and it has existed in some form for four seasons now. I don’t see the logic in saying that because a relationship is unhealthy and another is healthier, to even acknowledge that a romantic history exists is “romanticizing” it.

“I cannot respect any point of view that is going to call their dynamic in S1 and S2 cute because it never was… Even if it was intended to be romantic, calling someone this often isn't ok. And with the way that it's written, the audience isn't meant to find it romantic.” Okay, that’s fine. You’re allowed to hold that position. And you’re allowed to analyze why Milkvan isn’t healthy even in S1 and S2. You’re allowed to never have found them cute. Lots of Bylers feel this way- I’m not one of them. I definitely found them cute when I first watched Stranger Things, but I agree there are certain things (such as “Will you be like my brother?”) that raise questions. The truth is though, the vast majority of the audience did root for Mike and El in Seasons 1 and 2. You don’t have the majority position. Saying “it never was” cute is 100% a valid opinion, but it is still an opinion. You can argue that gay Mike proofs were incorporated in S1 and 2, rendering Milkvan inherently invalid.

But you can’t say that the audience wasn’t “meant” to find it romantic because that’s not… true. If we believe Byler is a plot twist- and it is, to the vast majority of the audience- there’s a reason why they’ve slowly built out this storyline instead of just starting the show with Byler being together. Milkvan WAS presented as a valid romantic ship, both in the show and the marketing. Things have changed, but the Mlvn hype train was absolutely a thing back in the season 1 and 2 era. People literally made songs about them, and they dressed up as them for Halloween!

To anyone part of the fandom or even out of the fandom back in 2016 and 2017, it was impossible to ignore the cultural conversation surrounding Milkvan. Even if your argument is that romantic Mlvn was rotten from the beginning, Mike and El’s relationship, whether platonic or romantic or a sibling-like bond, is central to Stranger Things and it always has been. People interpreted Mike calling El as romantic because the show and marketing presented in in this way. You’re allowed to call this into question through analysis, but you can’t just pretend this didn’t happen.

“Being uncomfortable with this relationship dynamic isn't erasing a bi point of view. It's acknowledging canon evidence. The audience is meant to interpret this relationship as problematic.” But a relationship potentially being problematic has nothing to do with whether Mike is gay or bi? Most Bylers, regardless of how they view Mike’s sexuality, are uncomfortable in some way with their relationship dynamic. That’s why they are Bylers. Mlvns often don’t acknowledge canon evidence that shows Mlvn’s unhealthy dynamic. But some gay Mike truthers seem to wanna erase and deny the current canon nature of Mlvn all together!

“Both the milevens and bi mike people lash out and name call whenever people point out facts from the show. The maturity level is the same. And it's impossible to take seriously. A lot of those people are projecting themselves onto this relationship and getting mad when people insert facts into their fantasy version of events - the op is absolutely correct.” - No? This isn’t correct at all. Most bi Mike truthers I’ve seen are completely chill with gay Mike truthers. I’m personally in the middle and see both sides and respect Bylers on both sides. But toxic gay Mike truthers often DO lash out and name call, and they aren’t chill with bi mike truthers. There IS biphobia in this fandom, absolutely. It’s not about having a different opinion, it’s about the inability to separate one’s interpretation from what is objectively true. Both gay Mike truthers and bi Mike truthers should be able to make their posts in peace without getting angry anon asks in their inboxes. But bi Mike truthers absolutely get attacked on a regular basis, often personally, with their intelligence insulted, for daring to have a heterodox opinion.

“I feel like the people who started with the bi mike theories started off being totally reasonable and acknowledging that there wasn't tons of evidence. And has now morphed into people harassing anyone for not viewing this as more than a hc.” - No? First of all, wdym there isn’t evidence? Mike is literally dating a girl within the canon of the show, and he’s literally monologued to this girl that he loves her. That alone is in no way proof that he can’t be gay, nor is it proof that he can’t be bi obviously, but when will we as a fandom have the humility to admit that ANY queer Mike theory is just that… a theory?? The evidence is on our side, but at this point, BOTH gay Mike and bi Mike are HCs. The VAST MAJORITY of the audience sees Mike as straight because he’s dating El. No matter what side a Byler falls on with regards to Mike’s specific sexuality, we are all going against the grain here. For good reason! But sometimes people act like Mike is gay officially in canon instead of in an interpretation of canon.

“A lot of people are claiming that Mike's sexuality hasn't been confirmed so all theories are plausible but that sounds a lot like the people who are dismissing that Will is gay because it hasn't been directly stated…The only reason the cast and the plot haven't directly confirmed this is because it's a surprise for the final season. Not because it's debatable and open ended. It's not if you're paying attention.” - No, this isn’t true either. Mike’s sexuality is ambiguous by design. It has the GA confused because they don’t understand his actions in Season 3 and 4. It has diehard Milkvans up in arms cause they believe Mike is the straightest character to ever exist. And it has the Byler fandom getting into daily wars over whether he’s gay or bi cause it’s open to interpretation. I agree there are a lot of clues that potentially point to him being specifically gay. This would make a lot of sense. But those clues can only lead you to that conclusion if you already open yourself up to believing that Mike is queer, which most of the audience isn’t ready to do yet. This is because IN CANON, Mike is dating a girl. He has kissed her and held her hand and made out with her and given romantic gifts to and danced with.

The way one reads this IS rooted in heteronormativity. And of course it’s ridiculous for people to say these things disprove queer Mike, even exclusively gay Mike. Mike is a very queercoded character! But to say this is comparable to the situation with Will’s sexuality is ridiculous. Mike is meant to be a plot twist, Will is meant to be a foregone conclusion. Even before he was confirmed as gay, Will was always written as hyper visible in his sexuality. He had cruel people define his sexuality for him, and he could never hide. And he never showed interest in any girl ever. He never pretended to be straight! People absolutely denied his sexuality, sure, but they could never point to anything in canon to support their argument. The most they could do was try to argue that he was asexual or was maturing slowly. But everyone knew that something was up with Will. And Will was written as having “sexual identity issues” in the show’s Bible. The situation with Mike is simply NOT the same thing, for all the reasons I’ve stated.

“Wanting him to be bi is fine. Getting pissed and calling it bi erasure that he isn't doesn't help anyone. Some people prefer to stick to canon evidence and factual analysis and don't have interest in hc. There is nothing wrong with this. It's not offensive or discrimination when someone doesn't indulge in your fantasy.” - Do you see how condescending this is? Gay Mike truthers don’t have a monopoly on analysis. What if my analysis of the show leads me to believe that Mike had a crush on El in Season 1 and 2? What then? Calling bi Mike a HC but acting like gay Mike is simply objective fact is crazy. Even if you believe it’s a more supported theory, it simply doesn’t make views that disagree with you a “fantasy.” Literally no one in the tag is saying you can’t make analysis posts for gay Mike. No one’s calling anyone biphobic for that. They are calling toxic Bylers biphobic when they are being biphobic!

how some of y’all sound in the tag today…

like oh my god. people can disagree with bi Mike. it’s not personal until you make it personal. it’s literally just objective analysis of what’s presented to us in the show.

but for some reason some of y’all are out here acting like gay Mike truthers skinned your pet and gave you the hide as a gift or smth.

you’re not a victim just because my friends and I don’t agree with your analysis of a TV show, lmao.

nobody’s saying you’re a dead-to-rights homophobe for liking bi Mike, either. we’re saying you might have some biases to unpack just like everyone else who’s been exposed to heteronormativity (aka literally everyone), and that maybe you’re making judgements based on what you want to see rather than what’s actually there.

(i will say though: it is homophobic behavior to make incredible reaches for any and every other sexuality just so you don’t have to admit that Mike could be a homosexual.)

(i will also say that it seems like y’all want bi Mike so badly, and it’s sooo personal, because you want to think you could still be in his fictional dating pool 😬)

[princesssmars]

I NEED ;) a poly Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fic with either any kind of reader. Maybe protecting each other in the upside down, or being completely parents to the kids (lots of cute fluff), or reader is with Mike/will/the others because they went with Mike to see el and Will and Eddie/Steve thinks they are safe there and it’s funny because it then goes to their pov and their being shot at (maybe they call each other at some point and their like got to go we’re running from the literal FBI).

Relationship HC's - poly!steddie x reader

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MY FIRST REQUEST MFS LETS GO also you guys work quick lmaooo. but I also like eddie more than I thought I would so here this is. i wanted to include both if you were with them vs with mike will and johnathan so idk if it works but uh yeah enjoy it anyway (anon im sorry this took me 5 years)

cw: uhhh fluff, violence bc Stranger Things. i guess scary things bc Stranger Things. a hiiint of spice bc i cant help myself

so here the three of you are, the ex-king, the freak and the nerd

how you got together ? no idea

most likely you and eddie met steve while going to pick a movie as a treat for him since you tutor him so he wont fail senior year a third time

steve went through his usual bi panic when he saw these two pretty people walk into the store and tried to turn on The Harrington Charm™️ and lets just say hes lucky you both thought he was cute

so badda bing badda boom ur all dating

the party loving you to bits

not being upset when you get asked to "babysit" or just hang out with them, like being an extra for hellfire, chilling and listening to music with max, etc.

and also eddie adores you for being into dnd, he tried to get steve into it and he loves him but was like nah 😐

jane and will even start to like you before they visit based on everyones letters

steve being highkey lowkey jealous because eddie already basically stole lucas dustin and mike and here you go winning over everyone 💀

but he does love it, as we've learned mans wants a whole damn hockey team of harringtons so seeing you being so good with kids does something to him

breeding kink anyone

then that just makes me thing of the three of you lying in bed late at night talking about the future you all want

if its rich boy!steve then him thinking of moving you all to some big house near the city with enough room for the 3 9 of you <3

you and eds def tease him for it but the idea of staying in a nice house and raising a family with them doesnt sound that bad...

but then spring break happens

you think itll be fun, a chance to relax from your studies, chill with your friends, maybe even go on a date or two with your loves

then the next thing you know your house phone is blowing up because dustin n steve say your eddie is wanted for the murder of chrissy fucing cunnigham

greaaaat

now your all driving around in the woods and you find eddie nd hes so god damn terrified and grabs you n steve and hugs you so tight :(

you and eddie being shocked but also kind of hurt when finding out about the upside down and stuff bc why didnt steve warn yall about this shit ???

but he was scared of putting you both in danger wanted you both to be safe etc etc

valid ofc bc hes definitely not pytting the loves of his life in danger hello ??

you and steve being so hesitant to leave eddie by himself so you leave him a bunch of kisses to get him by <3

and then after all this your girls max is cursed next ? and some stupid high school jocks are hunting your boyfriend ?

best spring break ever .

this was messy as shit and i might continue but until then peace out .

[will80sbyers]

Are people so quick to diregard the possibility of Mike being bi because they don't like Miele (I hope you don't mind me snatching this name haha)? Like- I was never a fan of Miele, even in the first 2 seasons, I didn't personally like how the arc between them was done (just my opinion, no disrespect to anyone! <3), but I don't see that as a reason to believe Mike could not be bi?? This isn't to disrespect any gay!Mike believers. I don't mind people believing it, at all, or them personally seeing the arc as so! And most of gay!Mike truthers are chill about it. But there are a few that make it sound like it would be the most terrible thing if Mike were bi, which I don't get. Is it bc they dislike Miele so much that they want to completely erase any possibility of romance, past or present, between them? Do they think Mike not being /only/ into men would somehow make Byler less "real" or "strong"? Would Mike not be queer enough for them? I am not saying they think like this, but some things they say make me think so. And if they do think that, it's extremely fucked up and biphobic.

There is a difference on viewing the show and thinking Mike is gay and thinking Mike couldn't POSSIBLY be bi bc... of what? The things I mentioned above? And some people kinda seem to lean towards the latter and something rubs me the wrong way with some of their arguments.

Idk if any of this made sense. I hope it did!

honestly I have no idea for sure, the hypothesis I can make is that some like the idea of having the representation of Mike hating on himself for being gay and hiding it trying to change himself by dating El because they lived that in their life, I can get that because it would be a great story too as I said!

but I think it is a bit sus when people are fixated that it is ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE! that Mike could be Bi or any other queer identity tbh, if you are denying that possibility categorically at this point when nothing is actually confirmed that makes me think there are some biphobic reasons behind too, maybe they don't even realize why they feel like that but it is something to reflect on imo

BTW I stole it from "Miel" so go ahead lol how cute are the names Miel and Miele for Mike and El?! I like it even more than Elmike ♥️

[dasecretnebula]

Rating Stranger Things Ships:

Byler - 10/10

It’s cute and it makes sense! I feel like it has a lot of evidence! Like the parallels between canon ships! Also the fact that Will is canonically in love with Mike! I don’t think I thought this could be a thing before, but I later realized how beautiful this ship really is! It’s what I’ve been obsessed with for the past few weeks!! <3

Mileven - 3/10

I used to kinda like it more but idk. It’s not the worst but it’s a little weird. I don’t think the first thing El needed after being raised in a lab was a romantic relationship. Like Mike had to teach her what privacy was! He basically kinda raised her too?! And even in S4 it still wasn’t very good. I kinda wanted them to be friends from S1 tbh

Lumax - 8/10

I was just okay with it at first then I started to like it! It’s a pretty good ship! :) love how supportive Lucas was in S4. They’re totally endgame!

Elmax - 7/10

So cute!! I love the fanart! I don’t really ship it (mostly because of Lumax) but I still like it! I loved the scenes they had together. It was nice seeing El do things she actually likes with Max! I definitely like it more than Mileven.

Jopper - 10/10

Yess!! It’s my favorite canon ship and it’s nice knowing that it’s definitely endgame! (unless something happens in S5? Which it probably won’t) I looveee the idea of the Hopper-Byers family! It just feels so perfect! I need a Jopper wedding!!

Ronance - 7/10

I don’t feel like it’s canon but I like the idea of it! The fanart is so cute! Also they’re part of the “fruity four” and I love the idea of that! They make a good duo!

Steddie - 9/10

Also part of the fruity four. This might not have a lot of canon evidence and I didn’t really see it at first, but seeing all the fanart and stuff really made it grow on me! They would make a cool couple! I like headcanons that come along with this including bisexual Steve (because bi and lesbian solidarity) and then being Dustin’s dads!

Stancy - 2/10

Eh no. I don’t know why the shows trying to kinda make them a thing?? I don’t think it’s very good writing. Like it’s weird that they broke up in high school because Nancy realized she didn’t actually love him then she loves him again? Idk

Jancy - 7.5/10

Not my favorite but better than Stancy. I know they have problems or whatever but I think they can work it out. Like as long they don’t break up for Nancy to get with Steve! I think I mostly like this because I find it funny that three kids of the same family like a Wheeler lol! I like the Byler parallels too! Also Murray ships it so I say it’ll be endgame probably

Stonathan - 6/10

I kind like the idea of this! It would be interesting. One thing I think about a lot is how a “love triangle” usually isn’t actually a triangle, it’s more like an arrow ^, but if it were to be complete the two people in love with the one person would also be in love so then it would have three sides! It’s like:

Canon (typical “love triangle”). If Stonathan were a thing (real love triangle):

Steve Johnathan. Steve. ————Johnathan

\. /. \. /

Nancy. Nancy

So that would be fun and kinda satisfying! For a while I’ve wanted to see something like this happen!

Jargyle - 6.5/10

It’s wholesome but I don’t really ship it. The idea of weed smoking boyfriends chilling together is cute! Also them being dumbasses together

Harringrove - 1/10

Nah Billy is a jerk plus him and Steve really don’t get along

Anyway I’ve spent too much time on this 💀

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Cozy Little Horrors, WIP re-intro

Laugh in the face of all that is ridiculous, even if it's called holy. Smile without minding your fangs. Your only job here is to figure out who you are without destroying the world. Believe me, it's harder than it sounds.

The basics:

Title: Cozy Little Horrors

Genre: rural fantasy, comedy, coming-of-age

Genre category: Y/A, N/A

Type: a collection of short stories.

Themes/Tropes: found family, self-discovery, the bad of both extremes, winning against all odds, a group of misfits against the world.

The premise:

Magefolk - magical humans and creatures - have lived among humans for all of history, at times openly, at times in secret.

In the present day, two powerful but very untraditional vampires start an academy for those who need guidance with their powers but don't have anyone to teach them, those who are labeled as monsters. This unique establishment is targeted both by the Order, a group of humans who want to rid the earth of all magefolk, and the Night, an organization of magefolk who want to keep their race clean of the outcasts and the unwanted.

But it seems that the honor of destroying the Academy might go to the students, seeing how unauthorized demon-summoning, time-traveling, and raising of undead armies is a typical Wednesday here. Will anyone survive to see the graduation?

Follow the all-fun, logic-free adventures of the Academy with:

The principals:

Lev and Evgeny Krasnomishkovs, the vampire QPR couple that founded and run the Academy. They try their best. They mostly fail.

The teachers:

Bylur, A lowkey ice giant. A no-nonsense bi lady. Can be impressed by axes. Cannot be impressed by students.

Elin, a genderfluid necromancer. The most chill person to ever walk the earth, they can be either the solution to the current disaster or its cause.

Arthur Wen, he/him agender, a weremonkey and magician. The one to search for potential students and bring them to the academy. Friendly but deadly.

Luis, an undead ex-member of the Order. Pretty hostile at first but eventually grows to love his adopted monster kids students. Cis guy, gay.

Angelica, a time-traveler, is a disorganized mess of a person, who, in all honesty, shouldn't be trusted with time travel. Had to be resurrected so many times she now has a special discount from Elin.

Nira, a demigoddess, with the powers of healing and restoration. Yes, she is also the one to heal the injured and fix the academy up. Yes, she doesn't remember what sleep is.

The students:

Pat (the name Patricia is banned), a rebellious werelizard with a heart of probably stolen gold. Ace, pan.

Mike, a lively and carefree ghost demiboy. Not the one to cause trouble by himself but is extremely easily peer-pressured.

Diego, a pan wind-magic wizard, and weresnake. Quiet and serious, he likes hanging out with his disaster friends and consequently gets dragged into trouble.

Katya, a trans girl, and a cheerful and deeply mischievous forest spirit's descendant.

Many others (this is getting too long)

Other information:

Posted parts:

The gays: unburied (999 words)

Welcome Back (2382 words)

Fur, Fire & Feathers pt 1. (2606 words)

Fur, Fire & Feathers pt. 2 (3474 words)

Tag: cozy little horrors

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[klaineanummel]

looking for something that’ll (never) come 1/6

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

Hey everyone!! Welcome to my newest fic :D This is a fic I’ve been wanting to write for ages, and am finally getting around to hehe it’s a fill for a prompt on the Glee Prompt Meme (link on AO3 and in the sidebar). This fic is complete, and I’m hoping to post it in its entirety over the course of the next two weeks or so. Hope you enjoy!! 

Title from I’ve Been Waiting by Lil Peep

Blaine doesn’t have to be looking at Tina to hear the eye roll in the, “Oh my god,” she lets out when she pulls up in front of Blaine’s house.

Blaine forces his eyes away from the black Escalade parked next to his driveway, turning to his friend with a, “What?”

Tina sighs, leaning her forearms on the wheel. “Blaine.”

“What?” Blaine repeats, knowing he sounds totally unconvincing in his confusion. He knows he sat up a little straighter when he’d seen the car, and he can’t remember doing it but he’s pretty sure he did that little excited wiggle that Tina and Sam are always making fun of him for.

He’s never claimed to be a subtle person.

“Just… chill, okay?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m chill.”

Tina raises an eyebrow. “You did the wiggle, pal.”

Yep, there it is. “Maybe I’m just excited to be home. Not have to see you anymore today.” He sticks his tongue out as he says it, hoping it will distract her.

This time he does see her roll her eyes. “Sure, Blaine. Whatever you say.”

He sighs, moving his messenger bag strap onto his shoulder and clutching it tight in his lap. He opens the door and sets one foot on the sidewalk. Then, he turns back to her and says, “It’s not because of Kurt.”

She frowns in faux-confusion. “I didn’t say anything about Kurt.”

He groans, and fully steps out of the car. He doesn’t close the door just yet, though, instead leaning against the top of it so he can still see Tina. “Thank you for driving me home.”

“Thank you for helping me pick out my prom dress,” she replies, still staring at him completely unimpressed. She glances past him, to his house, then looks back at him and says, “Text me later, okay?”

He snorts. It’s one of the things he loves most about Tina – she may give him shit, but at the end of the day she lives for the drama. No matter how much she disapproves of his crush, he knows he can always go to her with all the sordid details of whatever minute interaction he is overthinking. It’s great. Like having both the devil and the angel on his shoulder wrapped up in one person.

“You know I will,” he says, winking at her. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Blaine,” she wiggles her fingers as he finally shuts the door.

He heads up to his house, pulling out his keys and turning briefly to give Tina a final wave goodbye as she drives away. He then takes a deep breath and unlocks the door.

The first thing he hears is the sound of the TV from the living room, just a little louder than he knows Mama J likes it. He takes off his outside shoes and slips into his slippers, setting his keys on the hook with his name written above it in Mama P’s neat script.

He decides to drop his things off in his room before braving the living room, so he hurries straight up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he hears a couple of voices saying, “Come on, come on,” followed by a loud cheer a few seconds later. He shakes his head, smiling to himself as he walks into his room.

He hangs up his messenger bag on his coatrack, then heads to his closet, opening the left door so he can see himself in the reflection.

He knows it’s stupid to be concerned about how he looks. Kurt has seen him stumbling out of the bathroom at 2 o’clock in the morning with toothpaste still smeared on his face. He was front and center for the inside-out sweater vest ordeal. He’s even seen Blaine without hair gel, for goodness sake.

Still, he can’t help it. He wants to look nice.

He wants Kurt to think he looks nice.

He fixes his hair a little bit, tucks his polo back into his jeans, and adjusts the cuffs of his jeans slightly. He looks himself over for a moment more, then nods approvingly and closes his closet door, heading back downstairs before he can work himself up too much.

He’s just reached the bottom of the stairs when he hears Mike call out, “Blaine? Is that you?”

Blaine heads to the living room, poking his head in as though he’s just stopping in on the way to the kitchen. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Their living room is full of teenage boys. Three on the couch, two on the loveseat, and Kurt, as always, lounging in the recliner. They all look up at him when he speaks, and Finn even graces him with a wave. Then, as soon as he had the eyes of six football players on him, he no longer does, the pull of the football game far too strong.

As subtly as he can, Blaine flicks his eyes over to where Kurt is sitting, leaned forward with his legs spread wide, elbows rested on his thighs. He’s still watching Blaine, smirking a little, and Blaine looks away quickly, already feeling a blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Hey,” Mike says, grinning at him. He scoots a little down on the couch, forcing Finn and Matt to squish together even more. “You wanna join us?”

Blaine glances at the TV, wrinkling his nose a little. He doesn’t really care for either of the teams playing, and as much as he’d love to be in the same room as Kurt for the next hour or so, he does have a lot of homework to do.

Plus, he’s been informed very indelicately by his friends that he is completely obvious about his crush, and he isn’t sure if he should put himself in a position of being caught staring at Kurt for an hour straight.

“I think I’ll pass for today, but thanks.”

“Aw, come on,” Kurt speaks up, still smirking, and Blaine’s heart skips a beat in his chest. “Bobcats, man. We’re destroying the Ravens.”

Blaine scrunches up his face a bit. “More of a college football guy, to be honest.”

“Dude, he said no,” Finn says, shoving Mike back over on the couch. “There isn’t really any room for him here anyway.”

“Yeah, cause you’re on here,” Mike replies, shoving Finn right back. “Besides, Blaine is small. You could fit two of him where you’re sitting.”

Finn just laughs, but Blaine finds himself blushing a little at that. Small isn’t exactly the word he wants his brother’s friends associating him with. Especially one of them.

“I got tons of room over here,” Kurt says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Now he’s definitely blushing, but he manages to hit back with, “Careful Kurt, I might take you up on that.”

A couple of the guys laugh, but Kurt just keeps watching him, smirk still firmly in place.

God, Blaine cannot figure him out.

Without saying anything else, Blaine removes his head from the living room and heads down to the kitchen. He immediately pulls out a glass and grabs some water from the fridge, sipping it slowly.

The thing is, he knows Kurt’s straight. It’s kind of the biggest reason that Sam and Tina give him so much shit over his crush. And he’s not just like, average straight, he’s really straight. Football player who dates cheerleaders straight. Drives an Escalade straight. Texts girls late at night asking if they’re up with the eggplant emoji straight.

But he also does things like stare at Blaine intensely whilst smirking. Or ask him to share a recliner that’s barely large enough for just Kurt. Or text him whenever he’s drunk, asking why he never comes to parties with Mike. Or get really annoyed when Blaine doesn’t come to one of their football games, and then really excited whenever he does.

He doesn’t want to be that guy that’s constantly wondering what if, especially since he’s specifically heard Kurt call himself heterosexual on multiple occasions and he really wants to respect that, but sometimes he can’t help it.

Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in him.

He sets his glass of water by the sink, then walks over to the cupboard Mama J always keeps stocked with junk food and pulls out a half-full pack of Oreos. He picks five out, then puts the pack back and leans against the counter, biting into the first one slowly.

“Yo, Mini AC.”

He looks up, eyes wide as Kurt walks into the kitchen. He has to force himself not to obviously check Kurt out, but it’s so hard because, damn, he had not noticed earlier exactly how tight the t-shirt Kurt is wearing is.

“Hey,” Blaine replies after swallowing the cookie in his mouth. Kurt walks right up to him until he’s leaning next to Blaine on the counter.

He grins down at Blaine, then reaches out and steals one of Blaine’s Oreos. It brings their bodies slightly closer, their hips now brushing together ever so slightly.

Blaine is pretty sure he’s no longer breathing.

“You’re weird, you know that?”

“Huh?” It comes out like an exhale of breath.

“Why do you always eat your snacks in the kitchen?” Kurt takes a bite out of his cookie. “A normal person,” he continues, mouth full of cookie, “would grab his snacks and,” he swallows, “take them up to his room. Or out into the living room, where his friends are.”

Blaine swallows thickly. “Well,” he says, tongue feeling thick as he watches Kurt pop the other half of the Oreo into his mouth. “I don’t like to eat in my room because I hate crumbs. And, uh,” he glances at the doorway just as a loud cheer erupts form the living room. “You guys are really more Mike’s friends. Don’t want to cramp his style.”

“You hate crumbs,” Kurt mutters, grinning and shaking his head. “You’re really something else.”

Blaine presses his lips together to stop the ear-to-ear grin he can feel himself wanting to break into.

“But you’re wrong about the second part,” Kurt says, leaning over to steal another one of Blaine’s cookies. “We’re your friends, too. I mean, christ, we’ve been parking our asses on that couch for like ten years now. You even join us sometimes,” he nudges Blaine with his elbow, and it pushes him away just a little bit. Blaine immediately misses the warmth of Kurt’s body, and wonders if there’s a subtle way he can get close again.

“Sure,” is all he manages to say.

Kurt shakes his head, chuckling. “You coming to the game Saturday?”

Normally Blaine would play coy, see if he can get a reaction out of Kurt by saying he won’t, but, well. He can’t really pretend given what game it is. “You guys are up for the championship. Obviously, I’ll be there.”

Kurt nods. “Good. Need my good luck charm, you know.”

And that’s another thing that confuses Blaine. Because no matter what girl Kurt is currently dating, or sleeping with, or pursuing, he always calls Blaine his good luck charm. And every single time Blaine attends a game and they win, the very first thing that Kurt does is look for him in the audience and point directly at him.

Sam tells him it’s a superstitious thing, but Blaine can’t help but wonder.

“Oh, good, you’re still here,” Blaine looks away from Kurt, surprised to see Finn walking into the kitchen, too. Without thinking, Blaine inches ever so slightly further away from Kurt.

“Hey, Finn,” he says.

“Yeah, hey,” Finn waves a dismissive hand. “Look, you remember the game last weekend? Against Dalton?”

Blaine frowns, then glances up at Kurt confused. He’s hoping it’ll be a small moment of comradery between the two at Finn’s strange question, but instead he finds that any trace of a smile has disappeared from Kurt’s face. His jaw is actually jutting out a little, and he’s sending Finn a fairly icy glare.

It just makes Blaine frown more as he turns back to Finn with a, “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” Finn continues, clearly completely oblivious to Kurt’s stare. “I went to camp a few years ago with the Dalton quarterback, Sebastian Smythe. He noticed you when you came onto the field to congratulate us and thought you were really cute.”

Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “What?” He hadn’t really been paying attention to anything other than the fact that as soon as he stepped foot on the field Kurt immediately ran up to him and picked him up in a way-too-tight hug that literally swept Blaine off his feet.

“He asked if I knew you and if you’d be interested in getting coffee with him sometime,” Finn is wiggling his eyebrows as he says it, and Blaine feels his heartrate going up a little bit.

“Well, I mean,” Blaine glances up at Kurt again, and yeah, Kurt is definitely glaring at Finn. “I don’t really know him. Or what he looks like.”

“Dude, he’s totally hot for a guy,” Finn says. “And he’s like, nice and stuff. You’ll like him, for real.”

Blaine presses his lips together. He glances up at Kurt again. Kurt, who he has had a crush on for over a year. Kurt, who confuses him. Kurt, who hugs him like he’s the only person who exists but then hooks up with a cheerleader later in the night.

He’s never really been asked out before. Is he really going to say no because of a guy who can’t even return his feelings?

“Uh, sure,” he finally says, shrugging.

Finn does a tiny fist pump. “Sweet! I’ll send him your number and you can fix something up. You’ll seriously like him a lot, I swear dude.”

“Great,” Blaine says, giving a weak smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Finn grins at him, then turns around and leaves again. Blaine looks back up at Kurt as he goes, hoping the iciness will have left his eyes, but it hasn’t. Instead, he’s still glaring daggers where Finn just was, and his arms have come up to cross over his chest.

“That was weird, huh?” Blaine says, hoping to diffuse some of the tension. “I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever—”

“Yeah,” Kurt cuts him off. “Right. Look, I’m missing the game, so.”

He pushes off from the counter and walks out of the kitchen without even giving Blaine a chance to respond.

“Right,” Blaine says, though he knows Kurt won’t be able to hear him. “Bye, then,” he says to nobody, eyes falling down to the cookies in his hands.

He sighs, shoves one in his mouth and leaves the kitchen, eating the other one as soon as he swallows the first one.

He really hopes that Tina is home by now, because he doesn’t think just texting her is going to suffice this time.

[cyberdva]

Triple Date - Stanley Uris X Reader {Imagine ☆}

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Summary- The reader and Stan go on a ‘double date’ with Beverly and Bill, the catch is Bev and Bill had planned it in advance and the other two had no idea what was going on. Beverly had noticed the strong chemistry of her two friends and took action into her own hands. Will the day go as planned?

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IT Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

Date Uploaded: 10/28/19

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Warnings: None and Sick Turtle References

Prompt: “It’s not a double date if we’re third and fourth wheeling.”

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“Come on Y/N, Stan will be going!” Beverly meticulously planned her date with Bill to a tee. Recently, she had noticed Stanley and Y/N were growing an odd liking for each other. They use to never hang out, but now they seemed inseparable. Whenever she brought up the subject to Y/N, she would shrink back into her turtle shell. She was basically head over heels for him and the other way around for Stan.

 After they defeated that sickly clown, or what they called ‘IT’, some of the Loser’s Club began to drift away from each other. They assembled into groups, going weeks without seeing all of them together. Sure it was sad, though not all of the teens really fit well together. The constant banter of Bill and Stan, or Ben ogling at Beverly in front of everyone, they weren’t the best match. Even the other Losers didn’t really care or even notice relationships blooming, like the oblivious Eddie with Richie, but Bev knew it was a sworn job to bring Stan and Y/N together, somehow. She saw them together, going out, married even.

 That’s how far she would go. Neither of the shy kids would step up to the bat and ask each other out. After long pleading, Y/N was going to go, only Beverly didn’t mention that it was a makeshift double date. There was no way that Y/N would go if she knew, Beverly knew what she was doing and hoped that it worked. Now she had to get Bill on her side. Bev sat up against her bathtub, phone in her lap, and cord around his dainty fingers. It rang a few times, but Bill picked up. She shivered as a wave of cold air came through the permanently propped open window.

“Hello, Bill Denbrough speaking.”

She smiled, “Hey Bill, it’s Bev. I have a small question to ask you, a makeshift favor.”

She heard him sigh and frowned into the receiver. She didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not her fault that Bill is always ‘busy’ with Mike or Eddie, but what can you expect from a high school relationship.

“What is it this time? Do you want to borrow my bike or something?”

She breathed in, he heard, “No, I was wondering if you want to go on a date?” No response. “With Y/N and Stanley, well they don’t know they’re going on a date, but I want to get them together somehow.”

“Do you remember the last time you tried to play matchmaker.” Ouch.

“Why is he so stubborn?” Beverly mentally facepalmed, maybe this won’t work out.

She retorted back at her boyfriend, “Yes, but i-”

“Exactly.”

“Come on Bill.” she whined, “You know they would be perfect for each other.” He was going to say something, but caught himself.

“I-I don’t know…” he stuttered through his bedroom telephone. He had a dreadful day of work with his father and couldn’t wait for a good night’s sleep. He was also skeptical about this whole idea. Why would he want to trick their own friends? What if they didn’t even like each other, but a date with Beverly didn’t sound so bad. Bill did like her, to an extent. He just didn’t have time to devote to her when she really needs it. Beverly didn’t like Bill that much and he was very quiet and awkward, which made things so much worse. Don’t even get him started on his stuttering. Rejection was a hot topic in his mind and the more he thought that the date wasn’t even for Bev and him, he became unhopeful. It was just a plot to get their friends to hook up and will it even work? They were 14, nothing works out for them. They’re the damn Losers Club, but what if Beverly didn’t do that intentionally. She’s too nice for her own good. There was no way he could bail now, he dove headfirst into this.

“Fine…. I’ll go.”

Beverly smiled, “Thank you so much, Bill! I don’t know how to repay you.”

He flushed, “It’s no problem. Where are we meeting?” Maybe she did want to hang out with him, it won’t be that bad.

“By the Barrens?” Close enough.

He rubbed the back of his head as a chill ran up his back, “Yeah see you tomorrow Bev.”

“Bye Bi-” he slammed the receiver down and plopped back onto his bed. He racked with nerves.

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“Beverly, I don’t want to barge in on you guys. You and Bill should at least have some time by yourselves.” Y/N didn’t want to cut in on their ‘date’, she tried to push back the thought that Stanley was coming. She had a massive crush on him and at this point it was completely obvious. Of course she would ask Stan out, but the time was never right. It was all she could think of and all she wanted was to not be alone with him. 

“Y/N, it will be fine.” Bev’s reassuring words didn’t help much, “We’re almost there anyways.” Y/N didn’t want to mess up her chances with Stan. She felt calm with him, it was odd. 

“Just relax, he won’t think anything of it. As long as you don’t do anything.” Beverley huffed up the hill.

“Oh shut it, I am calm.” Drain pipes flowed below us, water rushed as we trotted up the steep hill.

She looked at me, “That blush would say otherwise.”

“Like you said, it’s not a date if you don’t make it one.”

She laughed, “Just don’t mess it up, he likes you too.”

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“Bill are you sure i should come, I don’t want to ruin anything.” Stanley shuffled behind him. Sure, he was a bit on edge, he didn’t want to mess up with his crush.

Bill wanted to get this over. He wasn’t pleased with going out on a cold Saturday morning, you could say he was a bit under the weather. He most certainly didn’t want to deal with a nervous Stan.

“You’re f-fine, just stay with Y/N.” They were around the corner from the Barrens. Butterflies filled his stomach at the mention of her name. 

The sun beat down on their heads, Stan felt especially hot with bandages covering his head. He was trying his best not to overheat. A few branches littered the damp ground, Bill kicked a few and landed with a soft thud on the road. Their walk was silent, Stanley didn’t want to overthink anything.

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“They should be here by now.” Bev looked down at her new watch she saved up for. Her dad didn’t want to buy her one and there was no way she was stealing again. The watch released a soft ticking sound, the water pushed down the stream. It was half past 10, they were late.

Y/N though they were going to ditch the duo until, “Hey guys sorry we’re late.” Bill and Stan rounded the corner. Stan and Y/N briefly made eye contact and exchanged swift smiles. This technically isn’t any different than any other hang out, just with the pressure of Bev and Bill. Beverly watched the ‘lovers’ mingle, they each brought up small conversations like homework, or tiny updates on family. Beverly whispered something to Bill, neither of the other two heard.

“How about you two go head over to the rocks, we’ll meet you there in five.” That caught the attention of Y/N, Stan nugged her to comply, even though he was nervous. Beverly looked at her, moving her head forward in a motion to get going.

“Beverly, I thought this was a d-double date.” Bill’s whisper was louder than he thought. Everyone heard. Y/N’s face went red and Stan began to sweat. A double date wasn’t what they agreed to, or so they thought. Beverly’s expression went sour, Bill had to say something.

She glared at him and faced the other two, “Just head over there, we’ll be there ASAP. Promise.” She motioned for Bill to follow her into the loose barricade of trees surrounding her. 

Stan looked around for some sort of comfort, ”I guess we should go…”

Y/N laughed, “That was awkward.” Stan nodded, his face began to redden too.

She noticed, “Hey, It’s not a double date if we’re third and fourth wheeling.”

He looked at her, “But, what if we had just a date. Not a double or a triple.” “What.”

They stared at each other, neither expecting those words to come out of Stan’s mouth.

“Wait, are you being serious.”

“Yes.”

She took Stan’s hand, a scar had already formed from the blood pact, ”Well I would like that.”

He gushed at the girl, “Maybe we could go bird watching together.”

“I’d love that Stan. Maybe even get some ice cream when they fair is in town?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[softest-cinnamon-roll]

You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out + reddie

not exactly something that I thought would come from this prompt, but here we go anyway! I hope you enjoy Amelia!

Warning for Character Death in this. 

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“Fuck no. Absolutely no. No way.” Eddie shook his head, blocking the door with his smaller, yet somewhat toned body. There was no way he was letting Richie pass him and go out there into what was essentially a danger zone. It had taken them way too long to find a safe space for Richie to risk giving it away.

Richie wasn’t having it though, and he stepped closer to Eddie, a gun strapped over his shoulder, the blood and dirt still stained on his cheeks. He shook his head at Eddie, trying to push past him but his body was lankier than Eddie’s, and he definitely wasn’t stronger. “Move, Eds.”

The losers were all gathered in a small safe house Stan had located on one of his missions to find food. In the past few weeks, Beverly had caught a cold and it had turned into an infection with a fever. She was getting worse and Eddie, the medic of the group, knew they had to find a safe and indoor place for her to sweat it out.

Eddie wasn’t even sure what had happened. One moment, he was snuggled up at the Quarry with Richie and the next there was some…dead thing crawling out of the bushes and rushing towards them. When they had made it into town and found the other losers, it was clear that something was terribly wrong.

In usual Richie fashion, he had made continuous jokes about the whole epidemic. It’s a zombie apocalypse, Eds! We are in a real life zombie apocalypse! None of them were funny because they were true, and no one knew what to do, or where to go. They had all piled into Richie’s truck and drove out of Derry, encountering their fair share of ‘zombies’ on the way.

They were all alone in a world full of brain eating monsters, and each and every one of them were fucking terrified. Yet, the whole ordeal never really truly sunk in until Bill was attacked. It had happened so fast and Eddie only barely missed being hit himself. It was just Bill and Eddie on the mission, trying to locate a pharmacy for simple medication when a ‘zombie’ had jumped out from the trees, skimming past Eddie and knocking Bill to the ground. By the time that Eddie had smashed the ‘zombie’s’ head in and pushed it off of Bill, he had already taken a huge chunk out of Bill’s arm.

As much as Eddie didn’t want to do it, he knew deep down that when Bill passed away he would just be reanimated as one of them, and any trace of their friend would be gone. Bill knew it was also the case and only nodded at Eddie, tears streaming down his face.

With tears in his eyes, and shaky hands, Eddie had pulled out his dagger and proceeded to stab Bill through the chest, before smashing his head in with the boulder, ensuring he would not come back. He had carefully made his back to the group, without Bill and broke the news. That night, they had all sat curled around each other, mourning for their lost friend.

After that, Eddie became much more vigilant. He always made sure there were at least three people on a mission and that they were well equipped to deal with any sudden surprise attacks. They all did regular exercises to build up their body strength so that if they did in fact, encounter a zombie, they at least could hold their own.

Guns were also out of the question. Eddie has seen 28 Days Later enough times to know that loud noises would attract them, and as soon as one hears you the others will simply follow. Mike had protested at first, but eventually he realised that Eddie was right, and there was no way they were losing another member of the losers club. No way.

It seemed though, that right now, Richie had completely forgotten about their system and it was really beginning to get on Eddie’s nerves. “Richie, sit the fuck down and we can figure this out in the morning,” he hissed. He loved Richie, he really did. He was the love of his life, but sometimes Eddie just wanted to smack him across the face.

“Bev is sick!” Richie snapped, glaring at Eddie. In their whole relationship, the only time they ever really fought was over Eddie’s mother and his need to please her. Since this whole thing began, they had always been on each other side. Until now. “She needs antibiotics and Stan said there was a hospital not far from here when he came back from the mission with Mike and Ben! I could go, get the medicine and be back in no time!”

Eddie held back his need to scream, shaking his head, “You don’t- you don’t understand! You can’t go out there on your own. Now turn around and go back to the group. We can get Bev medicine in the morning, she even said so herself!”

A look passed across Richie’s face before he nodded and sighed, returning to the group. Eddie waited by the door for a few more moments before he followed him. For the first time in a long time, Eddie fell asleep without Richie’s arms around him.

The sleep must have only lasted around an hour or so, because when Eddie woke up in need for the toilet, he realised that Richie was gone. Panic filled in his gut and he searched the whole house from top to bottom, waking everyone up in the process. Tears were streaming down his face as he realised that Richie had left and gone to the hospital without telling them. He didn’t even leave a fucking note.

Due to the fact that he was terrified out of his mind that he might never see his boyfriend again, Eddie had no room to be angry at Richie, even though he really wanted to be. The night soon turned into day and the sickening feeling only worsened in Eddie’s stomach. What if Richie had been attacked? What if he was bleeding out on the street? What if he was one of those things?

Just as the last thought left Eddie’s mind and the sun was just beginning to rise, the door to the safe house opened and Richie stumbled in, bloody and dirty. Stan was the first to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist as he helped him into the living room.

Still unable to be angry, Eddie rushed over to his boyfriend, searching every inch of his skin for any sign of a ‘zombie’ bite. Richie didn’t object, letting Eddie make sure he was okay for his own sanity before he handed over the bag full of medicine. As soon as Eddie realised that Richie was fine and he had the medicine, the anger was back and he grabbed the bag from him, storming into the room where Bev was. He had to make sure his friend was alright first.

Once he had administered the antibiotic to Bev’s system, Eddie walked back into the living room, where Richie was chilling on the couch. “You are so fucking stupid. I can’t believe you did that.”

Richie looked up, tilting his head to the side in confusion, “Eds it’s fine. I’m fine. Bev is fine.”

“That is not the fucking point!” Eddie hissed and Richie stopped short, blinking at Eddie as if he had been punched. “I told you to wait until morning when two other people could go with you! I fucking told you that it’s safer in groups and you ignored me and went off on your own! You risked all of our lives!”

“What the fuck?” Richie rolled his eyes a little. “Eds, you’re being so over dramatic. You guys were here and I was the one out there. The only life at risk was my own.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened and he scoffed just a little, “What? You think that if you didn’t come back we’d all just forget about you and move on? You think we wouldn’t have gone out looking for you? Putting ourselves at risk to find you? This- this isn’t a game Richie! This is real life and you fucking- fuck! You are just so fucking stupid!”

With that, Eddie stormed away and up the stairs of the house into one of the bedrooms. Tears of anger were in his eyes and he harshly wiped them away, taking in a few shaky breaths. He had no idea how long he sat up there, alone and in the cold, but it was dark when the door knocked and Richie stuck his head in. “Can I come in?”

The anger was no longer there, instead it was replaced with hurt and the resting fear of losing Richie. “Yeah, come in,” he whispered. Richie crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Eddie, pulling him into his arms. “You were so stupid,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“I know,” Richie whispered, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. His hands were cleaner now, so Eddie assumed he must have washed up before coming to find him. “I know Eds, and I know I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry for putting everyone at risk. I just- I wanted to be able to do something for once. It’s always you, Stan and Mike who go on the main missions and I- I just wanted to be useful.”

Eddie looked up, his eyes wide as more tears filled up, “Richie- you are useful. Your boy scout experience and your trips with your dad give you the knowledge of how to cook food. None of us know how to do that, or how to build a fire or how to break into a house. That’s all on you. We’d be screwed without you. Just because you aren’t out on missions doesn’t mean you’re not useful.”

Richie leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Eddie’s lips. Right now, life was too short to stay mad at the person who made the world a little bit brighter and Eddie knew that. “I love you, Eds.”

Life was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better. They were going to encounter way more problems and possibly suffer more losses. As long as they have each other though, Eddie was sure that they could take on anything the world threw at them.

“I love you too, Rich. I love you too.”

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[ifyoucouldholdme]

Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Stenbrough

Word Count: 3137

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Maybe partying this hard was not the wisest choice, but it had been one hell of a week for Stan. After surviving midterm exams, there was also a group project, an oral presentation, and several papers to turn in. As well as his schoolwork, Stan also found himself actively avoid Bill. This turned out to be more difficult than he had first thought since they lived on the same hall of the dorms. Bill hadn’t actually done anything to warrant such a silent treatment, but lately Stan noticed himself developing a strange fixation on his easy-going friend. Little things would catch his eye. Bill’s stardust freckled face. The way he gently bit his bottom lip when concentrating on his novel of the week. Over time, Stan had come to terms with his sexuality regarding his faith and his religious upbringing. That did not change the fact that falling for a straight boy—a straight best friend—was begging for heartbreak. These thoughts couldn’t bother him if he kept himself from constantly seeing Bill.

This is why the glass of Moscato he usually nursed at these Losers’ Club get-togethers tonight became three shots of tequila with a Sprite chaser. The giddy lightheadedness, although not a sensation he usually enjoyed, was miles better than worrying about grades or schoolboy fantasies.

“Stanley, there you are!” An exuberant Eddie appeared seemingly from nowhere. “How did you end up in the kitchen, silly?” Stan had no recollection of making his way to a cross legged perch on top of the kitchen counter, but given the shots and his lovestruck musings, that wasn’t surprising. Eddie just shook his head, giggling. He grabbed Stan’s wrist and dragged him away, “Come on, Stanny-Bird, stop nesting by yourself. We’re about to start a game in the living room.”

“Isn’t Richie supposed to be the one with the stupid nicknames?” Stan teased, finding his voice once again.

Eddie flustered a bit. “Yeah, I guess he’s rubbed off on me, hasn’t he?”

“That’s not all I’ve done to you, Spaghetti, my love,” a plastered Richie crooned from atop their surprisingly sturdy coffee table.

“Fuck off, Tozier,” Eddie retorted with a middle finger and a sloppy wink.

“Will do, babe. Now get in the circle. I want to get some new dirt on you guys.” The boys dropped into place with the others. Stan felt a wave of joy mixed with his drunkenness as he glanced around at the rest of his friends. Beverly and Ben had already squished themselves the sole recliner available. Mike lounged in front of the television, probably already to drunk to move. Bill had, fortunately for Stan, had to finish a research paper of his own, which is the only reason Stan had allowed himself any alcohol in the first place.

“The name of the game,” Richie belted, “is Never Have I Ever! We each take turns declaring something we’ve never done, if nobody cheats,” he shot a narrow glare at Beverly, “and all you dirty sluts that have done it must take a sip of whatever drink they choose. Got it?”

               “Shut up so we can get started,” Stan bossed louder than he anticipated. Richie eyed him with a curious gaze which made him tense a little. “Stan the Man! Eager beaver tonight. You’re usually the buzzkill in these things.”

               That’s only when Bill’s here. Richie’s expression took a more mischievous shape. Did I say that out loud? Thankfully, Richie either took mercy on Stan or didn’t actually hear anything, because he plopped into his own spot next to Eddie. “Who’s going first?”

               Bev leaned forward and almost toppled out of the chair. “I got one. Never have I ever snuck into someone else’s room after dark,” she slurred, sending a challenging smirk in Richie’s direction. He raised an eyebrow as he drank from his beer.

               “I see how it is, Marsh,” he replied. Eddie chuckled playfully at the thought of Richie and Beverly duking it out. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” his boyfriend said from under a mess of unkempt bangs. “Alright, then. Never have I ever belted along to Mamma Mia in the shower.”

               “Oh, you ass!” Eddie slapped his arm and took a drink. Across the circle, Ben tried to unsuccessfully hide his own raised glass. “See, at least Ben can appreciate some culture.”

               Stan watched the ensuing tickle fight, a drunken smile tinged with a touch of longing on his face, unaware of the knock at the door behind him. He loved his friends more than even his own family, but the teasing banter between the couples twisted his chest into a jumbled mess. Every affectionate touch only reminded him that he would never be held by the one boy that he dreamt of. That he would never feel Bill’s hands in his. That when his night terrors woke him in the darkness, he would be alone no matter how fervently he prayed otherwise. At least tonight there was no sign of Bill to make him feel even worse, and he had the tequila to make him feel better.

               “Give us a good one, Stanley. I’m getting bored over here,” Mike interrupted Stan’s pity party. He sputtered back to attention.

               “My turn already?”

               “Yeah, Eddie went to get the door, so you’re next,” Richie nudged him with a bony elbow. “Let’s have some scandals already!”

               Stan’s mind drifted and muddled too much to think intricately enough to find anything racy enough for a drunk Trashmouth, so he settled on the first thing his addled brain suggested. “Never have I ever been naked in front of somebody. Well, besides my parents, anyway.” Then again, maybe he could.

               “Well, damn,” Richie cawed, as he took another sip of his beer, along with all the other Losers. “I guess Stan the Man isn’t a man just yet. We’ll have to fix that soon, Virgin Stanny.” He gave Stan a salacious wink.

               “S-Stan’s a v-v-virgin?” came the familiar voice, giving Stan chills.

               Oh, no. No, no, no, no. He’s supposed to be busy tonight. Nevertheless, there stood Bill, cheeks as bright as the tuft of hair brushing the top of his brow. This monolith of Stan’s childhood had indeed arrived. He had tried so hard to avoid the other boy this week, and now he had to maneuver the evening through the haze of alcohol and lovestruck fantasies. Worst of all, because his stupid, unfiltered brain, his crush now knew he was completely inexperienced romantically. Shit.

               Mike and Beverly erupted in a cheer upon seeing Bill make his way to the open spot directly across the circle from Stan, because of course he would. “We’re playing Never Have I Ever and apparently already learning some new secrets,” she explained, giving Stan an overly exaggerated grin. The poor boy anxiously bit his lip and stared at Bill, waiting for any reaction. Bill’s eyes were planted on him in an almost melancholy stare.

               “I n-noticed,” he plainly stated.

               Stan knew he shouldn’t have hidden from Bill and understood that the other must feel confused and likely hurt. After all, his best friend had basically stopped talking to him for most of a week, all because Stan couldn’t handle falling in love with Bill when he knew that Bill couldn’t love him back. Did Stan truly love Bill beyond a silly infatuation? Gazing at the sullen boy across from him—his leader, his inspiration— he supposed he did in fact love Bill. He loved him with all he was, no matter what his father or the Torah condemned. No matter the pain of his unrequited attachment.

               “You guys skipped me?” Eddie exclaimed in only slightly exaggerated irritation. Richie tried to appease him with a giggly peck on the cheek but got an elbow in the ribs for his effort. “Aw, chillax, babe. You got up during your turn, and I’m impatient. I just wanna get to the dirty shit.”

               “You want dirty?” Eddie snipped, “Fine.” He turned into the circle in a theatrical fashion usually expected from his ham of a lover. “Never have I ever sucked a dick in a public restroom!” Everybody tried to muffle a cacophony of snickers as Richie’s face turned a deep crimson.

               “That is totally not fair, Eddie! You were there too.”

               “Yeah, but I just gave you a hand job.” He stuck out his tongue, satisfied and victorious.

               “M-maybe I should’ve w-waited a f-few more minutes b-before coming over.” All eyes turned to watch a still blushing Bill unashamedly took a drink of his freshly opened beer. Stan’s blood dropped to a freezing chill.

Eddie, intensely intoxicated, missed what was unsaid yet understood. “No, Billy, I said ‘sucked a dick’ not ‘gotten my dick sucked.’”

“I k-k-know.” Eddie stared quizzically at his reddening face. Everybody else was too dumbstruck to properly react. The up until now straight Bill Denbrough self-consciously lowered his gaze and muttered, “Y-you said you w-wanted s-s-secrets…”

 What. The. Fuck.

 Stan had finally been coming to terms with never having a romantic future with Bill—Straight Bill Denbrough—and now here’s the man of his dreams basically admitting he’s not entirely straight after all. This should have brought him an overabundance of excitement, instead it toppled the so carefully balanced platter of stress that had accumulated inside him all week long.

“Well,” Richie had finally regained his ability to form words again. “Hell yeah, Big Bill!” He half leapt, half scrambled over the coffee table to give Bill an uncoordinated high five. “That’s my boy!”

Why hadn’t Bill told Stan this? They never kept secrets from each other. Except for Stan’s feeling of course, but that was for good reason.

“So, are you like bi then?” Bev asked, the game mostly forgotten.

Did Bill not trust him? Or worse yet, did Bill know that Stan loved him and just pretended to like girls as some shitty way of letting him down without flat out rejecting him?

“N-no, I d-don’t think so. I mean, y-y-yeah, I’ve dated a few g-g-girls, but not really because I wanted t-to. You know what other p-people think about…well, about p-people like m-m-me.”

Bill’s eyes grew misty, but Stan was in too deep of a spiral to notice. On a normal day, he would’ve kept his cool. On a normal day, he would’ve given his polite smile until he returned to his room where he could violently sob in secret. Instead, tonight Stan had alcohol, and he had emotions, and he had to find out that the love of his life was gay by hearing him admit to fooling around with someone else during a freaking drinking game!

“What the actual fuck, Bill?!” Stan erupted. The others snapped their heads towards him, Bill uttering a startled, “W-w-what?”

“You’re gay?”

“I g-guess…is that a p-p-problem?”

Stan scoffed. “No. No problem at all. Let’s keep playing. I’ve got one. Never have I ever hidden a secret from my best friend.”

“Stan—”

“Drink, Bill.”

The confusion across his freckled face now melted into pained anger. “F-fine. Never have I ever avoided my b-best friend with no w-warning. D-d-drink, Stan.”

Stan was not about to let this argument turn on him, even if he knew he did not hold the moral high ground. “Never have I ever felt like I couldn’t trust my friends,” he roared.

“N-never have I ever been a j-judgmental asshole,” Bill fired back, equally outraged. Ben, ever the peacekeeper, tried to deescalate the situation. “Guys, let’s calm down before—”

It was out of Stan’s mouth before he could catch it. “Never have I ever shoved some guy’s dick down my throat!”

Bill gave not retort this time. He just quietly set his unfinished beer on the table. Immediately losing all the fire in his chest, Stan tried to take back his words. “Bill, I didn’t—”

“Stop.” No anger. No stutter. Bill was done. He rose quickly from his spot on the floor. “I think I s-should b-b-be g-going.”

“Bill…” Eddie trailed after him.

“T-thank you for inv-viting m-m-me Eddie. Every one of them caught sight of the tears that started to leak from his broken eyes.” Then he was out the door without another word.

Stan’s entire world swirled to a screeching, sobering halt. “Way to go, fuck up,” he whispered to himself, not caring anymore if someone heard, as his own sorrow trickled over his cheeks. “You lost him for good, now.” The shame overwhelmed him, and he buried his face in his arms. A gentle hand caressed his hunched back as a surprisingly sober voice washed over him. “Well, you definitely were an ass, just now, but you can’t lose Bill that easily.”

“Yeah, right, Bev,” he snapped through a hitch in his breathing.

“Stan, the only reason you’re not getting a major lecture right now is because we know. You don’t have to say it. We can see how much you love that boy.” Stan skeptically glanced at each of the Losers who now gathered around him, expecting faces full of anger and disgust. The looks of concern there instead fueled the rising guilt caught in his throat. “I’m sorry, guys,” he croaked in defeat.

“We don’t need an apology, Stan,” Eddie waved it off, “Just know that we love the shit out of you, no matter what stupid things to do.”

Richie, trying to be somewhat serious added, “I mean, look at the stupid shit I do every day, and I’m still here.”

“Bill cares about you just as much too. Probably more so,” Mike offered.

Stan let out a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, right. He definitely hates me now.”

“Then go apologize,” Bev directed him, getting tired of his wallowing, “Go show him how you feel about him, ok?”

“What if he refuses to speak to me?”

Beverly flashed one of her patented warm-as-sunshine smiles. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

 With quivering knees and a massive clump of dread in his stomach, Stan hesitantly knocked on the door to Bill’s dorm, prepared for the worst. The resounding thud bounced away down the lifeless hallway. Stan waited in excruciating silence, almost ready to leave and try again later, until he heard the muffled pattering of uneven footsteps. The door creaked open, revealing a disheveled looking Bill. He had already changed into a worn shirt and the hideous tie-dye slipper socks Richie bought for his secret Santa present this year. The redness around his eyes and the tissue crumpled in his fist, however, suggested that he had been crying instead of sleeping. The shock of such a distraught Bill almost triggered Stan into another guilt driven breakdown, but he blinked back his own tears, determined to say what he had come here to say.

“Stan,” Bill hoarsely spat in an unwelcome grumble.

“Hey, Bill,” Stan replied in his own terrified mumble. The air was empty and tight for a moment as neither boy knew how to continue. “I need to talk to you,” Stan blurted suddenly. Bills brow furrowed into a frustrated divot.

“I t-think you’ve s-said enough,” he dismissed as he started to close the door. Stan jumped forward, lodging himself between it and the frame.

“Please, just wait,” he pleaded, “I want to apologize. You were just trying to be yourself with us—” Bill’s eyes flickered anxiously to either side of them, scanning the hall. “Not here,” he snapped in a harsh whisper, hastily pulling Stan into his room. The door slammed shut, and he locked it behind them. “It’s n-not safe to talk ab-bout that stuff outside.” The light was off, and a blanket cascaded across the floor, confirming that Bill had indeed been having a breakdown of his own. The thought brought a lump to Stan’s throat. “I’m sorry about tonight,” he said, “I shouldn’t have—”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

That hurt, but Stan knew he deserved such a blunt reaction. Bill was far from through, though. “Do you kn-know how long I’ve w-wanted to tell you guys? D-do you understand w-what it took for m-me to even tell m-m-myself? I hated m-myself for years. I tried to change. I tried to hook up with g-g-girls, but n-nothing worked.

“B-but things eventually g-got easier. The jokes and the s-slurs I hear from the rest of g-guys in c-class every day didn’t s-scare me as m-much. It was finally n-not the end of the w-world if I was…” His stance never faltered, but now Stan was fully aware of Bill’s reddened eyes and wet cheeks. “I w-wanted to t-tell you Stan, I p-p-promise. I f-finally decided that I had t-to, no m-matter how scared I was. B-but then you stopped t-talking to m-me, and when you s-saw me, you would r-r-run away f-from me. I thought you s-somehow found out on y-you own,” Bill rasped, losing his voice as a new stream of tears poured out. “B-but I never thought that y-you would be that d-d-d-disg-gusted—”

“Bill, you are anything but disgusting.” Stan’s heart couldn’t handle any more of Bill talking so honestly about how badly Stan had hurt him.

“I s-saw your f-f-face. Why else w-would you s-say that?”

“Because I was jealous!” Stan exploded. “All I want is for you to ask me out, or hold my hand, or hell, even just look at as something more than just your friend. God knows, I spend every night praying that you’ll notice me. But finally finding out that you’re gay by hearing about you having sex with somebody else? I’m not strong enough for that. I’m sorry.”

An eternity passed as they stood in the dark, both crying and staring at the floor. Stan wanted to leave, to avoid embarrassing them any further, but he also couldn’t bear to leave Bill alone in such an upset state once more.

“I wish it had been you.”

Stan thought he misheard. He looked up, but the boy in front of him still avoided eye contact. “It w-wasn’t a fun experience. I w-was so lonely, I f-found the first guy who was even remotely interested. When he w-was done, he just cleaned up and l-l-left.” He lifted his head, and whimpered as his voice finally broke, “I w-w-wish I could’ve been with someone I l-love. I w-wish it was you.”

Cautiously, Stan took Bill’s hand in his. The sobbing boy reciprocated the touch, clenching his fingers tightly in Stan’s firm grasp.

“I’m sorry, Bill. For what I said tonight, for avoiding you, and for not seeing how much pain you’ve been living with.” He felt the other’s pulse calming in the comforting connection, almost becoming one with his own.

“Stan,” Bill whispered, “d-does it ever g-get easier?” Stan, never releasing his grip, pulled them together, holding his best friend impossibly close. “Yeah, babe,” he cooed breathlessly into Bill’s neck. “It will.”

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Platonic stozier for the soul

Honestly I’m so starved of stozier content I decided to just feed my self so let’s go shall we pallies? Also IT never happened coz I’m a slut for au’s

Stan and Richie are BEST FRIENDS

Fite me m8

You literally can not take that away from me

Richie joined stans kindergarten class half way through the year because he was kicked out of his last one (totally not for calling the teacher a whore because he heard his dad say it)

Stan was totally a loner

People made fun of my small boy for liking birds and always having his pencils in neat little line

The first week of Richie’s new school he accidentally bumped stans table, and made him draw a thin i black line on the bird drawing he was doing, while he was excitedly jumping around

Stan got mad and punched Richie in the face with his tiny fists of rage

They both had to stay in at recess to ‘think about what they’ve done’

After 10 minutes of lil Richie shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to stan he apologised for knocking his stuff and told stan he liked the bird drawing he had been doing

Baby stan can’t keep a grudge like big boy stan so he forgave him and they’ve been inseparable ever since

In first grade the bigger kids picked on Stan for his (at this point undiagnosed) OCD and Richie would sit with him and make dumb inappropriate jokes till he felt better (“staniel?” “What” “why did the boy drop his ice cream?” “Why Richie?” “Coz he got hit by a bus!” *SnOrT*)

In fifth grade a kid with a stutter was having trouble presenting to the class and peeps were starting to laugh so our lovely boys decide to fake a fight to get the pestering crowds eyes away from 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂(*whispering* “stanthony punch me in the face” “what?” “I said punch me in the face did you not hear me?” “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you talk but usually it’s subtext”)

The next day bill thanked them and introduced them to his besty the one and only Eddie and suddenly our duo was a- four...o...? I’ll stop

Entering middle school Richie realised he may slightly possible have the teeniest tiniest crush on a certain asthmatic germaphobe and obviously went straight to Stan to freak out because ?????????? A crush on a boy ?????????? This was Unheard-of to the poor 11 and his dad would KILL him if he found out

But as y’all probably already guessed Stan completely shut him out and never spoke to him again the end.

But seriously stans closeted ass gave rich a huge hug and let him hush over Eddie spaghetti for hours then on end with zero judgment and just a few eye rolls at the really sappy shit (“omfg Stan you don’t understand his eyes are just so pretty I could literally stare into those fuckers for the rest of my life and never get tired of them” *massive fucking eye roll*)

Seventh grade stan realised he was gay and immediately went to Richie to tell him even if he was scared he would be rejected because ‘Richie still likes girls’ ‘what if he thinks I’m a freak for only liking boys???????’

His nerves were settled by a sleepover at stans and more talk of crushes (coz maybe possibly perhaps Stanley has a dummy thicc crush on our boy Billiam) and cute celebrities

After Mike, Ben and Bev joined the losers club was complete and Richie n Stan felt comfortable enought to come out the rest of the group as bi and gay

Of course Richie came out with an inappropriate joke (“I know my heart belongs to Mrs. K but I have to say, Bill, you’re dads been lookin like a snack recently”)

The whole squad™️ were cool with it and Eddie looked excited when Richie came out???????? (Obviously our boys had another sleepover and just fucking died of squeal syndrome)

Sophomore year Eddie and Richie finally got together and Stan was just so fucking happy for them coz ?????? Richie is literally his best friend in the world????? And if Richie’s happy he’s happy???????

Obviously the very next week bill finally grew a pair and asked out his long standing crush and obviously that crush was stan and obviously Stan said yes and cried and obviously called Richie and obviously they squealed and o-

When Richie’s dad found out he was a big ol bisexual tho,,,, let’s just say things were less than ideal (“I didn’t raise a f*ggot!” “d-dad please!” *slap*)

Instead of going to Eddie (who he’d been dating for let’s say 6 months now) Richie went to his home away from home and let stan be his shoulder to cry on and ear to rant to and warm body to hug

When stans parents found out about Richie’s dad they let him temporarily move in until his parents got a divorce and he could stay with his mom in an apartment across town (because I refuse to let Richie be all alone and omg soft Maggie is everything)

The day before graduation the pair go to the quarry and just chill and talk and reminisce about their almost identically childhood and laugh about how different they each remember events (“hey rich remember that time in like ninth grade when you got so drunk you fell off a table and impaled yourself in the arm with a fork???” “AcTuAlLy StAn ThE mAn, I believe it was you who was stabbed.” “ThEn WhY dO yOu HaVe FoUr HoLeS iN yOuR aRm?¿?¿?¿” “...... oh yeah” *sNoRt p2*)

When the boys had to eventually split up to go to collage they cried so much Richie literally got a migraine and Stan was all light headed

They said their heart felt goodbyes to all the other losers except their respective boyfriends (coz no way are stenbrough and reddie breaking up now) and hugged till stan and bill had to got on the plain to fly them to wherever it is they’re going to collage I guess

Over the years tho, the bromance never dwindled and when it came time for them to both get married (obviously to Eddie and bill) they were each other’s best man and oh my god the embarrassing speeches (“The day I met you Richie was the best day of my life because before you even said your name I got to punch you in the face” *que laughter* “Stanthony Denbro-Urine, I’ll never forget the time you dropped out of a tree and into a lake while bird watching and subsequently broke your wrist because oH MY GOD was it fucking hilarious.” *more laughter*)

Even when they had kids they couldn’t help but be the worlds sappiest best bros with Daniel Stanley Tozier-Kaspbrak and Stephen Richard Denbrough-Uris being the best of buds for as long as they can remember

So basically Richie and Stan are inseparable and literally need each other to survive and omg I love them so much and stozier gives me life do yeah

Yeah idk how to end things so jckxnskdndknsnksk done. Also this is like literally the first time I ever written one of these so please give me fuckin validation????? And reblog????? And also fuckiiiinnnnnn??????? Let this get notes?????? And send in prompts for me to do if you don’t hate this?????? Coz I love y’all?????? And omg??????? Yeah

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Rec This Thing: Panic! At The Disco Pray For The Wicked Europe Tour at AFAS LIVE

Panic! At The Disco Pray For The Wicked Europe Tour at AFAS Live 

My story: Look, in the span of less than a year I became a huge fan, so when they announced their show at AFAS Live, I was in.

Story: It’s a concert.

Rating (1 to 10): 10

Why?: After Hayley, and Troye, it was time for Panic! and lemme tell you something.

This was my favourite.

Once again, I was on my way to Amsterdam with Sammy in tow. We originally planned on going with Maikel, but tickets were sold out in seconds and he didn’t manage to grab them.

The road towards Amsterdam was wonky due to a possible terrorist attack in my country and due to faulty trains. On our way, we met up with two strangers who were also on their way to the concert. We talked about fake vegan burgers and airport security fails and of course Panic! At The Disco.

We parted ways at the entrance. It was packed. We were lucky we got there after the doors opened, because the line was so damn long that they added a second line. That line also happened to be shorter. That was our line. We still queued for a small half hour (and the police kept driving by because... y’know... possible terrorism) (it really was a terrible day for my country).

We bought merch and I got the long sleeved white shirt with High Hopes lyrics and then it was time to find a spot in the venue. Eventually, we got great balcony seats. Third row, close to the middle aisle. We had an amazing view.

*record scratch*

Wait. Hold on? You’re telling me that you could’ve found a standing place almost up front, like you did with Troye Sivan’s concert, and you didn’t?

Nope. I didn’t. For a few reasons actually:

We didn’t have to use the wardrobe.

The show was a very visual show and you could see it best from the balcony, since you could see the entire stage.

After all, Sammy and I are relatively small, so we wouldn’t be able to see shit unless we were completely front row.

I don’t like being stuck in crowds.

And the crowd was massive. It’s really confusing, cause both Troye and Panic! played sold out shows at AFAS Live but Panic!’s crowd was double the size. Ever since it got announced that Panic! got AFAS, I was very confused, because if you look at other venues of the PftW tour, they have massive venues sold out. Panic! easily could’ve played Ziggo Dome or whatever, but nope, they got AFAS. Hmmmm.

Anyway, I did consider going all the way up front so that I could hopefully give Brendon an ace flag to wear during Girls/Girls/Boys, cause that would mean the world to me, but the cons outweighed the pros and besides, I have nothing to complain about my seats. 

Especially now that I’ve seen YouTube videos from the people down at the standing room. It got hectic and loud and woah, at least I could still hear Brendon Urie himself.

The opening band was A R I Z O N A. The band, not the state. They’re from New Jersey. I wasn’t familiar with them, but by now I’ve listened to their entire discography and they’re good.

Then, it was time for an half hour long break and it was time for people to get annoying. Yup, as I mentioned, I had a great seat on the third row on the balcony. I was the first seat of that row, so no one blocked my view. It was wonderful.

But during A R I Z O N A’s set, people started leaning against the banister (is it called a banister?) of the balcony and people were crowding the steps in the aisle, aka people were blocking our views.

Sammy and I got so pissed.

Luckily, we weren’t the only ones cause the man in front of me actually told some people to leave, because they were blocking our view, but the moment those people left, new ones arrived.

So yeah, Sammy and I were pretty annoyed and then the countdown started, so we had a “well, shit, if we have to” moment, but three minutes before Panic! came on stage, security wiped the entire aisle. Everyone had to go all the way to the back to stand there behind the rows of seats.

A part of me felt a bit bad that all those people got pushed to probably the worst places in the entire venue, but man, on the other hand, Sammy and I were so damn glad.

And so, the countdown counted down (wow) to zero, while Toto’s Africa was playing, and the show started. I actually took a small video of all numbers and I put them together in a complication, excluding Girls/Girls/Boys and Bohemian Rhapsody. Those were long enough to have videos of their own.

Now, if someone’s reading this (hi), get something to drink cause this is gonna get long. When I talk about concerts, I write down the entire setlist and my thoughts on the performances, and wow, Panic!’s show was almost two hours long. 

How long? Well, someone put the full show online and it’s 1:48:20 long.

So yeah, the gorgeous purple lights turned on and Nicole (I’m gay), Mike, Dan, the horny boys and the wicked strings (I’M GAY) started playing and then Brendon arrived to start off with...

F**k A Silver Lining: We had one of those smaller stages (cause again, Ziggo Dome who??? I don’t know her!) so all those extras like Brendon jumping out of the stage didn’t happen. Luckily, the wonderfully beautiful visuals and lights were there. Silver linings came out of cannons and the show started. It was a beautiful sight, although it took me a while to realise that the images on the projections were supposed to be “motherfucking” cherries, not dicks.

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time: Ah yes, Brendon Urie showing off his vocal range by singing random parts in falsetto. I love it and I sang along.

Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind): So delighted to hear this one, since it’s my favourite V&V song and once again, Brendon killed everyone with those high notes. They also put Mike in the spotlight, and it wasn’t the last time they did that during the show.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It!: Ah yes, Beebo. He actually showed up before the countdown. He was just chilling on stage. Anyway, I fucking loved the song.

LA Devotee: Nicole and Mike got front stage and bam LA Devotee, my favourite song from Bachelor, started playing. It was awesome.

Hallelujah: The girls in front of us lost it when the first note started playing. Brendon did his classy falsetto again and it was great.

Crazy = Genius: Hey look, fire. Anyway, this song is amazing and is it underrated? Idk? I love it so much.

The Ballad of Mona Lisa: People went apeshit when the first notes started playing. I really liked it.

Nine In The Afternoon: Where did Brendon go? Oh, he’s at the piano, aka it’s time for Nine In The Afternoon. I loved that you could hear the strings at the end so clearly.

One Of The Drunks: Ah yes, they added this song for the second leg and boy am I glad they did, since I absolutely love this song.

Casual Affair: Wow, okay. The visuals and the lights were amazing in every damn song, but Casual Affair had by far one of the best. AFAS Live became a big laser show. And nearing the end, a laser circle appeared on stage and Nicole and Mike joined Brendon in the circle. And then Brendon started singing very, very high. Probably the highest notes he’s had all evening. I was in absolute awe.

Vegas Lights: I am also so happy they did this song. I’ve loved it ever since I first listened to it and the energy in the room was so high.

Dancing’s Not A Crime: Annika from Plurk said that this song was so much fun live, and I am inclined to agree with her. This was so much fun! They did change the lyrics from “MJ up in the clouds” to someone else and the ending was also done in falsetto, which was great. Yup, yup, yup, Annika was right.

This Is Gospel: Brendon got a guitar and it was time for This Is Gospel. Now of course, this song is great and the added high notes were wonderful, but the very end was the best. After the song ended, Brendon, Nicole, Mike and Dan just jammed for one whole minute. Just music. I knew it was coming, so I filmed it.

Death Of A Bachelor: No surprise here, but Brendon told everyone he wrote it because he wanted to be Frank Sinatra. Since this is a smaller venue (... still... why...), he didn’t have to do the Death Walk, which is a good thing. It was just him and the horny boys on stage and the funk part was so much fun. Heh, horny boys. What a great pun.

It was time for a silent moment. The horny boys left the stage and Brendon started talking about he tried to learn Dutch at 3AM but he couldn’t get very far. Well, he got “Hartelijk bedankt” and “Ik hou van jullie allemaal”, and he thanked Google Translate. Anyway, he moved to the piano and he talked about how he hated it that his mum tried to teach him piano, but that he learned this song. The wicked strings returned and he started playing.

I Can’t Make You Love Me/Dying In LA: In the middle of the song, it transitioned into Dying In LA. Again, smaller stage (wtf), so the whole floating piano thing wasn’t there, but the music was obviously the same.

The Greatest Show: From a slow piano ballad to BAM this. I was not as disappointed by Panic!’s version of The Greatest Show as others, but I definitely agree that the song is much better live. Brendon sounded a bit raspy, which was great. He’d been raspy the entire show and it was great, but here it was amazing.

Girls/Girls/Boys: YES. IT’S TIME TO GET GAY. THE ONE I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO. Sure, I didn’t get to show off my ace flag, but Brendon still got flooded by flags, including 2 pan flags, 1 bi flag, and 1 trans flag. He commented on how it was the most flags he’s ever gotten. I saw even more flags in the audience, so he didn’t even get all of them. The Panic! Hearts were lovely, even though there was no rainbow. There was no assigned seating, so colours were everywhere. I had an orange heart and Sammy had a blue one. It still rained glitter and I almost cried when the rainbow love banner appeared. After the song, the rainbow laser lights appeared and Brendon gave a small speech. I want to relive this moment again.

King Of The Clouds: Smoak clouded (pun intended) the stage and it was time for King Of The Clouds. Not much to say, apart from the usual: it was great and the visuals were beautiful. The purple/green/blue colour scheme at the end was mesmerising.

High Hopes: CAN I JUST SAY THAT THAT MOMENT WHERE THE WICKED STRINGS BEND BACKWARDS IS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS EVER? And also, oh boy, there were some high notes at High Hopes.

Miss Jackson: Brendon lost his golden jacket and Miss Jackson started playing. He did a backflip as well.

Roaring 20s: Another song that got added for leg two and just like One Of The Drunks, I welcome this change. Yup, I was one of those “*shoves 20$ to Brendon* Add Roaring 20s to the setlist!” people. NOW ONLY THE OVERPASS AND OLD FASHIONED LEFT.

Bohemian Rhapsody: How can you not sing along with this song? It’s iconic. I love the “ending”, so I filmed that (see link above). It’s 3 minutes long.

Emperor’s New Clothes: This is the one song in all of Panic!’s discography that I have mixed feeling about. Like, there are some songs I just dislike, and some I like, and some I love. But this song? Bruh idk. I sing along from the top of my lungs, because I like the energy, but do I like the song? Well, this time I fucking did cause it was a blast to hear it live and the lights were beautiful.

Then it was time for the encore. Some poor unfortunate souls behind us left. I heard another woman saying: “Don’t ever do that. Oh, this is so stupid.” The band slowly came back to the stage and Brendon lost his shirt.

Say Amen (Saturday Night): HE HIT THE HIGH NOTE HECK YEAH. I LOVE THIS SONG.

I Write Sins Not Tragedies: Ah yes, Sammy’s favourite song, since it’s a banger according to her. Well, she’s right. I am kinda glad that Brendon didn’t ask an audience member to sing with him.

It was time for the last song. Brendon said that he’s not the smartest guy (”I didn’t even go to college”), but that he knows that everyone is important due to, well, biology. He gave one of those inspirational celeb speeches about how everyone is important to him, but also to themselves. We were all born as winners, and that stuff.

Victorious: I knew they were going to end with Victorious and it’s the perfect song to end the show. It rained confetti and it was time for them to go. I didn’t want it to end.

They all waved goodbye and Mike and Dan threw stuff to the audience (probably guitar picks and those things). The girl in the seat behind me dropped her heart before Girls/Girls/Boys and she couldn’t find it. I found it after the show. I wanted to return it, but she was already gone, so I now also have a yellow heart.

And yeah, that was it.

Overall thoughts? Well...

I can’t go into detail about the visuals, but they really added something to the overall experience, so I actually recommend getting a seat that allows you to see the full stage in its glory.

Also, Sammy said: “I can no longer listen to the recorded versions now that he’s added all those amazing high notes” and that’s a big ass mood.

To quote Sammy some more, she said something about the beautiful intermission instrumentals between songs and how she’d even buy an album filled with those. That is also a big ass mood.

To continue this trend of quoting Sammy, I agree with her that watching Brendon dance was so much fun. I like that he’s having fun.

Anyway, it was time to go. Some girls complimented me on my ace flag, which was so fucking cool. Just like with Troye, the train station was flooded and there were still many flags.

Sammy and I got the train back home and we briefly saw the girls from before, so I said hi.

And that was it. What a day.

Recommend?: Please.... I want to do this again... oh god....

[sorin-sunchild]

no offense but when sexuality is so subjective and based on personal experience, i don't really feel like it's fair to say that considering a character a certain sexuality is erasure of another. especially when it's not confirmed in canon. like, absolutely, richie can act as a means of bisexual representation, but there's also shared experiences with other identities and it doesn't give cause for telling others that also relating to his experience is a wrong interpretation?

It comes off as erasure when the interpretation is clear. A gay person can absolutely relate to Richie, but to say that makes Richie gay is to ignore the actual attraction he's canonically shown to have for women and POSSIBLY men which would make him bi OR even pan. Choosing to ignore this canon attraction to women (which again is more actually clear than any attraction to men) means you see your personal want for him to be gay more important than the fact he seems to be bi. If there was no show of attraction from him at all, then yeah, any interpretation is fine and I'm actually really chill for characters who are completely up to interpretation or completely het coded. This is not one of those cases.

The sexuality of a character vastly changes what kind of story they're telling and ignoring Richie's love of women is to slice up and out a huge part of his character whilst adding attraction to men into the equation so that he's bi both makes sense and adds a layer to some of his canon actions, words and feelings.

I do get what you're saying. Many people see Richie as straight because they don't interpret the nuance of his actions and thoughts about his male friends as ss attraction. Therefore, he could be seen as equally het or bi. One character can't always represent everyone though. Sometimes they are more clearly or very clearly a particular thing. But I get it, I do, but seeing him as het or gay FEELS like not wanting to represent bisexuality in your fanon but yes doesn't technically count as erasure since it's not canon for absolute sure that he's bi. It does feel a hell of a lot like it though. Too many times I see people with a 'they're het or gay' mentality without considering any other possible options.

In contrast of y'all told me that say, Mike was het and then somebody else said no he's gay for Bill and then I suggested maybe he's ace and another person said he's bi - we'd all be equally likely to be right because precious little of Mike's sexuality is explored. In fact, Richie and Eddie are the only ones with any rather strangely obvious (to fellow queers) queer coding. In the end, anyone saying he's gay is just going to be somebody I don't associate with -shrug- I can be bitter in a corner and die on this hill in peace, actually.

[coyoteweird]

Hopper’s New Kid

okay so @lgbtchee and I were talking and got an idea for a Mike Wheeler focused series 

Part 1/? of “How Hopper Adopted Mike Wheeler” Series 

Summary: Hopper was spending a night in the cabin alone, when a hysterical Mike Wheeler shows up at his door. After some pushing, Hopper hears the story of how Mike Wheeler came out to his family. 

warnings: homophobia, violence, mentions of depression 

word count: 2857

It was just a normal night, Hopper was watching whatever was on the tv, drinking coffee (even if it was unreasonably late). El was with Max for a “girl’s night”, so it was quiet in the house, with just him. He expected a quiet night of drinking coffee and going over case files before passing out in his bed.

That is until, he heard a knock on the door, but not just any knock. The special knock Mike Wheeler created. Three knocks then five knocks then three again. Hopper got up to answer the door.

“Kid, what the hell are you doing here so late? El isn’t he-“ He cut himself off when he actually saw Mike.

Mike had been crying, had a darkening bruise on his left cheek, his lip was split, and he had a half filled duffle bag clutched in his hands so tightly, his knuckles were white.

“What the hell happened to you? Get in here, kid.” Hopper fully opened the door and pulled Mike in from the chilly porch by the collar of his sweater.

“Don’t you realize what time of year it is? It’s twenty degrees out there, not including wind chill. You’re mom would probably have a fit if you got sick coming to visit my kid.” Hopper locks the door behind Mike and immediately heads into the kitchen.

Mike doesn’t respond, simply sets down the half filled duffle bag in his hands next to the couch and hovers near the dining room table. Clearly unsure what he should do.

“Sit down, kid. I’m making some of this tea to warm you up.”

Mike’s brows furrow in clear confusion. Hopper, the man who would inject caffeine directly into his bloodstream if he could, was making him tea?

“I know. But El swears by this stuff. Joyce gave her some when she had a particularly bad day and now she lives off the stuff. It’ll warm you up.” Hopper says and they go back to silence.

Well, as much silence as they could have with Mike’s wet half sniffles interupting as he tries to hide the fact that he was and probably still is crying.

Hopper didn’t really know what to do. With El, most of the issues they’ve dealt with are hiding from secret government agencies and moving past traumatic flashbacks. But Mike Wheeler was not a telekinetic fifteen year old girl who escaped a government facility at twelve years old, trying to enter regular society. Mike Wheeler is a fifteen year old boy with loud opinions and loud emotions. A boy that Hopper didn’t know very well past the surface.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? Why you’re here this late?” Hopper asked, talking slowly, not wanting to spook Mike and make him more upset than he already was.

At that point Mike broke down again, Letting everything he’d been holding in, spill out.

“I just-I came out to my parents.” He said, leaving hopper confused.

“Came out?” Hopper keeps his voice even and low, trying to hide his confusion.

“I, uh, I told them I was bi. That I like boys and girls.” Mike’s voice is thick with tears and quiet, like he almost didn’t want Hopper to hear him.

Hopper is shocked. Of all the things the Wheeler kid could be crying about, it was this? Interdimensional monsters and government conspiracies he could understand, expect even. But problems with the kid’s sexuality is way out of his realm of knowledge. He couldn’t shoot ignorance with a shotgun.

“They didn't take it well. My mom, she just cried the whole time. Dad freaked out! He was so angry and kicked me out. Saying I'm going to ‘infect’ Holly.” Hopper’s fist tightened.

“I just, I really can’t handle this shit anymore. No one really seems to pay attention unless I’m doing something wrong.”

Hopper immediately feels guilty. He was the go to person for the kids whenever they had a problem after Will first disappeared. But after El closed the gate and all their science fiction bullsit problems were over, he slacked off. They all had their own parents and friends to take care of them. Or at least he thought so. Looking at the broken down boy in front of him, he knows he was wrong.

“Tell me everything, the whole story.” Hopper urges Mike on, and after a moments hesitation, he spiils.

Mike was at the dining room table. His mom was cutting Holly’s chicken while occasionally sipping from her glass of chardonnay. Holly was chatting on about how she made friends with the new girl, from Chicago, in their kindergarten class. Ted was oblivious, eating his chicken while sipping from a tumbler of whiskey.

Mike was silently pushing his food around his plate. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the food, it was actually one of his favorites and his mom was the best cook he’s ever met. The knot in his stomach was to big for him to eat. His throat was too tight to even try to get food down. He didn’t even know if he’d be able to keep it down. He knew that his parents wouldn’t notice. It seemed like they decided that ignoring the problem was the best way to deal with anything to do with Mike. He’d have to be the one to break the distance between himself and his parents.

“Her name is Ashley and she has a bunch of my little ponies and she says that me and Jessie can come ov-” Holly explains, her voice rushed with child-like eagerness.

Mike cuts her off.

“Uh, Mom, Dad, Can we-” Mike starts, his voice quivering, but his mom cuts him off without even looking away from Holly.

“Mike, don’t cut people off, it’s rude. Your sister was speaking.”

Mike scowls at his mother; this was already not going how he wanted it to.

“Mom, this is important.” Mike doesn’t want to whine but his anxiety gets ahead of him.

“Let Holly finish her-”

“Mom!” Mike slams his fist against the table.

The heads of his mom, dad, and baby sister all snap towards him. He has their attention.

“Mike, what is it?” His mother asks, concern flooding her features.

Mike takes a deep breath. This is it, no more waiting and second guessing himself at the last minute. No more of keeping it buried deep down inside him until even he can’t see it. No more.

“I have something to tell you. Something I’ve been trying to say for a while… I just didn’t know how to say it.” Mike can already feel tears welling in his eyes.

“Mike…” His mom’s voice is tight but that doesn’t stop him.

“I think I’ve always known, but it took me a while to realize that I knew. Does that make sense?” Mike is starting to ramble, to rush. He wants to slow down and make his words perfect but he just can’t.

“Mike, ple-” He cuts his mom off.

“I’ve tried to keep it away, to bury it and ignore it. But I can’t ignore it anymore. It’s been eating away at me and I can’t hold it in anymore.” Fat tears start to roll down Mike’s cheeks but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop because if he does he might not be able to ever say it.

“Michael, that is enough. You don’t know-” His mother’s voice is reaching frantic, but he ignores her to keep going.

“You have to know. I can’t be the only one to know anymore. I can’t carry it all on my own anymore!” Mike is yelling, frantically searching the crying face of his mother and the red face of his father for something, anything.

“Son!” His father booms.

“Michael, don’t!” His mom yells, but it’s too late.

“I like boys! I like boys just as much as girls! I can’t stop it, it’s just who I am. I’m bisexual. I’m bisexual. I’m bisexual!” Mike is screaming, his voice is raw from a mix of the yelling and the crying.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his mom lets out a cry that’s a sick mix between a gasp and a sob. His father jumps from his chair, his face blood red. Holly starts to cry, confusion written all over her face.

“You take that back! Take that back, Michael!” His father roars.

For the first time in his life, Mike actually has caused a reaction in his father. His entire life, he wished he could get something more than a grunt out of him. He takes it back now.

“No! No, I can’t take it back! It’s true. I like boys! I like-” Mike is completely frantic, screaming so loud, he wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors hear the fight.

Then his father does something so unexpected, even in the worst nightmare of how Mike thought this would go, he didn’t think it would escalate to this.

His father slaps Mike with all the power he has. Mike’s head snaps from left to right with so much force, Mike thinks he might have whiplash. He is thrown from his chair. His lip catches on the braces he started wearing a year before, carving a large gash into his bottom lip and spilling blood down his chin.

“Ted! Stop it!” His mother yells between sobs.

“No son of mine will be a goddamn faggot! What will everyone think! That I raised some sick sissy boy! He’s gonna infect Holly with his disgusting sinful disease! He’s not my son if he wants to be some fairy!” Ted screams at his wife.

Mike can’t hold back the sobs that wrack his body. His own dad is saying this. This wasn’t some televangelist on the tv or politician in Washington. This was the man who taught him how to ride a bike. Who took him driving the day he got his permit. Who gave him his first sip of beer at their fourth of july barbecue when he was eight. This was his own father. It hurt a million times more than any stranger.

“Dad, please!” Mike pleads, not lifting himself off the ground.

“Get out!” His dad booms.

“Ted, we don’t have to do that! We can fix this!” His mom yells and Mike feels what’s left of his heart break.

“Mom.” Mike practically moans, not knowing what else to say.

“No. Leave, now!” His dad booms, taking another step towards Mike.

This triggers Mike into action. He springs up and out of the kitchen, running up the stairs. He pulls the duffle bag he used the summer he visited his cousin in Maine out from under his bed. He grabs as much clothes as he can grab from his drawers, stuffing them into the bag. He can still hears his parents fighting downstairs, screaming back and forth on how to deal with his “sickness”.

He stuffs anything that he can think to remember into the bag. He didn’t plan for this. He didn’t plan for any of this. He never imagined that his life would ever come to this. This isn’t some interdimensional monster or government agency. This was his own family.

He ran down the stairs, as quickly as he could. He needed to leave as quickly as possible. He couldn’t keep listening to all the fighting, to any of it. He tries to sneak past his parents and leave before they could see him again.

He’s just at the front door when he heres sniffling behind him.

“Mikey?” Holly asks wetly behind him.

Mike whips around to see a tear stained Holly behind him. She looked so scared and lost and sad; it didn’t suit her five year old cherub features. Mike felt so guilty for being the cause of her pain. Of this.

“Hey, Holls, it’s okay.” Mike says, dropping his bag and wrapping Holly in a hug.

“Why are mommy and daddy fighting? Why did daddy hit you?” Holly asks, and Mike wishes he had an answer he could give her.

“It’s complicated, Holls. You won’t get it for a while. I’m so sorry.” Mike says, more tears dripping down his face.

“Are you leaving?” She asks, confused.

“I have to go for a bit, Holls.”

The sob that rips through her is what does Mike in.

“It’s alright, Holls. I’ll be back. It’s okay.” Mike squeezes her tighter.

“Don’t touch her! Get out!” His dad yells from behind him.

Suddenly, without thinking, Mike grips onto Holly tighter, not wanting to let go of her so soon. Not wanting to leave her at all. Holly grips on just as tight.

“Off!” Ted yells, pulling roughly at Mike.

Mike grips onto her tighter, not wanting to her to be taken away so soon. She’s only five years old, he can’t leave her yet. Karen grabs Holly from behind and starts to pull her away as well.

“Mikey! Mikey don’t leave! Please Mikey!”

“Please, don’t make me! Please! Mom! I don’t want to go! Dad! Mom! I’m not ready! I’m not ready!” Mike screams and thrashes in his father’s arms, but Holly is ripped out of his grip.

“Mikey! Mikey!” Holly screams, pulling against her mother. But she isn’t strong enough to break free.

“Get out! Stay away from this family. We won’t have some sick faggot in this house or in this family. Get out!” Ted yelled, throwing Mike against the front door.

With tears streaming down his face, bruises throbbing all over, and his heart aching in his chest, Mike scrambled out the front door. He could still hear Holly yelling after him, now pounding on the front window to try and stop him.

Mike ran down the street and into the woods that surrounded Hawkin. He ran to the only people who made him feel completely safe. He ran to the Hopper’s.

By the time he finished, Mike was crying again, his head buried in his arms on the table. Hopper didn’t know what to do, didnt know how to comfort the boy. He wanted to help him, but he didn’t know exactly how. There would be another teenager in the house. God knows what they would do, but he couldn’t just leave Mike on the streets.

“Hey, kid, calm down” he said awkwardly, patting his back.

“There is nothing wrong with you, you hear? They’re wrong, not you. You didn’t do anything wrong, Mike.” Hopper said, that only seemed to make Mike cry harder, but with relief this time.

“You can stay here as long as you need.” Hopper added.

Mike lifted his head and turned to Hopper. He looked like he has the past three years. He had dark bags under his eyes. He looked tired and just, done with everything. Hopper had the sickening feeling that his depressed mood was more than just a mood.

“Y-You’ll really let me stay here?” Mike said quietly, his voice strained from crying the past few hours.

Hopper nodded.

“Yeah, kid, we’ll figure it out. Is that all that’s been happening? Because frankly, you’ve been acting this way for awhile.” Hopper tried to push Mike without pushing him too hard.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” Mike said, shrugging, his eyes shifting with unease.

“Oh bullshit, Wheeler, what’s been happening?”

“I may not ask all the time, but something’s been going on with you.” Hopper finishes.

“It’s just… anytime anything was wrong or something, they just, ignored it! They don’t bother to care when I get sick after I eat. They don’t bother to care about anything when it comes to me! Nothing matters to them when it come to me, so i just, I guess I stopped caring too. Destroy yourself so no one else can...” Mike mumbled at the end, drinking on the tea the Hopper gave him.

“Jesus, Mike...” hopper mumbled.

He could tell Mike was holding something back, but he wasn't going to push him. The way he was nervously tugging on his sleeves, keeping them down past his hands; he figured he shouldn’t question it. It was explanation enough.

“Does Nancy know?” Hopper asked.

Mike nodded.

“She doesn’t know what just happened, but she knows that I’m bisexual, and about other things...”

“You should call her, talk to her. She’ll be pissed if she has to find out from someone else. If there’s one thing I learned, you don’t want to deal with an angry Wheeler.” Hopper says, a small smile on his face when Mike lets out a wet laugh.

“Yeah, I think I should.” Mike says, and gets up out if his seat and uses the emergency phone that sat next to the Ham radio in the living room.

Hopper sits and watches Mike from his seat. He knows that this isn’t the end of both this conversation or Mike’s problems. He knows that suddenly raising another teenager, this time a boy, will be incredibly difficult. He knows that this is just the beginning. But he’ll be damned if he won’t do anything to try and help and protect this kid.

Hopper didn’t realize that by adopting one telekinetic teenage daughter means adopting her friends too. Hopper thinks he doesn’t really mind.

This is the first part of a series focusing on my son, Mike Wheeler, that I’m writing with @lgbtchee and we’re really excited to share it with you. They’ll be posted on both accounts interchangably. If you want to be tagged in it, just message one of us! 

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it! 

[theencoremusic]

TOP 10 ALBUMS OF THE YEAR

1: LANY - LANY  The trio make love songs for the millennial generation. Bottling up teenage emotions and expressing it in effervescent electronica and wistful melodies, their self-titled debut is 16 tracks of minimalistic and clean compositions overridden with Paul Klein’s lovestruck lyrics.

2: Lorde - Melodrama Self-care has allowed Lorde to make something extraordinary and authentic, something that takes you by the hand and assures you that you can survive and thrive in the same sea of emotion.

3: Khalid - American Teen At 19, Khalid is one of the the most original voices in both R&B and pop, creating a late-night music full of warmth and flickering light. This album doesn’t feel like a debut, it’s so well-done sung, produced and written by himself.

4: blackbear - digital druglord It takes blackbear more than three minutes of runtime before he includes a beat on his new album digital druglord. Once he does, he doesn't stop, delivering 10 extremely well-produced songs on his third full-length solo album. The rapper has also dropped another album this year cybersex and mansionz, collaboration between himself and Mike Posner. 

5: Logic - Everybody The production, lyrics, and story are top notch, and while much of the focus is on Logic being bi-racial, a lot of it is also universal, wishing to help people and end hate. And his talks about race are fascinating and ring true to me. He has a lot to say here, and while I completely understand the divide that this album brings, I personally believed that this album is a fantastic work of art in every possibly way

6: Jaymes Young - Feel Something  The singer has an amazing ability to take his alternative roots and blend it with a hint of R&B and soul to create a distinct sound that is fluid and entertaining. He emphasizes texture as much as composition. 

7: Harry Styles - Harry Styles Pays a tribute to classic rock’n’roll showing off his exceptional voice and finding it following his heart while looking to vintage musical heroes. 

8: John Mayer - The Search for Everything The album is well-arranged, precise, and sometimes goes to a really interesting place. It's a very chill, relaxed vibe. This album has sparked in me again a desire for good songwriting. Lyrically, the album is pensive and sincere. I want to listen to these songs over, because they are real. They are simple but personal. They express thoughts most people don't say aloud. 

9: Sam Smith - The Thrill of It All Dramatic, real and vulnerable, it grows bigger the more times you listen. He soars tales of a broken heart, but in the healing process. Burning demons, expressing religious fears and personal acceptances, The Thrill of It All is undeniably a sophomore album to talk about. 

10: Ed Sheeran - Divide  Excellent album with great songs and a good repertoire. The versatility of the singer and the good melodies. A conceptual album and that the charts reflect how good it is. I don’t think this album is as great as his previous one, but this  album is done for the fans, not the critics, and seeing in the point the view of a fan, the album is very successful