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queenie-ofthe-void · 5 days ago

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A Very Hopper Holidays

Hopper POV || wc: 3.7k || tags: smoking, recreational drugs, grouchy old men dealing with their feelings, smart-ass Eddie Munson, meet-cute Steddie, Steve and Max siblings, El thinks Steve is cute (so does Eddie), emotionally available Wayne Munson gives the best advice, holiday fluff, found family

This is a companion piece to my fic The Babysitter Chronicles, but can be read separately!

Brief background: Wayne patched Steve up after his fight with Billy in s2

Hopper’s freezing his goddamn balls off out here, waiting on the front stoop in the dark, banging his fist on the door. There’s no answer, but the lights are all on and it’s dinnertime on Christmas Eve. So someone’s fucking home, and the sooner they answer the sooner he can leave.

“Dammit, Wayne. Open the door so I can give you a damn present, or next time I pick up your nephew maybe I throw him in jail for the night instead of bringing him home.”

Sure enough, the door flies open, but it’s not Wayne on the other side. The kid’s standing there, layered in enough flannel shirts and sweatpants to dress all of El’s shithead friends with some left over. Hopper watches as he drags the sleeve of an oversized black flannel across his red and dripping nose, shifting uncomfortably and eyes darting side to side.

“Munson,” Hopper crosses his arms, “where the hell’s your uncle?”

Even bundled up like a little kid, he still tries to make himself bigger, taller, meaner, like he always does when Hopper picks him up. “Not here.” The tone is flat, devoid of Munson’s usual snark as a particularly intense gust of wind slams the screen door open against the side of the trailer.

“It’s Christmas eve, what do you mean he’s not here?”

“He’s working.”

Hopper scoffs. “You’re telling me your uncle works Christmas eve?”

Munson scoffs back at him, a dramatic mockery of Hopper’s own tone. “We’re Jewish, asshole.”

Well, shit.

He doesn’t have time for the kid’s hardass act. All he wanted to do was drop off a simple thank you and also merry christmas but now probably happy hanukkah gift and be on his way to his own family. He can only hope El spares him a bit of holiday mercy for making her wait.

“Kid, can I just come in?” He takes another step up, only for Munson to block his path.

His eyes grate across Hopper’s jacket, noting the star on the chest. “No cops in the trailer.”

A low grumble forces its way up Hopper’s throat which breaks into a frustrated groan when another gust of wind scrapes the exposed skin on his cheeks. He stamps his feet on the stairs hoping it’ll keep the blood flow going to his toes as they start to tingle. Munson’s wrapped his hands up inside the sleeves of what’s most likely one of Wayne’s old jackets.

“Look,” Eddie starts, sniffling another drip back inside his nose, “if you could just–”

But Hopper cuts him off with a deranged laugh, head thrown back in dismay at this entire situation. “No, you look here. You’re going to listen to exactly what I have to say.”

Eddie’s taken a step back, and yeah, Hopper supposes he’s never seen the Chief of Police actually freak out before. But it’s been a long day of wellness checks and stove fires, and Eddie’s the only thing standing between him and a night of kid’s Christmas movies and spiked eggnog.

So he pushes forward, spurred on by the kid’s once-in-a-lifetime stunned silence. “Now it’s clear that Wayne’s working nights, probably earning holiday hours to pay for the radiator which is pretty obviously busted, given the ten to twenty shirts you’re wearing. Meaning you’re alone, in a tin box with a tiny space heater that’s so old it’s a fire hazard shoved into the corner of your room.” The Chief walks up the stairs, standing on the step just before the door so he’s towering over Eddie, who shrinks in on himself just a bit.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Munson.” Hopper ticks off each gloved finger as his list of demands grows, Eddie’s growing wider in time. “You’re going to let me inside so I can piss and blow my nose, since I’ve been standing out here for too fucking long. You’re going to pack a bag, you’re going to call your uncle, and you’re going to tell him you’re staying with me for the night.”

Eddie stammers, mouth flapping around words he can’t find fast enough. It doesn’t matter, because Hopper’s on a roll now.

“Then,” he steamrolls Eddie again, pushing his way into the trailer, closing the door as Eddie stumbles backwards down onto the couch, “you’re going to eat my food, you’re going to watch our movies, you’re going to smile when we smile and laugh when we laugh because even if you’re Jewish you can still have a damn good fucking Christmas eve!”

He’s sick and tired of stupid teenage boys trying to be something they aren’t, like they’re manly or tough or strong for barely surviving on their own, practically raising themselves. And the best way Hopper can drill that into their thick skulls is to get them to shut the fuck up and feed them.

The silence lingers on the frost coating the inside of the windows and the crust of dried snot on Eddie’s sleeve. The kid’s avoiding eye contact, like Hopper will just leave if he’s ignored. But if Hopper can outlast guards in the POW camp, and a little girl who hates green beans, then he can sure as hell outlast Eddie goddamn Munson. So Hopper waits. And waits.

It pays off, like he knew it would. The kid gets up, storms towards one end of the trailer. Hopper slowly follows down the narrow hallway and sees Eddie viciously shoving rumpled clothes into a backpack, mumbling about pigs and asshole cops.

After all’s said and done, they’re pulling up to the cabin about twenty minutes later. The front door opens with a bang in greeting, causing Eddie to jump out of his skin. But when they step through the now open door into the warmth of the living room, there’s no one there to greet them.

Ah, so she’s a little upset.

El’s door is closed, like it’s not supposed to be. Light shines out from underneath, and he can hear soft voices inside. The whispers are abruptly hushed when he knocks on her door. “El, honey, I need you to open the door. Six inches, remember?” Hopper tries turning the handle but it doesn’t budge. Honestly he can’t help but wonder why he bothered to install a door with no lock when she’s got superpowers– that’s on him, he supposes.

He turns around to find Munson standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room. “Take your jacket off, put your shit down, and stay a while, will ya?” Hopper laughs at Eddie’s incredulous expression, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pursed tight.

“Ok,” Eddie drags the sound out in question as he sets his pack next to the couch, “who opened the fucking door?”

“Hey, language!" Hopper calls, Max’s voice echoing his own.

Eddie startles, head whipping between Hopper’s no-doubt exasperated expression and El’s still-closed bedroom door. He drags his hands down his face and sighs as her mimicry sends the girls into a fit of giggles. He hasn’t decided yet if Max is a good influence on El, even if Hopper knows it’s not himself she’s mocking.

He hears the creak of the bathroom door opening as Steve walks back into the living room. Hopper can’t help but turn to watch the show, the two boys coming face to face.

Munson’s oversized black and red flannel covers the ripped sleeves of whatever tattered, black band t-shirt he’s wearing. Which would be on par with what he normally looks like, except it’s contrasted against bright blue, wool pajama pants with little white snowflakes on them. When Hopper first spotted them at the trailer, a teasing smirk on his face, Munson only rolled his eyes and argued they were the warmest clean pair he had.

Harrington, on the other hand, has lived his entire life in locker rooms and an empty house. Which means that he once again forgot to bring a shirt to change into after his shower. It's not normally a problem-- except when El catches him, a blush lighting up her face like a goddamn Christmas tree, accompanied by incessant giggles that make Hopper want to drown himself.

What is a problem is Munson’s shameless gawking, mouth wide enough to catch a whole swarm of flies. His blush puts El's to shame, red blotches burst across his neck like hives. Hopper can practically see the steam rolling out of the guy’s ears, hearts popping out of his eyes as he just stares and stares his fill, completely unaware that Hopper’s still standing less than five feet from him.

Thankfully, so far Steve is none the wiser. He’s got a cotton swab in his ear, head tipped down as he double-knots his Tigersharks swim team sweatpants. Hopper notices they hang baggy and loose around his hips. Another shitty reminder of how much weight the kid’s lost since getting kicked off the team because of his ‘incident’ with Hargrove. He wonders about the last time the kid ate a decent meal, and pushes down the rising anger at the most realistic answer, which is not recent enough for his liking. Hopper has the same gnawing concern when he looks back at Munson, dark circles under his eyes, skinny as a bean-pole.

He’s got to stop taking in strays.

“Harrington, we’ve talked about this.” Hop tries to keep the frustration out of his voice, but if he has to watch El swoon over the kid’s wet hair and bare chest again he’s gonna blow a gasket. “Put a damn shirt on.”

“Oh, yeah sorry, Hop.” Which is the exact moment Steve decides to turn his head. They both catch Munson giving Steve a once over, who then chokes on his own spit when he notices Steve looking back at him. Hopper knows Harrington’s trying to turn over a new leaf, but he also knows the kind of people Richard and Helen Harrington are. So he’s a little surprised when, instead of having to stop a potential hate crime, he notices a similar blush bloom across Steve’s chest– or maybe it’s the heat from the shower.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Muson’s screech is so high it could set dogs howling. Steve flinches at the outburst, and Hopper hopes this little interaction doesn’t trigger another migraine for the kid. He was barely pushing through when Hop picked him up yesterday, but seems to be feeling better today.

“Munson, I need you to tone it down,” Hopper argues. It goes unnoticed.

Steve’s sputtering. He runs a nervous hand through his hair and of-fucking-course Munson gasps, swoons just like El. Harrington’s free hand fumbles for a shirt hem that isn’t there. He realizes he’s half naked and turns into a deer in headlights, hands frantically moving over his chest like he doesn’t know how to hide himself. Unfortunately the unintentional groping sends Munson into a coughing fit.

“Me? What the hell are you doing here, Munson?”

Munson scoffs, crossing his arms as he backs himself into the wall behind him. “The high and mighty Chief of Police here basically kidnapped me. Forced me to pack a bag and tossed me into his truck.” Ah, there’s the Munson he expected. Except if it wasn’t for how many times Hopper’s hauled the kid in, he might not have noticed the nervous energy in Eddie’s twitchy fingers and shifty eyes. “He failed to mention–” he waves around at everything until Munson’s wild gesturing lands on a half-naked, sweats hung low, hair slicked back, barefoot Steve Harrington.

The squeal of El’s door opening behind him propels Hopper full-speed into the living room towards Steve’s duffle. He pulls out the first shirt he manages to find. It hits Steve in the face, and they both breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls it on.

“Aww,” El complains, before her eyes grow ten sizes too big when she catches Hopper glaring back at her.

“Who the hell is this guy?” Max asks. She makes her way toward the kitchen, dragging El with her to help pull out dishes and cups.

“Apparently another kidnapping victim.” Steve huffs, annoyed, before making his way over to the girls. “Munson, get over here and help me set the food out.”

Steve doesn’t even look up from where he’s pulling a large cast iron out of the oven, so he misses the absolutely priceless distress scrawled into Eddie’s bulging eyes and flapping hands. Looking back and forth between Harrington and Hopper, Eddie points to himself in confusion as if Steve hadn’t asked him by name. Hopper can only chuckle at the kid’s antics. He rolls his eyes and tilts his head toward the kitchen so Munson finally gets the jist, moving across the cabin in double-time.

It’s a more intense Christmas dinner than Hopper was hoping for, but after introductions and a full stomach, everyone’s relaxed a bit. El and Max curl up on the couch next to him, snuggled under the same blanket surrounded by bowls of popcorn and half eaten bags of candy. The boys, finally over whatever awkward tension laced between them earlier, are sitting rather comfortably next to each other, poking fun at the cliche holiday movies that Hopper secretly enjoys.

Well after the girls are tucked in and the boys have set up a mess of sleeping bags and blankets on the living room floor, Hopper moves quiet as a mouse across the trailer to Eddie’s duffle. After a quick search, he pulls a joint from a hidden zipper pocket hand-sewn inside the lining.

Kid must think he’s so smart, like he’s the first guy to ever sell drugs.

Hopper deserves a little treat after all the shit he’s been through this year. It’s been ages since he’s smoked, and with the boys here to help watch over the kids, he thinks he can allow himself time to relax for just a little bit. He’s earned it. Plus, it’s not his fault the damned kid decided to try to sneak his stash here. Hop’s not an idiot, even though the boys clearly thought so when they went out for some ‘fresh air’ earlier and came back looking a little less fresh than when they left.

So he brushes the snow off of his favorite lawn chair, wraps himself up in a tattered old blanket, and lights up in the cold, winter air.

Hop loved smoking in high school, so he takes a long inhale, reveling in the burn heating his chest. Unfortunately, Hopper hasn’t been a teenager in a long, long time. His coughing fit is loud enough to wake his non-existent neighbors. But when he can finally breathe fresh air again, there’s no noise to be heard from inside.

He goes slower this time, tugging on little puffs as he watches the snow fall between the pine trees. It’s quiet, a good quiet, filled with the rustling of rabbits in the brush and bugs singing in the night. Even the joint is absolute shit, like most of Munson’s wares. It’s still enough for him to relax, to appreciate what unfortunate circumstances have gifted him, and keep him from dwelling on what he’s lost.

Less than an hour’s passed when a pair of headlights shine down the drive. Wayne steps out of his beat-up truck, in only slightly better condition than Eddie’s van, and makes his way over. Without a word, Hopper gets up and grabs another folding chair propped against the end-railing and sets it next to his own.

The joint’s gone by now, but Hopper pulls out a pack of smokes and offers one to Wayne, who silently takes it with just a slight nod of his head in thanks. Out of the corner of his eye, Hopper notices Wayne’s worn-down work boots have a gash at the front, exposing the hard steel underneath the suede. He’s wearing a large, thick flannel that looks exactly like the one Eddie was wearing when Hopper found him, and it’s just as oversized on the old man.

There’s almost nothing similar between Wayne and his nephew. Wayne’s always been a quiet one. A guy who’d make his way to the back of a crowded room, who kept his head down when he knew what was good for him. And Eddie is– is really just something else. Loud, obnoxious, brash, a kid with a well-crafted personality faker than government coverup. Almost one of a kind, if Hopper didn’t happen to know another boy just like him.

Wayne clears his throat, stubs out the bud with his boot in a little pile of snow. “Got a note from my foreman saying you kidnapped my boy.” His tone is gruff, but Hopper catches the small uptick to the man’s chapped lips.

He doesn’t say anything when Hopper heads inside. It takes him a minute to find the wrapped bottle and two glasses. While he meanders around, he checks that the boys are still both snoring away and the girls are sound asleep amidst a pile of stuffed animals.

When he closes the front door behind him, Jim hands the bottle to Wayne and sets the two glasses into the snow between them. Wayne hums in thought, turning the bottle over in his hand. “Macallen single?”

Jim actually croaks, chest light and filled with laughter when he clocks the mirth in Wayne’s teasing eyes. Maybe him and Eddie aren’t so different after all, both having a shithead sense of humor.

“Just Johnny.” Jim wipes a hand down his face like that’ll hide the sincerity in his smile. “You helped patch up my kid, Wayne. You didn’t save the goddamn world.”

The light in Wayne’s eyes dims only slightly. Instead of unwrapping the bottle, he unscrews the lid off the top, ripping the paper off with it, and pours them both half a glass. They silently cheers, even though the air between them has shifted slightly.

“Thought that boy was a Harrington, not a Hopper.” It should sting, but it doesn’t, because Wayne’s not that type of man. It’s a genuine question, one that Jim’s not sure how to answer. So he keeps silent, hoping Wayne will cave and move on like his kid does when things stay too quiet. But Wayne sits, and sits, and his own gut finally starts to roil. Ah, so that's what it feels like.

“Apparently I’m good at picking up strays.” Jim’s attempt at a joke falls flat between them. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Although, I think I got to Harrington a little too late.”

Wayne takes a decent sip from his glass, smacking his lips together. He peers out into the dark, just beyond the porch railing. But Jim can tell he’s not looking at the woods in front of them or the starry sky overhead. Wayne’s looking at something that’s long behind him.

“Ya know, Harrington didn’t look much different than my boy did when he showed up lookin’ like a dropped sack of peaches. Just a little thing he was; no hair, clothes that didn’t fit. Hell, I’d almost been able to see his ribs if it weren't for the bruises.” Wayne’s looking down at his feet now, scuffing the snow off the bottom of his boots. He downs his glass in one go before pouring himself another.

“I beat myself up for too long for not doing something sooner. My own nephew, my own brother, livin’ only two towns over, and I had no idea it was that bad. Told m’self over and over that I should’ve known, should’ve helped sooner.” Wayne heaves a heavy sigh before looking up at Jim again. There’s guilt in the crinkles around his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with resolve. “You might not’ve always been there for the Harrington kid, but that don’t mean he don’t need you now. Maybe more than ever, by the look of him. And if he’s got you watchin’ out for him, maybe he’ll turn out more Hopper than Harrington afterall.”

Jim can’t take the intense eye contact anymore and firmly looks away, finishing his glass and extending it out to Wayne for a refill. It’s quiet, Wayne’s patience sitting on his shoulders like the world’s most uncomfortable blanket. But even blankets that are scratchy as hell can still be warm.

After a while, the silence releases enough tension that he can sit back again, and the two men slowly sip their whiskey and watch dawn break through the trees. Wayne grabs the bottle as he moves to stand and pats Jim’s shoulder a little too hard. The man’s stronger than he looks.

“Why don’t you bring Eddie back yourself a little bit later, give me a chance to fix that radiator. Plus, being around Harrington might be good for him,” he chuckles to himself, hopping into his truck. “Maybe show the boy not every kid who don’t wear all black ain’t a damn conformist suburban yuppie.” Jim laughs, Wayne’s mockery a spot on impression.

All’s still quiet in the cabin, each kid right where he left them. He’s not sure if it’s the joint, the two whiskeys, Wayne’s advice, or just a combination of everything, but there’s a heat behind his eyes he hasn’t had to deal with in a long time. He’s not typically a crier– happy or sad. The only time he’s cried since Sarah was in the elevator shaft, El collapsed in his arms just after closing the gate. And even then, it was only a few stray tears.

Now he’s unspooling wads of toilet paper to blow his damn nose in, crying like a kid who got coal in their stocking. Except this isn’t like when he thought he’d lost El, or when he’d held Sarah’s hand when she took her last breath. Jim Hopper’s happier than he’s been in a long, long time. And after the shit awful year he’s had– that they’ve all had– he lets himself revel in the joy of having a family again.

Gorgeous graphics provided by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

And as always, thank you to @carolperkinsexgirlfriend for telling me "I think your calling might be writing well-meaning, grumpy old men" and also, "you just understand the spirit of The Old Man", but mostly just thank you for being an amazing beta reader <3

#I loved writing this!!!!! So much fun to channel Grouchy Old Man energy #This is full of excessive holiday fluff #Couldn't wait until the 24th to post this I got WAY to excited to share it #please believe me when I say this can be read separate from the fic itself. don't let that deprive you of Hopper having Feelings #jim hopper #hopper pov #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #max mayfield #el hopper #steddie #holiday fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things s2

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gayofthefae · 4 months ago

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Shoutout to the writing of and inclusion of the line "Yeah, for Mom's work" that just so clearly makes sure to clarify: this is not characters who don't like each other. This is siblings fighting.

Will sees Joyce as El's mom and El as his sister and that is not revokable when he's mad, it is a universal truth to him now. He's upset with her but he is upset with his sister and they wanted to make sure you knew that that's what this is to him. This isn't season 3, he isn't tense with his crush's girlfriend. He's just having a squabble with his sister, which she is first now.

#stranger things #willel #byler #textual analysis #that line actually means so much to me #willel siblings #it's so simple but important #he's mad but why would that affect the accuracy of his language usage #they could have told a different story or had her have not been before at all and be completely lying #but they slipped in “mom” so neatly #i think that was the first one too #the first of the 'i'm her brother' 'her mom's out of town' 'we're her brothers' 'i have three kids at home'

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sistertotheknowitall · 11 months ago

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Tim is crying.

Now Jason hears Tim crying and how he sounds just heartbroken. And this upsets Jason, and Jason is mad. He doesn’t know why he’s mad but it’s the same feeling of anger he gets when any of his siblings are badly injured. Like he’s not just pissed at them for being stupid and getting hurt, but like he’s pissed at the thing that hurt them. So he can’t say why he cares just that he does.

So Jason takes it upon himself to get back at the ducker who hurt his brother replacement.

Now I know this can sound like hurt/comfort and trying big brother Jason with a side of angst for Tim.

But that’s not where my mind first went to.

Hear me out!

Now Tim is crying for a silly reason, okay? (He’s been up too late and saw a puppy rescue video that had him sobbing and then he thinks to himself ‘okay wow, big emotions, time to sleep.’)

Jason hears Tim and he may not know what’s going on but he’s connecting the dots. He’s connecting the wrong dots. But he’s connecting the dots all the same. He has come to the conclusion that Kon-El/Connor, Tim’s boyfriend, has upset Tim and/or broke up with him. Now mind you he has not talked to Tim.

So Jason calls Dick because Bruce changed the password to the vault with the kryptonite and Dick has a weird ability to correctly guess Bruce’s passwords. (When asked Dick said he knew based on Bruce’s mood that week. As if that answered the question.)

Now Dick is confused, “Why do you need kryptonite? Oh god, you’re not going to try and fight Clark are you? Please don’t. He gets so sad.”

And Jason doesn’t really explain the reason just what he thinks he knows, which is 1)Kon and Tim got into a fight and maybe broke up and 2) Tim is sobbing in his room and “now I have to kill Kon.”

“Kon and Tim? Jason. They weren’t dating.”

“Oh poor little Goldie. Always so oblivious.”

“….. were they actually dating?”

“Yeah? Why else would they be glued at the hip? And the flirting? They’re always flirting! If they’re not together I’m eating my left foot.”

“Why the left one?”

“I like the right one better.”

“Wow…. I can’t believe it. They were together this whole time and he didn’t tell me. Am I not a good brother? Why couldn’t he tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter! Are you gonna help me kill Superboy or not?”

“……… yeah, sure. The code is 10 1 18 18 15.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, he is the favorite.”

Cue Jason hunting down Superboy and Superboy being really confused. Dick has informed the others of Tim’s break up and they cheer Jason on but do not get involved. Eventually Superman and Batman do get involved once they realize what’s happening. Jason has to explain and Tim is embarrassed. Kon is amused but also why does Jason kill first ask questions later?

#were Tim and Kon dating?#you decide #batman #batfamily #batboys #batman fandom #batman wayne family adventures #dick grayson #jason todd #kon el #tim drake #Jason being a big brother #a protective one #superboy #fanfic #batkids #dcu

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lorax-devito · 2 months ago

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Ahhh melvins fist kiss,such a lovely,romantic moment with such tenderness and definitely not el thinking and getting really happy over the fact that they might become siblings

okay I will admit malnourished fallopian tube can have some cute moments but this kiss just rubbed me the wrong way…it just seems very…forced and yeah,I get that ‘actions speak louder than words’ and all that but it’s just with the context it all just seems a bit…icky…

I’m not saying like forced himself into el but he kinda did,not in a technically bad way bc el never said no and all the complex stuff I’m not going to get into but by forced I mean that Mike got influenced or forced by Lucas and well el,she was fresh outta the lab she had no clue what was happening and as much as a want to regain my self from bringing up the whole ‘you’d be my brother’ incident (bc I bring it up a lot when comparing byler or using Melvin as an example for smth )I’m going too bc omg 😭the girl was not only okay with them just being bffs but she was exited over the idea of them being related and yeah,in els eyes that’s probably just friends considering the whole oh yeah,she was raised in a lab and called (I forgot her name) the other girl in leather her sister and papa told the other kids that they were all siblings and all that messed up stuff so ig she just sees siblings as friends or (the whole thing in s4 with her getting bullied in the lab and battered by the other kids In the lab) potential bullies.idk that’s just how I veiwed it but anyways here’s the byler stuff-

I’m leaning more onto the ‘passionate,sudden,I’ve gotta have you righty here right now’ kinda kiss with byler (if that’s the right way to explain it lol) but I also think a slow, gentle kiss with byler would be such a good contrast to mouldy eggs rushed kiss.the best way I can describe it is like the kiss in the fan fic ‘wills fluffy hair’ (I’ll link it at the bottom).

(I’m pretty sure that’s the right fic but they all kind of merge into one so if I got it wrong and realise I’ll change it later 💀)

if you can’t be bothered to read it basically Mike asks if will is okay,will cry’s bc he thinks Mike is lying/teasing him,it’s angst and I love it

basically the kids would be slow and Mike and will just taking their time,no interruptions,they keep asking each other is every inch or so that they move closer is okay and if anyone thinks ‘ewww that’s not hot or anything’ CONSENT IS MF HOT OK IM ALL FOR THE BIG ROMANTIC KISS WHERE THEY GO ALL IN AND ITS MESSY AND STUFF BUT IT CAN STILL BE ROMANTIC WITH CONSENT-okay,mini rant over,anyway they are both so terrified bc (Im pretty sure I’m quoting a fic rn😭god help me) is this allowed? Are they allowed to do this? It feels so wrong yet so right.

they have one small kiss,they’re lips barely touching or they are rlly close,noses brushing up against one another,neither one of them daring to be the one to break the small wall between their lips and omg I think I’ve done it again,good god I’ve quoted a fic,again😭

basically they are both so nervous and scared and then suddenly for one small moment everything goes away,they’re kissing and oh god it feels like heaven and then they both start crying and the just keep being big romantic,cheesy dorks and it’s emotional and all of the miscommunication gets cleared up and yeah,I just think that’s a nice way the byler kiss could go,I’m still a huge rain fight kiss fan (tbh I like most scenarios where they kiss and fall in live and are happy forever😭) but this is also nice,it itches a different kind a scratch,plus I just know that Noah would be able to pull his best acting skills out for that scene and melt our hearts which he’ll do anyway but we all know how this he is at crying scenes (I mean he’s had a lot of practice,I’m looking at you suffer bros🥲)

I think it’s is the right fic but as I said if I notice that I got it wrong then I’ll change it later,it’s still an amazing fic tho,so much angst😭😭

#I hope I explained this right😭😭😭#byler kiss #byler #stranger things #michael wheeler i know what you are #byler endgame #will byers #mike wheeler is gay #mike wheeler #byler is canon #miwi #yapping about byler #im tired #byler rain fight

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hashimasims · 2 months ago

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On the last day of Summer Elucea sets up a get together with Oliana, Paka'a, and Tera. With her new number and email she's been keeping in touch with them regularly but has been so busy with her little farm that she hasn't actually seen them. Tera has suggested that none of them be invited over to the house in case they were followed if she really didn't want Kana or Absalom to find her. But with the location she chose she doesn't know if that was strictly true anymore.

Oliana: Wow El you are PREGNANT pregnant! I feel like it's been forever since we last saw you. Are you sure you're only in your second trimester? You look like you should already be in the Labor stage.

Elucea: *laughs* I'm at the end of it and should switch to the third trimester any day now so maybe I already have a third trimester belly. I am having twins after all so it could just be that

Paka'a: Are you sure this cafe in Evergreen Harbor was the best option if you're still hiding from Tae and Kana? Oh El! You should see him though! Taehyung I mean. He's all tatted up now! Like I knew you found him attractive but DAMN!* If you don't get back with him I might take a shot at it. I see the two of them working out at Movers and Shakers together all the time and I'm there like three times a week!

Tera: What better place to meet then right under their noses? They'd never look here.

Elucea: - to Paka'a - Together? And since when do you go to the gym?

Oliana: They comes with me and Leila. They take the Yoga classes together while I workout. And yeah they're always together. After you sold your house in Sulani, which they were living in when you were kidnapped, the two of them moved back into Kan's apartment here.

Elucea: So they're getting along? Maybe friends?

Tera: I wouldn't say they've necessarily become friends but they've been friendly in public. At least until they get into the boxing ring and spar with each other. Then you'd think we were watching some sort of Gladiator match or UFC fight.

Elucea: The Watcher downloaded a Boxing Mod? And how would you know? You never leave the house! It was like pulling teeth to get you out today.

Tera: I have audio processors and your sisters like to talk. And of course it was because with me gone your siblings have to care for their offspring themselves. And they're none too happy for this upgrade you purchased, same as you their children are calling me Mom and not them.

Elucea's eyes flash to the Dragon as she looks at Tera before she can get it back under control, hoping no one saw. No one here cared that she was Occult, with Paka'a being Mer same as her, but would they end their friendship over the Dragon?

Elucea: Like I give a Woohock I've pissed them off. For all intents and purposes you ARE their mother.

Paka'a: Anyway . . . No Mod but maybe The Watcher thought about it or they planned on screenshots or something because there's definitely a "ring" built there but either way every time we go they're in there sparring so *shrugs*

Elucea finishes her coffee date with her friends not really paying too much attention to the conversation. She's thinking about her men. Are things better? Tera says no and she would know better than anyone because when they talk over the phone she tells Elucea how they keep coming around looking for her so she interacts with them more than anyone else. So why do Paka'a and Oliana's words seem to ring with more truth than Tera's?

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*Watcher's notes: Upon writing this ↓ this was the only thing going on in my head 🤣🤣

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pessimisticpigeonsworld · 8 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/blissfulphilospher/748378340909531136/so-i-dont-know-why-i-am-posting-this-but-i-had?source=share

It's funny when these people pretend to like book! Rhaenyra, and when they explain why they like her, they basically describe her in the same way that people who hate her do.

También es irónico cómo estas personas se llaman a sí mismas "equipo de mujeres malvadas" y luego lloran y vilipendian a Rhaenyra porque no quería estar en una fiesta de cumpleaños donde le iban a faltar el respeto, y luego dicen que estaba siendo mala con un niño, del que ni siquiera ha hecho una broma inofensiva. ¿Se supone que debo creer que te gustan personajes como Cersei cuando ni siquiera soportas a un adolescente con razones justificables para estar enojado?

Yeah I've got manyyyy issues with people like op. Like you said, the way they describe Rhaenyra is...telling. As is how they describe Alicent.

First of all: op claims that Alicent tried to "mend the relationship" between Rhaenyra and Aegon. That's just false. Alicent proposed Viserys marry Aegon to Rhaenyra, in an attempt to get Aegon closer to the throne. Which is partially why Viserys refused to approve the match.

Op is engaging in a lot of speculation, like the claim that "Daemon manipulated Rhaenyra" into hating her siblings. There's literally no evidence that Rhaenyra hates her siblings prior to Luke's murder. Is she close to them? Not her brothers, no, but she did have some kind of relationship with Helaena, as is implied by her calling her "my sweet sister, Helaena."

I'm not going to go into how op sees Daemon, but I will say, how they view him and Rhaenyra is basically just how Hess does. Rhaenyra isn't allowed to form her own opinions on her family, negative or otherwise, and Daemon is an evil monster.

I will agree with op that Rhaenyra isn't a good person, however, that's the only time. The things op accuses Rhaenyra of are...really not true other than the fact that she fed Vaemond to Syrax.

They accuse her of "offering her brothers for Laenor...she hosted a lavish feast in a starving city, she was a woman and let the men do the fighting."

Let's unpack that. The quote op is referring to concerning Laenor is:

"My half-brothers would be more to his taste," [Rhaenyra] told the king.

Fire & Blood: Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession

This is taken out of context in the worst possible way by op. Rhaenyra is arguing with her father about marrying Laenor, trying to convince him not to force her to marry him. She's referencing the fact that Laenor is gay, she's in no way "offering" her brothers to him. This is an intentional choice to interpret Rhaenyra's choices as they're written in the worst possible light.

Op continues this with a very tired argument many Rhaenyra antis use: that Rhaenyra feasted in KL. The only evidence of this happening is from Septon Eustace. A man who wasn't even in KL, was noted by the writers of F&B to be unreliable due to his hatred of Rhaenyra, and who literally crowned Aegon. So, using critical thinking, we can infere that the idea that Rhaenyra feasted in KL is extremely unlikely.

As for the fighting, yes Rhaenyra didn't fight. That was due to the fact that she had no training and was recovering from a traumatic miscarriage. Normally I wouldn't point this out as an issue, but op groups it in with Rhaenyra's "flaws". Somehow, Rhaenyra not fighting in battles is a mark against her as a person. Again, intentionally a bad faith interpretation.

No, I agree with op that HOTD's changes to Rhaenyra are shitty, but the reasons are just very off. For example:

I agree with parts of this, but I do want to point out a few things. Such as, why are they calling out Arya fans? Like what does that have to do with anything? I'm sure it's because Arya is a non-conforming woman, which op isn't a fan of, considering their seeming obsession with femininity. It shows how op's personal biases are influencing their view of both the show and the book.

I'm right there with you anon on the their spiel about Aegon's birthday. Rhaenyra was being disrespected and undermined by everyone after the birth of her brother. Is it any wonder that she wasn't excited to go to an event where everyone was expecting her to be disinherited? Op literally was just saying how they loved Rhaenyra "hating" her siblings lmao.

Op also complains about the white hart incident, as well as Aegon's prophecy. This is very much a revealing complaint. They said they hate Rhaenyra being made into the "protagonist" of the show. This is interesting since Rhaenyra is the protagonist of the Dance in the book too. She's morally gray, but it's still a fact; the greens are the antagonists and the blacks are the protagonists. The white hart was confirmation of Rhaenyra being the true heir, something which is also true in the book. I don't understand how that fact being affirmed is wrong.

As for Aegon's prophecy, this is something almost every single Rhaenyra anti has complained about. This is something GRRM himself told the showrunners he wanted, which some people complain is a retcon. It's not, the books aren't done yet, this is GRRM giving us new information about his unfinished work. It also confirmed how off the rails D&D's ending is according to what GRRM has planned for the books.

Anyway, op also really hates daemyra, another thing that's very much book accurate. Op purposefully chooses to ignore any textual evidence that daemyra was more than a political alliance, but they have a history of picking and choosing canon.

I very much agree with you anon about how shallow op's love of Cersei seems to be. They strike me as the kind of person who refuses to see the grayness GRRM is known for. After all, they are frothing at the mouth at the idea of Rhaenyra being a complex character, so I somehow doubt that they can appreciate Cersei's complexity.

#rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #asoiaf #team black #anti hotd #to be clear #i hate the changes to rhaenyra in the show too #anti rhaenyra antis #daemyra

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messrsbyler · 2 years ago

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imagine in s5 after mike and nancy have had their confrontation and big fight, things have been said, hugs have been hugged, they have opened the door for a new path to share between them, a way to walk together and see where it leads them.

and then, one night, both siblings are on patrol duty while the rest is asleep as they are camping in the woods or the upside down or whatever. and they have a wholesome moment.

the end of the world is a lot, but someone mike has still managed to have most of his thoughts occupied on something else. on someone, more like. and now that the world has been cracked open and the air is filled with ashes and spores, now that the world has taken a 180 degree spin and thrown them all off their feet, maybe it’s only fitting for mike to start questioning things he never before dared to question before.

and it’s only the two of them there, and for once mike isn’t sure he can be the leader and figure this one on his own. so, before he looses his courage, mike straightens his back, sucks in a breath that leaves a copper taste in his moth, and asks: “nance?”

her sister turns to look at him with a frantic stare in her eyes. mike doesn’t miss the way her hands grip the gun sitting on her lap a bit tighter and how her shoulders clamp a little. “what is it? did you hear something?”

mike is quick to shake his head. “no! no, it’s not that.”

“gosh, mike. you scared the shit out of me.”

“i just…” suddenly he’s not sure what to do with his hands. he tries clasping them on his lap but they feel silly there, a brush away from his own cold and heavy gun. mike already feels petrified trying to get the words out and having that weapon near him isn’t helping his case. he fits his hand under his legs in the end, but there’s no helping the bouncing of his leg. “i wanted to ask you… something.”

nancy looks at him, eyes clocking his leg and then climbing up to his face. something in his sister’s expression shifts. the lines are still hard around her eyes and mouth, edged with her sense of alert. but there’s also a softness in her eyes as she stares at mike, something he’s not used to find in nancy but that now is undoubtedly directed at him and only him.

“sure. what is it?”

this is the moment. no room for hesitation now. mike tells himself he can dance around the words, can control how much he lets nancy see. he can stay in the surface of the deep pit that’s consuming his every thought and sanity. if anything, at least nancy will think mike is talking about el. nancy will think he’s still mopping over their break up. he won’t see right through mike’s schemes.

“you… you are with jonathan, right?”

nancy’s lips pull into a tight line, and mike knows he’s said the wrong thing. he braces himself for the scowl nancy usually throws at him and for the words ‘that’s none of your business, mike!’, but they never come. instead, silence settles between them as nancy ponders on the question.

“i guess i am,” she says in the end, her voice distant. and mike knows his sister is dealing with her own pit and questions. “it’s a bit more complicated than that, but… yeah, i’m with him.”

mike nods, knowing not to push for more than what nancy is offering him. “right. because… because you love him, right?”

the rather bittersweet expression is replaced by a soft smile. “well, that’s not complicated at all. yes, i love him.”

mike fills his lungs again. his insides swell with butterflies and nerves and a buzzing starts right underneath his skin as a pair of hazel eyes flash in the back of his mind.

“how… uhm, how did you know? that you loved jonathan, i mean.”

“know?”

“yes. how were you sure? how did you know it was that type of love?”

nancy scans him for a second, and mike keeps himself from gulping all the spit pooling in his mouth. something like that would surely throw him under the bus in front of nancy who is so good at keeping people’s expressions in check just to extract whatever information can be gathered from them.

“well,” nancy starts, “it’s… okay, this is going to sound so cliché but… you just know.” mike purses his lips and that must send nancy the message that he’s not understanding what she means. “it’s like… like one day you wake up and realise that you love someone, because the feelings are there. but if you try to think back to pin down the moment you started feeling like that, you realise there is not one moment. it’s more that those feelings have been growing inside of you, slowly, until you lose sight of when you first felt them. they just… become a part of you until you can’t remember a time you didn’t feel that way, even if just a little.”

mike doesn’t say anything. he just looks at nancy, barely blinking. his eyes feel hot and his throat is tied in a knot. and his heart, his heart is beating inside his chest, loud and full and so hard it’s almost like it wants to jump out of mike’s mouth just to say ‘yes! that! that’s how we feel!’

the silence stretches between them, but not in a defeating type of way. it’s not comfortable, because mike is losing his breath with every second that passes by, but it’s still… safe, the way nancy is giving him room to process her words, and how she is looking at him, as if she knew how mike was at the brink of a big moment.

“nance?” mike finally says. his voice a little wavy and a little breathless. there’s a coldness that stirs in his stomach, a pinch of fear that makes him push his nails in the underside of his thighs.

“yes, mike?”

mike bits his bottom lip and looks up at his sister. he breathes in one more time and makes the air in his lungs extinguish loose grip fear has on him.

“i think… i think i love will,” mike says.

the words come out and the world pours down mike’s back like cold water. if he was restless before, mike is on the edge of his seat now. his leg bounces faster and his teeth dig into his lip until pain grounds him to this moment and to the words he just allowed out of his mouth.

and nancy… nancy just smiles at him in a way she hasn’t in many years. she smiles at him like when mike was little and would sneak inside her room in the middle of the night because he just had a nightmare, or like when the both of them would hide in the basement while their parents had a fight, or when they would meet after school for mike first year and walk back home together. nancy smiles at mike as if saying ‘you are my little brother. mine. and i love you.’

and the wheelers, they are not good with words, so when mike starts sobbing nancy doesn’t say anything. she just swings her gun on its lace to her back and shelters mike in a hug. and mike… he melts into it, knowing that his big sister is finally there for him.

#it’s 3 am i should be asleep #i need mike and nancy to fight but also to have a bonding moment #i just need it okay?#byler #byler tumblr #mike wheeler #stranger things #will byers #byler endgame #nancy wheeler

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taleya15 · 11 days ago

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Will’s late birthday present

Will woke up right at 7:00 AM, making sure that he was ready to go to the airport. He debated whether or not to bring Mike the painting he made or not. He ultimately decided that he would. He wrapped it up gently in his hands and remembered exactly what today was. His birthday. He’s officially 15 years old today, and he’s more than excited to spend it with his best friend and his sister. By the time Argyle had shown up, all three of the Byers siblings were ready to go. On the way there, for some unknown reason Jonathan and Argyle hadddd to smoke on the way there.

But not even the terrible smell could dim Will’s energy. He was so excited to see his best friend. Especially since they haven’t spoken in a long time. He really hopes that Mike remembers what today is. By the time Mike’s plane lands, he’s anxiously watching the other passengers on the plane leave before him. He doesn’t know why, but the thought of seeing Will. He- he gives Mike butterflies in a way he doesn’t understand. During that first phone call he noticed something different. His voice in particular, it was deeper by at least three octaves.

He couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for why butterflies erupted in his stomach. That’s not why he didn’t talk to Will though. Joyce had gotten a telemarketer job. She’s always on the phone, Mike hates it. He misses his best friend, but at the same time. He’s been dreading this moment for a week straight. When Mike finally gains his courage to move he puts his sunglasses over his eyes and finally walks out.

The second he’s out, he spots El and waves to her and El instantly runs to him. She crushes him instantly in a bone crushing hug. He grunts before figuring out how to get her off him. He feels almost embarrassed? Especially that Will saw it.

“Wait stop you’re gonna squish your present.” She unlaced herself from him, to see the flowers that he had picked for her. Her smile reach’s her eyes as she looks at them.

“Yeah I picked these for you in Hawkins I know you like purple so I got some purple. But I also know you like yellow so I got you yellow- but actually now I’m thinking it’s too much yellow. I-”

“Mike. It’s perfect.” She smiles kindly at him and reads the note saying “from Mike.” She sighs sadly at that. But a now fake smile goes to her face and she shoves the disappointment down.

“Oh! Hey!” Mike finally addressed Will, and that’s when he remembered what today was. He hugged Will hard almost knocking him back. Mike gently whispered in his ear.

“Happy birthday.” They pull away and Will smiles brightly at him with a light pink blush brushing his cheeks.

“Thanks Mike.”

“I um- I got you something to.”

“Yeah?” Mike pulled out a comic book from his bag and handed it to him. It’s nothing special just a flash comic, but to Will it meant everything to him.

“Thank you Mike! I love it. Oh! I have something for you to.” Will got a confused look from Mike until he unravels his painting. He worked on it for almost a month now. He wanted it to be as perfect as possible, he created a DND scene with the party fighting a huge three headed dragon. Will was nervous about Mike’s reaction at first, but seeing the smile and eye twinkle made it all worth it.

“You painted this?”

“Yeah! Do you um like it?”

“Of course I do Will thank you!” Will smiled and Mike suddenly realized there were other people there as well. He addressed Jonathan simply and put his sunglasses over his head. The other man smiled at him and Mike nodded back to him.

“So, shall we go?” He addresses everyone, and they all make the move to leave. Mike subconsciously wraps his arm around El, and she leans closer to him. While Will is a few steps behind El.

“I have the entire day planned first we’re having breakfast burritos.”

“What? Burritos for breakfast?” El giggles before responding. Remembering how weird that sounded to her to.

“I know trust me!”

“No, I trust you it just seems a little weird.” Mike glances over Els head by accident, and makes eye contact with Will. He doesn’t know why, but it makes him instantly flustered. He looks down instantly and kisses El’s head. Pushing down the butterflies in his stomach. He’s griping the painting in his hand lightly, making sure nothing happens to it.

“Then of course we’re going to rink o mania!” Mike’s brought out of his trance at that sentence.

“Ok, what’s rink o mania?”

“It’s the most fun place in Lenora! It has skating games!”

“Oh, cool. Are your friends going to meet us there?”

“Friends? What friends?” Will piped in instantly at that. Neither Will or El has “friends” in fact El’s been getting bullied this entire time. El’s attention snaps to him. She instantly hits him in the stomach with her flowers.

“Ya know, Stacy and Angela.” She glares daggers at him but Will doesn’t care.

“Angela?” He questions back at her, his eyes are daring her in a way. So she instantly looks back down.

*Time skip to at the rink o mania!*

The crew sits down at the bench and they then notice that, Mike doesn’t have socks. Will speaks up and shows him where they are.

“Here I’ll go with you.” Mike nods instantly, and they walk over to the counter. In line is when Will finally addresses all the lies.

“El. She hasn’t been telling you everything.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“She’s not friends with Stacy and Angela. She’s actually been being bullied by them. Almost this whole time. And yeah, we’ve been to parties here; but for mom’s work. Not because of what she implied.” Mike’s face hardens and screws up into a scowl.

“Bullshit!”

“Have I ever lied to you before?”

“I-” whatever sentence dies in Mikes throat when he realizes what Will says.

“I’ll- I’ll talk to her ok? But let’s not ruin your birthday alright?” Will smiles and nods, Mike smiles back and Will heads back to El. He sits down in his original seat and just puts his skates on. Ignoring the questioning look of his sister. Just as he ties his last skate, Mike plops down in between them.

“So! I asked for vomit green, and I got vomit green. Isn’t that awesome?” Both El and Will chuckle at that, and Mike grows a proud little smile to his face. Not realizing that El is getting increasingly anxious. She doesn’t know what her brother said to her boyfriend, and scared that he’ll find out the lies she’s been spinning. She doesn’t address it though, and neither do the boys.

Somehow El had managed to keep the lies up. Not ever addressing it until the next morning. Except El didn’t get out of her room for breakfast. So Mike brought the now cold egos to her. Not noticing the sad sigh, that he gets from Will. Mike doesn’t remember it then but El wasn’t wrong when she wrote to him saying that the painting was for the person he likes.

Mike gently knocks on El’s door before walking in and setting the waffles down. “Hoppers cabin right?” She nods as he goes to sit on her bed.

“So, are we not going to talk about it?” She turns towards him confused.

“Talk about what?”

“The- well ya, know. The lying last night I mean.”

“I didn’t lie.” She stands instinctively feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

“El. I could tell. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? I’m willing to listen. I care for you so much! You know that.”

“Care.” El scoffs before responding back to him.

“But you don’t love me anymore?”

“Who- who said that I didn’t?”

“You never say it.” Instead of defensive, now El just feels hurt. In a way, Mike and El switched there emotions and Mike new feels as defensive as she did.

“I say it.” El scoffs again before going into a box that has all the things that Mike sent her. She pulls out a small pile of letters and starts reading the final greeting of each one.

“From Mike. From Mike. From Mike. From! From! From!” Her voice breaks at the last “from” And Mike finally stands up as well.

“El! Come on your being ridiculous, that- that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then say it.”

“What?”

“Just. Tell me that you love me, please.”

“I- I.”

“Get out.”

“What? El, come on.”

“I said GET OUT MIKE!”

Mike feeling defeated leaves the room and goes down to the basement. There lives the only person who actually knows Mike. He walks down to see Will lying on his bed throwing a ball in the air. Mike enters the room and closes the door. That’s when Will notices him, and sits up to greet him.

“Oh, hey Mike! Are you ok?” Mike just sighs, and shakes his head before joining Will on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“El. We just had a fight, like a big one. Like one you can’t come back from, I don’t think.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I- well she wanted me to say something. But I just couldn’t.” Will seems to understand what he was supposed to say. Even though he’s never been in a relationship before, he’s seen quite a few of them to know what he meant.

“I think sometimes it’s just scary to open up like that, to say what you really feel.” Mike nods in understanding, not realizing what Will is actually talking about. They stay silent for a moment, until Mike dramatically falls back onto the bed. Will chuckles before laying back with him.

“Why are girls so hard?” Will chuckles again before answering.

“No idea Mike.” Will smiles to himself thinking of a gay joke. And if Will had enough courage he’d say it out loud, but sadly he does not. So they just go back to comfortable silence. Will thinks that they’re done talking, but in the tiny break of silence; Mike finally remembers EXACTLY what El had sent him about in the last letter.

In particular, what that painting meant. So with all the confidence he could muster, he asked the question that could completely change their relationship.

“Will- do you um- like me?” At first Will just chuckles, then it becomes a full laugh.

“No Mike, since kindergarten I’ve been pretending that I like you.” Mike’s lips curl up, his eyes were uncomfortable.

“Will. I’m- I’m being serious here.” Instantly Will prop’s himself up with his elbow. He’s looking at Mike confused, like he couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Mike, what are you talking about?” Mike at first couldn’t speak, he could only mirror Will’s posture. He couldn’t even look at Will from the neck up. All he could do, was memorize the plaid pattern on Wills yellow shirt. He was staring intestinally at his stomach, under Mike’s gaze Will started to feel flustered.

He started to fidget with his fingers, and look at Mike uncomfortably. “Mike.” Finally being able to snap himself out of his trance. He looked Will in his eyes.

“Do you- do you um have a crush on me?” Will eyes seemed to widen three sizes.

“I- what- what do you mean?” Will swallows the lump in his throat. In sync Mike seems to be doing the same. Mike without any once of control, he glances at Will’s lips. Will’s heart rate seems to increase, he’s almost frozen in place. Mike for a fleeting moment seems to get confident by how flustered Will became in the two seconds since he clarified.

“Do. You. Like. Me?” His voice lowers an octave, and a blush immediately tints his cheeks. Will can only nod in conformation. A blush this time hits Mike’s cheeks, and Will seems to smile.

“Do you um like me to?” Mike smiles and nods a little.

“Yeah, I- I think I do.” The boys smile, and in sync they subconsciously move closer to each other. Then without either of them thinking about it, they kiss. It’s barely anything, barely even a peck. But to both boys it was completely world changing. Even though Mike had been able to make out with someone for a way longer time. This kiss seemed to knock the wind out of him.

And for Will… even though it was his first kiss. He felt like he finally knew what everyone meant when they’d say when they felt like they were on cloud nine when they’d kiss someone. Finally for both boys, they felt as though they could live. Not just survive. It was the best late birthday gift, Will could’ve ever asked for.

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asbealthgn · 2 years ago

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decided to lengthen this post!

eddie’s heard all about the girl with the super powers.

at least, he thought he had. steve, dustin, max, and robin talked about her at length when they were explaining the upside down to him in rick’s boathouse. the image he had in his head was of a girl larger than life, of a wonder woman type who could command a room. which is why he’s very surprised when he meets the quiet girl who saved the world.

it’s about a week after he’s released from the hospital, once nancy (who has somehow become the taskmaster when it comes to his care) deems him recovered enough to socialize with the rest of the party. although apparently he’s not yet to the point where she’ll let him leave the trailer. it’s no use fighting against her. wayne’s been her number one fan since the day they met, so he keeps telling eddie what that girl says goes.

but eddie’s excited that everyone else can finally come visit. max shows up first, having just been released from the hospital the day before. then it’s steve and robin with dustin in tow (eddie feels a slight fluttering seeing steve. he hasn’t quite taken the time to parse out whatever feelings may have developed over spring break). next comes nancy with mike and the sinclairs. finally, jonathan byers arrives with the two eddie hasn’t met before—will and el.

eddie’s first thought is of how small el seems. for a girl just a few weeks out from restoring peace to the planet, she nearly disappears in the already overcrowded trailer. eddie watches her hug max, wave to nancy, and then step back as the boys launch into some loud argument. always the same with them.

jonathan gestures for eddie to come over and meet his siblings. will only spares a second from his conversation with the boys to say hi to eddie before he’s returning. el, though, gives him a cautious smile and hello. it’s a halting few moments of small talk where eddie does way too much of the talking. he knows he should reign it in.

he keeps seeing el smooth her hand over her buzzed hair.

“that’s a cool cut you’ve got there,” eddie says.

her eyes flick sideways to jonathan and then back to eddie. “thank you,” she says, sounding uncertain. her gaze wanders then, and eddie follows it to where nancy is talking to steve and robin. specifically, wanders to nancy’s hair.

“you miss your old hair?” eddie guesses.

el nods. “it was pretty.”

considering, eddie holds a finger up. “wait there,” he says before darting back to his room. wayne gets on his case for it being a wreck in here, but eddie knows where everything is. it’s how he finds the photo album he’s looking for in seconds, flipping to the right page and sliding one of the photos out from its sleeve.

he rejoins el and jonathan, who have now also been joined by will. “there ya go,” eddie says, handing el the picture. it’s of him when he was in eighth grade, hair buzzed like el’s with a guitar in his hand and a big grin on his face.

el looks between the photo and eddie. a ghost of a smile plays on her lips. “your hair was like mine,” she says.

“yep,” eddie says, “i’m tellin’ ya, buzzed hair can be pretty metal.”

“metal?”

“it’s like bitchin’,” will chimes in.

“yeah, absolutely,” eddie says, “buzzed hair is bitchin’.”

el’s smile gets stronger. “metal,” she whispers, almost to herself. then she hands eddie the photo back. “maybe i should learn to play the guitar. so i can be extra metal.”

eddie grins. “hell yeah,” he says, “anytime, you come by and i’ll teach you.”

she nods. “it is a deal.”

#i very strongly believe that eddie and el would be besties but i do not incorporate it into fics enough #it's true though #stranger things #eddie munson #el hopper #ficlet

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 months ago

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No Time To Die

by a_depressed_starfish Everything hurts. His muscles, his head, his heart. Everything. Tim’s whole body and mind just…hurts. So he does what he does best. He puts it all aside to deal with later. Broken arm? I’ll deal with that later. Pounding headache? I’ll deal with that later. Fight with Bernard? I’ll deal with that later. Yeah, you get the picture. Tim knows he should deal with it all now, but he's just too busy. He has a meeting to go to, patrol later, an important case to solve. So. Many. Things. or Tim overworks himself a lot, but he has his family to help. Not that he knows that. ---------------------- fic title is No Time To Die by Billie Eilish Words: 536, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Young Justice - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Bernard Dowd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Bart Allen, Barbara Gordon Relationships: Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Batfamily Members (DCU), Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Bart Allen & Tim Drake, Batfamily Members & Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Tim Drake's Missing Spleen, Tim Drake and Jason Todd are Siblings, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are Siblings, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake are Siblings, Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Maybe - Freeform, Major Character Death comes much later, I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT, Feral Tim Drake, Minor Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Minor Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Good Sibling Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, Duke Thomas is Signal, Damian Wayne is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Barbara Gordon in a Wheelchair, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Bart Allen is Impulse, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, AU where the batfam is healthy, mostly - Freeform, Not Canon Compliant, no beta we die like jason todd, No Lesbians Die, gay peple tho, gay people (person) die via https://ift.tt/XZFSNms

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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acowardinmordor · 1 year ago

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Idle thoughts for the historical royalty au it turns out I want to read, but can’t be bothered to write.

This is a fairly young or small kingdom. Early Plantagenets but less established.

Steve’s mom is more in the category of Eleanor of Aquitaine. She’s off in her own lands trying to fix the mess that the King made. The King forbade her taking Steve with her and they both have other lovers. Steve’s mom had several failed pregnancies when he was young, and at least one or two siblings that died too young for him to really remember.

The King is fighting yet another push against Not-France. Has been gone for at least two years, will be gone at least one more. Left his advisors and council in place, and gave Steve very little authority. He’s basically Henry the first. Except he’s Richard

Most of the important Lords and families left the capital when the King did, either to go on campaign, or back to their own homes. The adults who remain are either greedy and manipulative or too low ranked to have another option. Lots of the children of families are left there as good faith

Nancy and Barb are the daughters of nobility, not known for their social standing. Carol and Tommy are trying very hard to get/stay in Steve’s favor so they can elevate their and their families’ status. Joyce got elevated to a role like a chatelaine because the prior died while the king was gone. Hopper is Captain of the Guard.

Magic exists if you ask the right person, but in any official sense or statement there is science, religion, and blasphemous rumors.

El is for sure somewhere in the changeling shade of things. But in the sense that she got stolen, lived with the Unseelie Court, and escaped. Because he is the reason I am in this fandom; El follows the sound of music and laughter and finds Eddie.

Eddie lives with his uncle, who was in the last war, took an arrow to the knee and can’t serve again. Does odd jobs and repairs things for people. Eddie is supposed to be apprenticing as a scribe, but hates writing down ledgers of how much the Lords spend and how much they tax. It’s doomed from the start. But, it means he’s the rare example of a poor kid in the city who can read and write. He makes spare money telling stories, writing down and using bits of histories and rumors he hears while apprenticing. And because he travels from the town up to the court, he’s also doing a bit of unofficial trade.

Lucas helps at the stables. Mike wants to be a knight, but was too young to go with the king to war. Younger kids went, but the Wheelers are just noblé enough that he didn’t. Only son privileges. Will was sick as a kid, so he’s seen as kind of a ‘what’s the point’ but he learned to read a little, then spent so long sick he taught himself more.

Dustin flits around the court and castle, bullying people into explaining things to him. He has learned many things, and is still a little genius, but his reading is kinda self taught so he can’t always say why he’s right beyond saying that he is. Claudia came with the Queens court but stayed after the Queen left again. She’s in a weird important-but-not-noble position. Steve adores her because she was around more than his mom.

Actually. Yeah. Dial up the magic a little. The King conquered the region and stomped out most of the hedge-witch type folks. Also pissed off some of the more powerful ones as they fled. But the big piece is that he broke A Thing™ that served to hold the worlds separate. That was a least 15 years ago. The leak is slow/irs been getting worse.

Lucas’s family isn’t nobility, but they’re wealthier than some of the nobles. He’s the personable son with a fondness for horses, racing, hunts, etc.

Max and family moved to Hawkins and something something, Max is now working at a smithy. It’s not what she should be doing, but she’s really good at it. Also: horseshoes gets us LuMax.

Maybe the Hargrove were noble, mayfields weren’t. Lord Hargrove went to war, Billy has been there too, and the second you look away from max she’s back to doing what she wants.

Murray is something like a hedgewitch.

The Russians become some of the conquered people, looking for an opportunity to reclaim and lacking that: a chance to fuck things up for Hawkins.

Creel is def a kid from wayyy long ago, who got conned by the fae, but spent so long there that he’s got magic of his own, and a love/hate with a humans.

#steddie royalty au #just random thoughts #world building #I guess

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