#mike doesn’t know that tho

[himynameis4]

@andiwriteordie @bottomlessabyssposts @wibble-wobbegong i can’t tell who if anyone will find this entertaining, lol, but i figured you guys might be the most likely to? Of tumblr people i know lol. 🤷‍♀️ so. Tada!

I have this idea I’m very attached to in the Spidey-Will genre… PROBABLY won’t ever be written, but lives rent-free in my head & makes me happy, so figured i’d share it.

So there’s this El-as-X-11 idea, which I’m quite attached to, because I feel that she and X-23 are quite similar in backstory with the Weapon X government program assassin thing, even if their powers are wildly different. Can’t figure out how to sibling-ify Will & El yet, but I’ll get there.

So let’s say, hypothetically, X-11 escapes.

And, hypothetically, she might encounter/live with this universe’s version of Hop, first. But then she has to run, for lab-related reasons.

Perhaps, after an injury she ends up breaking into an apartment, in an attempt to find a place to sleep.

And so, our favorite college student, Mike Wheeler, returns to his cheap-ass apartment to find a bloody body lying on his couch.

He tries to see if she’s alive/has any wounds, and she throws him half across the room.

It’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

From there, El continues to be a cryptid.

Mike can never tell when she’s actually IN the apartment, so he starts, like, talking to himself aloud as he enters as if she is, which makes him feel a little bananas, but that’s okay. He still jumps every time he turns a corner & finds her standing there, though. Every. Time.

They come to a compromise on the sleeping situation? Kind of? El has the couch whenever she needs it, she just… if she’s going to come over bloody, could she clean it up? Mike invests in heavy duty cleaning supplies, and worries vaguely about being charged with murder. He figures El would probably break him out.

Here’s the thing, though. El doesn’t want to go out in public, and she doesn’t want Mike to tell his friends about her. Which is… fine. No, really, it is. Like, evil lab people, Mike totally gets it—he’s met Doc Ock, okay?

But college has been, like, really weird, and it’s hard to keep in touch, apparently, and—whatever, obviously Mike assumed everybody was closer than the were or something, but the point is—the point is—keeping secrets is hard, and he doesn’t think the whole “keeping this a secret” thing is HELPING the distance between everybody.

And also, El keeps stealing his clothes. Her excuse is that she can’t go shopping in public, which is probably bullshit, but El’s wardrobe is… eclectic. Mike’s not sure where she acquired it all, but there are a lot of men’s flannels and jeans mixed in with punk clothes, so Mike’s pretty sure stealing people’s clothes is just a Thing El Does. It’s kind of sweet. Still, that sweatshirt was a present from Will, alright, so he’s gonna need it back.

Another Thing El Does? Fucking monopolize the TV. And like, Mike’s trying to be accommodating, but certain shows run at certain times, El, and Mike needs his emotional support characters, damn it.

And then there’s the cats. So. Many. Cats. Is Mike ALLOWED to have cats in this shitty-ass apartment? Fuck no, not that anyone’s gonna call him out on it, apparently. Does Mike WANT cats in his apartment? Well. Hypothetically, how would you feel about having to dodge these creepy bastards, constantly getting scratched, watching reflective eyes blink out at you from the shadows, having to pull apart LITERAL cat fights… look, El heals fast, right? She has a skewed idea of which cats are “friendly.” These assholes are feral, stray, and most likely diseased, and Mike does NOT have the luxury of super-rapid healing, and he’s already running low on clothes because of El so having the cats attack his wardrobe is Not Helping The Situation, AND! And one of the assholes fucking tried to eat Roary, okay, he’s all chewed up & Mike had to hide him to keep him from acquiring further damage, & he’s, like, traumatized now. Yes he’s a plastic dino. He still has feelings.

Besides, they can’t AFFORD this much cat food, el, or the vet, it’s not like you’re paying rent—

No, that does not mean you steal more cat food—

Also El keeps eating ice cream directly from the carton & putting it back in the freezer & it’s driving Mike batshit.

Anyway. Mike’s… mostly sure he has a roommate now? She’s around often enough, and he kind of thinks they’re best friends at this point? Maybe? El sometimes doesn’t understand like, boundaries & privacy & stuff, but Mike knows he pushes her buttons, too—they get snippy with each other, a lot, but like, in a friendly way? Kinda like him & Max, except the ex-assassin (he thinks she’s stopped? Probably?) is definitely nicer. Mike talked to Joyce about it—WITHOUT exposing El, obviously—and she said open conversations about boundaries are important with roommates? So Mike’s gonna talk to El about that when he gets home, and neither of them are going to be defensive or dismissive, and it’s gonna be great.

Honestly, having an ex-assassin sort-of-accidentally become his roommate isn’t even the WEIRDEST thing Mike’s ever done.

He used to flirt with Spider-Man.

[lorddetaur]

[CW: Mild Ableism]

Italian Stereotypes

[blueberryspyder]

After binging The Magnus Archives for exactly two weeks straight it is officially all I can think about. Not even my previous Baldurs Gate 3 obsession can compare. Maybe it’s because it’s strictly a tragedy (which gets my emo little English literature nerd heart spiraling), maybe it’s because the idea of categorizing characters by their fears/what fear they’d be an avatar for is deeply fascinating to me.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s because Tim Stoker has a fucking choke grip on me and I’m failing to escape the “wump lover” accusations once again

[tryingonametaphor]

rewatching st for the first time since s4 (making my dad watch it for the first time) and steve/nancy and mike/el… 😬

[antisociallilbrat]

Dustin has the worst gaydar lol. He’s genuinely surprised (and supportive!) when his friends come out. Even over Will.

And when more come out, Lucas, El, Mike, he’s just like?? You’re gay too?? Is everyone here but me gay??

The answer is yes Dustin.

[daredevil-artwork]

Every time I think I've seen the extent of Matt's idiocy, he surprises me again

Seriously like I’m slowly making my way through the comics and every other page it’s like ‘bro…’

[fairytwles]

five tickets to barbie please (el dragged mike along kicking and screaming)

[glitch-in-the-code]

I need to stop worrying about people trying to correct me when I use a different set of pronouns for Mike

[beloveds-embrace]

brain empty only thought - TF141 are all dancers for magic mike in london and give their stage manager a private show

I love your brain anon 😩 taking free liberties with whatever a show manager does here fyi lol but i also tried to watch an actual magic mike show but i turned into a blushing mess and had to stop halfway. Fair warning tho, i’ve never written anything quite like this 😭 all of this is safe, sane and consensual

You are such a good stage manager to them, though, always ensuring everyone is on the same page, communications are going well, all props are set and the most important thing in your opinion; all the dancers are doing well. You always make sure there are plenty of drinks, they’re well-slept and ready and-

You do so much for them, such a good stage manager. It’s only right that they spoil you with a private show all carered to you, in a private room where they make you sit down on chair placed right in the middle.

Have you seen this choreography before? Yes. Are you in any shape or way ready to have Kyle kneel in front of you on one knee, gazing up at you like you are star, and spread your thighs open so he can nuzzle his face right between your tights? You aren’t.

“Smell so fuckin’ good, pretty.” Gaz mumbles, groaning low against your skin.

Your face is flaming red, feeling him kiss the soft pudge of your thighs before he slides up with a wink so Johnny takes place on your lap, leather jeans tight on his ass and bulge. He takes your hovering hands, and places them on his thighs while he grinds against you, hips pressing together.

You can barely bite your noises back, clenching your thighs shut.

“No staying silent, bonnie,” he croons, thumb rubbing your lips. You hadn’t even realized your mouth was slack and open until he pushes his thumb in for a few seconds, and you obediently, impulsively, suck on it. His eyes darken, and he leans to kiss the corner of your lips, hovering over your lap. “Good girl.”

It takes everything in you not to whine out loud, drenched between your thighs.

When he moves off with another kiss, it’s Ghost who kneels in front of her, the music slower now, deeper. He takes her hands, kissing her palms through his mask and guiding her hands to the buttons of his silk button-up that bared his defined collarbones already, scarred skin glowing the more you reveal of him.

God, you want to bite him so badly.

“Look at me, doll.” He orders, and you so easily obey you can see the crinkle in his mask. Like a snake, Ghost twists his body so his back is across your knees, shoulders and head on your lap, peering up at you with his legs spread and holding his body up.

“Si-“ you whine at last, resolve breaking. He pulls your hands down his shoulders, and you take the hint by caressing his pecs, his abs, the strong muscles taut under your exploring hands. Feeling just a little bold and knowing he doesn’t mind, your fingers tease along his belt.

“He’s so fucking handsome, isn’t he?” Captain Price croons behind you, big hands settling on your shoulders, dipping into your blouse to toy with your bra straps. “All my boys are. But you’re our girl, aren’t you? Our pretty, beautiful girl, always working so hard for us. My boys adore you, sugar.”

Your mouth dries up, staring up at him, hands still on Ghost. “I…”

“No words needed, doll.” he scoffs, smug the way only a man who knows how easily he can command a room can be. His hands leave your skin and before you can pout, he’s reaching under your thighs to carefully pull you up while still being mindful of Simon. He sits in your chair, you on his lap and Ghost still under your touch. “Let us spoil you, yeah?”

And who are you to even think about saying no to such a beautiful, tempting offer?

[thebestever16]

Josh Washington x Reader Headcanons

Gender Neutral/For Everyone

He always calls you sexy or hottie and ONLY you that (his nickname for you tho is Honey)

He’s pretty romantic with was a shock to you

Has a whole separate camera just for you

Told Chris all about you after he met you (Chris told Ashley, she told Matt, he told Emily, she told Jessica, she told Mike, he told Sam, she told Hannah, Hannah told Beth)

At first, you told he was just play flirting since he’s like that with everyone so you were pretty shocked when he asked you a date (a real one)

Invites to all the parties/outings he’s been invited to (if you have no social life, you’re getting one now)

Can’t remember to take his pills but remembers every little thing you’ve done and said??

Always stares at your lips

Helps with your hair

Tries to keep from being flirty with other people if you’re uncomfortable with his flirty ways

Spoils you rotten (you want something, he’s buying it)

Not a jealous person but he’ll defend you so quickly if you look upset (most likely verbally)

If you’re a poc/black, Emily and Matt are really nice to you. Knowing how it feels to be the new poc/black person in the group

Thinks you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen

Love anything you wear. It could be baggy or tight it does not matter!)

Hannah and Beth adore you (they sometimes steal you away from Josh)

If you shorter than him (it doesn’t matter how short) he’ll call you so many nicknames based on your height

Before y’all had sex for the first time, he’d scare you to hear your screams/for you to hold onto him (he thinks that’s so hot)

He follows you like a dog (you’re don’t get a lot of alone time)

(This is my first time writing so please give me so feedback :))

[halfthebrain]

Sometimes I do think about how insane Suits could’ve been. I mean, it already was thanks to Harvey and Mike’s dynamic and… all that is Louis’ personality.

TLDR: You want them to do better. I want them to be worse <3

But I meant in a psychological sense it could’ve been insane. They showed Mike working day in and day out but they didn’t commit to how that can totally fuck you up. We should’ve seen him just passed out on his desks more often. Some of the other associates clearly doing drugs despite the testing. Not once did we see one of them burning out? Unrealistic.

And they could’ve leaned into Harvey’s physical aggression a bit more. He could’ve been known or rumoured for going from charming, calm gentleman to rabid dog within seconds.

And as much as some of you will hate me for it: they all could’ve been more conniving while still believing that they’re not “the bad guys”.

The hazing in season 1 could have been so much worse. Mike got off easy by having Harvey protect him. I get it tho, who’d dare touch his “golden boy”? (Greg’s words, not mine)

Mike and Harvey should’ve had a nasty affair instead of the lukewarm taboo quasi cheating relationship between whatever Jenny, Mike, and Rachel was. Especially in 2011 that would’ve made people speechless.

The show should’ve extrapolated on all those billionaire/ multimillionaire clients and how they all got blood on their hands. But everyone in that tax bracket is so used to justice being wielded against the weaker that it doesn’t even register or they’re too far up in their high rises to hear the begging of the poor.

All of that should’ve eaten Mike up until there was barely anything left of him but he has always been loyal to a fault and who would pay for Grammy’s luxurious care if he quit now? That is until she died.

Harvey, who has abandonment issues as wide as the earth’s circumference, saw that Mike was teetering on the edge of leaving behind this life. Instead of letting him go though, he ropes him in even more. He knows that at that point all the family Mike has is Harvey. He trusts Harvey and man are these two chasing high after high. And I’m not talking about the drugs.

It goes on until inevitably Mike gets busted. Off he goes to prison and Harvey should’ve set the world on fire. He should’ve killed Gallo. Commit to his threats!!!! Mike was almost murdered in that prison and we should’ve been treated to watching the aftermath of that trauma.

In my opinion, not every story has to end with “and they lived happily ever after”. It could’ve ended with the question: “was it really worth it?”. And the audience gets to think, to decide if it was or not.

Would it have been less popular? Undoubtedly so. Would it have been outstanding tho? Absolutely.

[chirpsythismorning]

Will: i deserved it…

Me and Mike: NO no no you DIDNT deserve anything

"Will wasn't being a dick!"

"He was! He was, he was rolling his eyes, moping. He was barely talking. He basically sabotaged the whole day."

[iamthatonefangirl]

harvey specter headcanons pt. 2

y’all this is so self-indulgent i can’t even. anyways i really preyed on harvey’s insecurities in this one. i don’t care how out of character it may be LOL i’m just a girl

part one

part three

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harvey specter, who wants to show you off and let everyone know you’re his. who makes sure to leave his mark on you, most often with a carefully placed hickey on your collarbone. you give him a bad time about it, but deep down you love the reminder.

harvey specter, who never makes you feel insecure about yourself. who wants you to know that you’re perfect to him.

harvey specter, who knows he’s kind of a hypocrite for never responding to your texts but letting it mess with his head when you don’t pick up his calls. but he makes sure that when you’re together, you know that his lack of a response over the phone isn’t because he’s not thinking about you, but just because he’s not from the cell phone generation like you are. (sorry old man ily tho)

harvey specter, who surprises you one day after work with your favorite treats from that one bakery you never get the chance to go to. who pours you champagne and asks you to dance with him even without music playing. who takes you to bed and makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

harvey specter, who knows the little things that you like but won’t tell him about. who knows you like to watch him when you think he’s not paying attention. who knows you like to be in his presence all the time, even if you’re quietly reading or working, your mood is brightened if he’s just nearby.

harvey specter, who knows you know him just as well. who knows that you know that he likes when you kiss his beauty marks (he hates (read: loves) that you call them that) and smile lines (he denies those exist; he claims he doesn’t smile). who knows that you know he wants to impress you, to feel manly in front of you. who knows that you always tell him how handsome he looks in his suits to make sure that emotional need of his is always fulfilled. (you resist the urge to call him beautiful to his face in case it bruises his ego.)

harvey specter, who knows that even though you love to do things to boost his ego, he respects you as a businesswoman. who knows that even though he never sees that side of you, that you are a strong, career-oriented woman. who would never demean you to put himself above you just because he wants to feel manly.

harvey specter, who would never in a million years admit that he doesn’t want you around mike. who would perjure himself before admitting that he might be insecure or jealous that if you spent too much time around him, you might begin to like how mike is so much smarter and younger than he is. that you would think that mike is a better fit for you than he is.

harvey specter, who knows he’s so insecure deep down, but knows you mean it when you tell him you love him.

Nsfw ones:

harvey specter, who whispers dirty things in your ear while you’re trying to watch your favorite tv show. who unbuttons your pants as you tell him hold on, just let me pause so I don’t lose my place.

harvey specter, who loves when you sit in his lap and softly kiss him for hours. who would gladly stay like that forever, with you.

harvey specter, who would swear that his pants had never been tighter than when you told him you wanted him to spank you.

harvey specter, who whimpers when you pull his hair as he puts his mouth between your legs and doesn’t move until you insist as such.

harvey specter, who knows you secretly like it when he walks around the apartment without a shirt on. who knows you like when he invites you to sit on his lap, and you have an excuse to touch his bare torso and chest. who knows you’ll turn shy the moment he whispers in your ear, you like touching me like that, baby?

harvey specter, who begs you for it.

[psychedelic-ink]

hi:D I don’t know if you take request but I like ur writing style and wanted to request a fic where the reader is having period cramps and Mike helps comfort her

yess my requests are open nonnie! tho when I write them can be questionable fgbgfbfg and thank you so much for requesting this my period is close so this was lovely to write 💜

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘

ㅤㅤmike schmidt x f!reader

Your breasts ache, your stomach hurts—your body the most uncomfortable place to be. You turn to the side as you bring you knees up to your chest and hug yourself. Another cramp. You squeeze your eyes shut, hissing through gritted teeth. You breathe heavily as you wait for it to pass. Your nostrils flutter. Your face warming up while the pain escalates. It escalates, escalates, and escalates—then it suddenly comes to a halt. 

Suddenly you can breathe again. 

Taking the opportunity, you fill your lungs with air. You want to cry. Everything fucking sucks. You want to call out to Mike who’s watching TV with Abby in the living room but you feel too weak to form the words. You suppose that’s alright. He’s already exhausted and overwhelmed with everything, it’s better that he doesn’t worry about you too—

“Fuck—” 

Your entire body clenches, your arms tightening around you as your nails bite your forearms. Fuck. You need painkillers, the whole bottle of them. The faintest of whimpers fall from your lips. The back of your head is throbbing from how taut your body is. You try to breathe, try to get out of bed, but even the smallest of movements add to the pressure of the cramps. 

You’re so lost in the pain you don’t even hear the door opening. You only notice someone’s here when you feel the faint dip of the bed. 

Your eyes snap open, your back is still turned. A hand curls around your shoulder and squeezes. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Mike ask. “You’ve been here for a while. Abby is making her version of spaghetti.” 

“That’s. . .” you exhale from your nose. “That’s great Mike. But I think I’m gonna skip it.” 

His hand doesn’t leave your shoulder, “You didn’t answer me. Are you okay?” 

You know he won’t leave without some thorough convincing. Knowing this, you turn to your other side to face him. He smiles when your eyes lock and despite the pain, your heart flutters. 

Just as you part your lips, about to tell him that you’re fine and he should just help Abby with cooking, another cramp strikes again. A choked-out sound rips from your throat and you immediately pull your knees to your chest again. You know it doesn’t exactly help. But something about the position makes you believe the cramp will subside. 

“Hey hey hey,” Mike cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. “Tell me what’s going on. Let me help, baby.” 

“I’m—I’m on my period. I’m cramping.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You relax a bit as the cramp finally softens. “We should have some advil. Do you need anything else?” 

God, you want to cry. He’s such a caregiver. You look away, embarrassment warming your stomach. “Maybe. . . maybe some of that leftover cheesecake too?” 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.” 

Before you know it he’s back with a fresh red stain on his sweatshirt—courtesy of Abby and her cooking skills you bet. You shuffle back a bit so he can take a proper seat this time, he does and gives you the advil. “You sure you don’t need anything else?” he places the plate of cheesecake on top of the bedside table. 

“I’m good,” you answer, popping the pill and taking two huge gulps of water. “Thank you. Can we. . .cuddle a bit?” 

Mike smiles and you swear it’s the brightest sight ever, “If I ever say no to that feel free to smack the shit out of me.” 

You manage a small laugh despite the discomfort, and Mike scoots closer, wrapping his arms around you. His warmth feels like a soothing balm against the persistent ache in your body. You rest your head on his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He starts tracing gentle circles on your back, his fingers moving in a comforting pattern. The pain begins to ebb away as you focus on the warmth and love radiating from him. It's amazing how a simple touch can make everything feel a bit more bearable.

“Better?” he asks, his voice a soft murmur.

You nod against his chest, unwilling to let go of the safety his embrace provides. "Much better. Thank you for being here."

"Always," he replies, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “You just need to say the words and I’ll be there.” 

You think you answer him but you can’t tell as sleep slowly begins to take over. 

All you feel is him.

[pochipop]

＃FNAF MOVIE !! ♡ — SWEET NOTHING (MIKE SCHMIDT X READER).

#. synopsis! — sometimes it feels like mike may never escape the past, but he hears the future in the beat of your heart (nightmare reverse comfort) .

#. characters! — mike schmidt .

#. warnings! — vague references to past traumatic events (canon compliant) .

#. word count! — 1.1k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — i got an autism diagnosis today lmao, makes sense tho.

The house is dark and shrouded in silence, broken only by Mike’s uneasy groans and his occasional writhing in his sleep. What seemed peaceful at the get-go has become something less content, leaving him entangled in the sheets and pulling most of the shared blanket to his side of the bed. The late autumn chill hanging thick in the air has you shivering, casting a tired, half-lidded gaze to the digital clock resting on the nightstand. It’s four minutes past three thirty in the morning, displayed in vivid, neon green digits that prompt a slight scrunch of displeasure from your face at the glaring brightness.

You remind yourself that this really has gotten better. It’s been weeks since the last time, and he’s been going to therapy like you suggested, even if he was a little unsettled by the idea at first. His new job cleaning up after club-goers at a nearby joint pays pretty well, all things considered, and with your income added to the mix, money is still tight at times, —but he’d decided after the first few sessions that you pressured him into that it was worth the trouble.

Still, that doesn’t negate the obvious. Mike has suffered a lot in his lifetime, and that’s hardly lent itself to consistency or stability. Some of it has been his own doing, while other parts have been far too out of his control, and he’s been learning how to maneavour his way around that misty grey area in between to the best of his ability. But he’s not ineffable, and sometimes, especially on nights like this, the cards fall where they may. At least this time he’s not waking up in a cold sweat, halfway to a panic attack, sweat drenching the mattress beneath him. At least this time he isn’t gasping for breath, clawing at something unseen in the shadows of the bedroom, jerking away like a rodeo bull the moment you reach out to ease him down. 

He mumbles something that sounds like a plea in his sleep, but it’s muffled by the pillow his face is squished against. If he weren’t obviously disgruntled, you might have been tempted to admire how cute he looked for a little while longer.

“Mike,” you say softly, reaching out to rest a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, “hey.”

He reacts slightly to the touch, but isn’t fully awake, so you try again.

“Mike,” you repeat, fingers curling around the curve.

This time, it’s enough. His eyes shoot open, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness, then locking on your face. He sits up slightly, perching on his elbows. The breath he lets out in the aftermath is sobering.

“Sorry,” he utters, letting his head hit the pillow unceremoniously.

You ignore the unnecessary apology in lieu of brushing some loose strands of brown hair away from his forehead.

“You alright?”

He gazes up at you with those sweet, puppy-dog eyes that he doesn’t even have to try to put on. They’re just his natural state, and heaven knows you could spend a few lifetimes gazing into them if it were possible.

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs a little, reaching up to grab your hand and hold it in his own.

His touch is so soft and tender, albeit calloused and a little clammy from the leftover adrenaline of his nightmare. He’s really come a long way, and you hope he knows that. You wouldn’t mind saying it, but he’d definitely get embarrassed by it, so you avoid laying verbal praise on too thick when you can help it. This time three months ago, he’d have been jumping out of bed to rush down the hall into Abby’s room, only letting himself relax upon seeing her sleeping form bundled up beneath her covers. Now, he takes a deep breath, exhales it slowly, and kisses your wrist.

“Nothing to worry about,” he assures you.

“I always worry about you,” you answer, offering him a lopsided smile.

He gives you a knowing look and replies: “That’s exactly the problem.”

You roll your eyes playfully and watch as he fiddles with your fingers for a bit before glancing in the direction of the clock.

“What time is it?” He asks.

“Too early for you to be awake,” you respond lightly. “You can sleep for a few more hours at least. You’ll need it.”

Mike nods, letting his heavy eyelids close again.

“Bit of an understatement,” he jokes.

It really is though. If anyone knows about hard work, especially hard work for the sake of anyone but himself, —it’s him. The least he deserves is a proper night’s sleep. You figure that’s why it’s so hard for you to see him like this, even when it’s getting better. You’d trade your dreams for his in a heartbeat if it meant he could be less haunted at night.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, voice laden with drowsiness.

He drops your hand only to open his arms, encouraging you to take your place on his chest. It’s comfortable and intimate all the same as you nestle against him, seeking comfort and closeness, and hoping with every fiber of your being that you can offer the same to him. Mike tugs the comforter up to your neck, one arm folding around your shoulders, thumb caressing the fabric of your pajama shirt. For a moment, you find yourself wishing you’d gone to sleep without it, just so he could rub against your skin directly.

You relish in his warmth, body molding to the contours of his own, —finding the closest thing you’ve ever known to heaven on Earth. Quiet connection simmers in the surrounding air, sparking like static electricity, and you let your eyes close.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly.

He probably won’t, but it’s always better to ask, if for nothing else than to let him know that the option is available.

“Not right now,” he replies, and though he’s turning your offer away, there’s an undeniable softness threaded amidst it all.

“Later, then?”

He hums, and you feel it ripple through his chest.

“Maybe.”

Later might never come, but that’s okay. As long as he knows that you’re a safe haven to seek refuge in, then that’s enough for you.

“Just get some sleep for now,” he continues, craning his neck forward to ghost his lips against your forehead, his stubble scratching your skin in a way that makes you smile on command.

“Night,” you mutter quietly, snuggling further into his chest.

“Night, baby,” he returns, smoothing a hand along your hair.

It’s quiet for a moment or two, and then he sheepishly adds: “I love you.”

No matter how many times you hear it, it still gives you butterflies.

“I love you too.”

[carigm]

About Dyersfilm’s “leak”

For all of you who don’t know, dyersfilm is an insufferable individual who used to go by the name of swiftlynatalia. She is racist, homophobic, transphobic, and even made fun of her supposed favorite actress’ eating disorder. However, people on Twitter (especially mlvns) entertain her because she had reliable sources during the filming of S4, and after during post production. She had some true leaks, many being the same that Reddit got right, while others only she had. She was also wrong about quite a few things, but generally she was reliable.

It is worth noting though that she is extremely biased against byler (many of the leaks she got wrong for S4 were pertaining their storyline) and absolutely hates the ship.

This time around, she was getting some leaks during the first couple of months of filming to her curious cat, but she herself claimed that these were not reliable leaks whatsoever and that she was pissed because this time she doesn’t have access to the real sources she had for S4. She has complained about this repeatedly for these past few months. The leaks she has gotten tho, many she has mocked and made fun of because they don’t align with what she wants from the show. She also made a “disclaimer” when the show started filming again that she would not be posting leaks about Byler because she hates us all, and yet every single one of those most likely fake leaks she got she posted, and many of them talked about Byler. She would post them and mock them for “clearly being untrue”. She has barely gotten a single Mlvn positive leak this whole time, and when she’s gotten at least something that alludes to them having scenes together she immediately ran to post it and alert all her friends, even tho she herself knows all of these are most likely fake.

For weeks now, her curious cat has been dry af because I guess nda’s are stronger this time, or no one wants to leak shit to her (she’s rude as hell). she posted the following ask 10 days ago. Someone asked her if she knew about any Mike and El scenes and she said no. Keep this in mind for what’s coming next…

Then suddenly yesterday, she alluded to a Jonathan spoiler she’s supposedly pissed about, but refused to post it like she’s done for everything else. People quickly thought it might involve Byler because she said she wasn’t going to post “leaks” about it, even though she had already lol. So they asked her and she said that “yes, it has to do with Byler.”

Then shortly after this someone asked about Mlvn again, this was just today. Again, note how she proceeds to say she knows nothing about Mlvn 😭

Bylers on Twitter noticed her answers about Mlvn and her comment about a supposed byler leak involving Jonathan and started speculating. She ofc noticed this, and not even after an hour of her saying she knows nothing about Mlvn she goes on to say this.

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She knows nothing but somehow she knows Mlvn is stable? The bipolar disorder of these answers could rival my own bipolar.

Mind you, we all know that she would’ve jumped up at the first opportunity to post any leak that implied Will was pining and miserable, her and her friends would’ve had a field day over it. And yet, she only clarifies this after…

Not to mention how utterly ridiculous this all is. They’ve filmed stuff up until episode 4 (from what we know), why the hell would Will be pining and hung up over Mike if Mlvn is endgame? That makes absolutely no fucking sense. They would have him immediately fully patch things up with Mike and move on, not be hung up on someone he can’t have in the middle of an apocalypse. Especially not after the Duffers said he’s getting a happy ending. Will getting a happy ending but still being in love with Mike halfway through the last season with Mlvn being endgame is absolute lunacy.

Especially when you consider the fact that narratively, in a sense, Will has already moved on. He doesn’t expect anything from Mike, he doesn’t think Mike can like him back. He saw Mike confess his love in front of El, he helped that confession happen. Will literally has no problem with Mlvn anymore pls 😭 He saved them!!

This is the most ridiculous shit I’ve ever read.

Will is somehow upset at Mike not feeling the same way…when Will already believes Mike doesn’t feel the same and doesn’t ever expect any reciprocation 😭

Either she’s wildly twisting this supposed leak out of context to fit her own perceived narrative of what should happen, or she’s straight up lying about this.

And we know she’s lying about Mlvn so…you people decide what you think of this buffoonery lol.

Wait for Reddit leaks y’all. This woman could get a legit leak saying Byler is endgame and dig her own grave before posting it.