#stormypasta88

[stormypasta88]

will takes every opportunity he can to rub the fact that he's older than mike in his face. constantly abuses the "you'll know when you're older" joke and it makes mike so mad.

"will come on, i don't understand what this means." "it's alright mike, you'll know when you're older"

"you're literally older than me by like two weeks" "best two weeks of my life"

[catsbrak]

have you ever heard of stormypasta88? they’re roleplays are great. please check them out? Danny doesn’t get much love for all the work they do for this shithole of a fandom 😂. You don’t have too of course but consider it? Also I love you bye!

hello!! i don’t really follow roleplay style blogs/fics myself, but @stormypasta88 deserves a follow for anyone who’s into it, so please take a look!! (and thanks for the love, love you too!)

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Solitude

Solitude by stormypasta88

essentially, this is everything i've been through these past few months pushed onto denki :D

if y'all are interested, i can make a second part with lots o denki comfort :))

Words: 534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki's Mother, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Monoma Neito

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki-centric, Sad Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Kaminari Denki Angst, Depressed Kaminari Denki, Bakusquad, Mentioned Bakusquad, vent fic, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Projecting onto Kaminari Denki

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39465603

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Solitude

Solitude by stormypasta88

essentially, this is everything i've been through these past few months pushed onto denki :D

if y'all are interested, i can make a second part with lots o denki comfort :))

Words: 534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki's Mother, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Monoma Neito

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki-centric, Sad Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Kaminari Denki Angst, Depressed Kaminari Denki, Bakusquad, Mentioned Bakusquad, vent fic, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Projecting onto Kaminari Denki

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39465603

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

~upcoming stories~

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DgLFg1

by stormypasta88

upcoming prompts/ stories i'm interested in writing!

Words: 118, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Volleyboys in Love

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Matsukawa Issei, Yachi Hitoka, Ennoshita Chikara, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yaku Morisuke, Kyoutani Kentarou, Ukai Keishin, Karasuno Volleyball Club, Nekoma Volleyball Club, Haiba Lev, Iwaizumi Hajime, Nishinoya Yuu, Azumane Asahi, Tendou Satori, Yahaba Shigeru, Aone Takanobu, Sawamura Daichi, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Futakuchi Kenji, Aobajousai Volleyball Club, Fukuroudani Volleyball Club

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou, Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Goshiki Tsutomu/Shirabu Kenjirou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin, Haiba Lev & Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev/Kozume Kenma

Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, All The Ships, Third Gym (Haikyuu!!), Author Is Sleep Deprived, One Word Prompts, etc etc - Freeform, please give me ideas, i dont know what to write

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DgLFg1

[ao3feed-haikyuu]

Kuroo Loves Kenma

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/30QZnzY

by stormypasta88

yeah that's it.

sleepy volleyball cats do some cuddling

Words: 1048, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Volleycats in Love

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kuroo Tetsurou's Family

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags: Nonbinary Kozume Kenma, Protective Kuroo Tetsurou, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses, Volleyball Dorks in Love, Nobuyuki Kai (mentioned), Mentioned Yaku Morisuke, MAMA KUROO - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/30QZnzY

[ao3feed-kuroken]

by stormypasta88

yeah that's it.

sleepy volleyball cats do some cuddling

Words: 1048, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Volleycats in Love

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kuroo Tetsurou's Family

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags: Nonbinary Kozume Kenma, Protective Kuroo Tetsurou, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses, Volleyball Dorks in Love, Nobuyuki Kai (mentioned), Mentioned Yaku Morisuke, MAMA KUROO - Freeform

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/30QZnzY

[reddieao3feed]

The one where Richie gets his heart broken

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u30puk

by stormypasta88

Valentine’s Day 1985 was the day where Richie Wheeler decided he was going to tell Eddie Kaspbrak how he really feels.

 - this is the first fic I've written in like 3 years please excuse a horrible story line lmao

Words: 1583, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The One with the Wheeler Triplets

Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Goldfinch (2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Mike Wheeler, Boris Pavlikovsky, Theodore Decker, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Karen Wheeler, Sonia Kaspbrak

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Theodore Decker & Boris Pavlikovsky, Richie Tozier & Mike Wheeler, Boris Pavlikovsky & Richie Tozier, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier

Additional Tags: Sad Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler Are Twins, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Good Sibling Mike Wheeler, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler and Boris Pavlikovsky are triplets, boris pavlikovsky loves Theodore decker, I didn't know tagging was so hard, Richie Tozier Whump, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Little Shit

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u30puk

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hi so I’m thinking of applying for an admin position but I’m not sure what exactly I’d be doing. Would I be finding fics or fixing links (oop that rhymed) could you be a little more specific on what exactly you guys do on pfc? You’re doing great sweeties but I would just like more info. Thanks!

There’s a lot of stuff on here that you could do! Nobody has a specific job, we all just kinda group together and get things done. Of course, each admin has something they prefer to stick to on the blog and that’s fine, everyone has their own specialty. We don’t assign jobs or anything to anyone. Basically the blog has a lot of stuff on it. You can answer asks and find fics, fix broken fic links on masterlists/library/tags/etc, add fics to the library, add authors to the library, you can create masterlists, and we also have a few little projects that haven’t really been announced yet that we’re working on (: It’s basically just a hodgepodge of stuff! 

-Rachel

[stormypasta88]

will gets vecna’d and everyone freaks out (rightfully so) and panics. cassettes are flung across the room, headphones are on and it’s an intense round of the waiting game but will isn’t reacting.

mike gets an idea and sprints up the stairs to retrieve a box full of letters that he wrote when will was in california, but couldn’t work up the courage to actually send them. all signed with “love, mike”

back with will and slightly out of breathe, mike opens the box and digs out the very first letter in there. from september, written a few hours after will left.

ignoring everyone’s questions and looks of confusion, mike starts to read it. his poured out heart and deepest emotions that once met paper with a ballpoint pen, being read out loud in a room for 15 people.

“....I don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself now that you’re going to be all the way in California. This will be the longest we’ve ever been apart, and I’m not sure if I can handle it. But I know you can, you’ve always been the strong one out of the two of us. Since I know you can do it, I’ll do it too. Maybe it’ll make me crazy, but if I go crazy, I’ll let you know. We’re going crazy together, even if you’re across the country. I miss you already.

Love, Mike”

when mike finishes, the room is eerily silent with everyone staring at him. mike opens his mouth to explain when will suddenly gasps super loudly and falls over into mike’s lap. mike scrambles to catch him and just stares at will, hope and love gleaming in his eyes. 

“crazy together, huh?” will croaks. his voice is shot like he’s been screaming nonstop for the past 40 years.

and mike just breaks, throwing his arms around will and bursting into tears. loud, ugly sobs pull themselves out of mike’s chest, staining the room with grief and pain. will wraps his arms around mike and cries with him.

no one knows what to do, but they leave mike and will to have their moment together, after all they all know that it’s always been them.

mike and will. will and mike. byers and wheeler. 

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Shinsou Loves Denki

Shinsou loves Denki by stormypasta88

“Baby please. Denki, baby look at me” Shinsou begged as the blonde continued to bury himself into the taller boy's chest as if he were trying to merge.

Kaminari had been crying for the better part of 15 minutes now and Shinsou was running desperate. It broke his heart to see his beloved so upset, when the boy was usually so happy and energetic. And with that, Kaminari was never often upset to the point of tears.

Or Kaminari is upset and Shinsou is a good boyfriend

Words: 837, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki-centric, Kaminari Denki Angst, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Pining Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30770936

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Yeah, Totally Joking

yeah, totally joking by stormypasta88

based on the tik tok by @nat.sfc

linked here: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdHYnSf2/

jirou and mina say some mean words about kaminari's crush on shinsou but the boys aren't having it

Words: 1158, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki-centric, Kaminari Denki Angst, Pining Kaminari Denki, Protective Bakusquad, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Jirou Kyouka is a Little Shit

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32334109

[ao3feed-kurotsuki]

~upcoming stories~

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DgLFg1

by stormypasta88

upcoming prompts/ stories i'm interested in writing!

Words: 118, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Volleyboys in Love

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Matsukawa Issei, Yachi Hitoka, Ennoshita Chikara, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yaku Morisuke, Kyoutani Kentarou, Ukai Keishin, Karasuno Volleyball Club, Nekoma Volleyball Club, Haiba Lev, Iwaizumi Hajime, Nishinoya Yuu, Azumane Asahi, Tendou Satori, Yahaba Shigeru, Aone Takanobu, Sawamura Daichi, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Futakuchi Kenji, Aobajousai Volleyball Club, Fukuroudani Volleyball Club

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou, Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Goshiki Tsutomu/Shirabu Kenjirou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin, Haiba Lev & Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev/Kozume Kenma

Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, All The Ships, Third Gym (Haikyuu!!), Author Is Sleep Deprived, One Word Prompts, etc etc - Freeform, please give me ideas, i dont know what to write

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DgLFg1

[roobarrtrashmouth]

Life and Times of The Losers Club - Ch. 2

Thanks to @tinyarmedtrex​ for suggestions and beta-ing. You’re a rock star.

Feeling taggy

@tozier-verse​ @ahoytrashmouth​ @stormypasta88​ @honeybeehanlon​

Click the title to read on AO3

Mike and Stan - There’s no place like... Derry

August 2000

One more box. That's all that was left. One more box of memories. Memories of Stan, Boston, his co-workers from Beatley Library, everything from the last six years. He turns from the yawning emptiness of the rented moving van, to the farmhouse… to home. The outside of the house was in need of a paint job, but didn’t look bad, it just looked the same. The kitchen garden was where it always had been, it needed of a good hoeing, otherwise it looked the same. The barn where he and the Loser’s would hang out on weekends. The barn where his dad had stored their old pickup. Still standing, in good shape. The same, just older.

Memories.

He’s come home and is now being bombarded with memories.  The field out behind the house is where his dad had first hinted at the fire at the Black Spot. The if he looked down the dusty road he could see where the old Bowers place should have been. Long gone now, thank god. Memories of his dad, mom, the Losers and Stan. Always of Stan.

The old oak tree by the side of the barn, is where he had asked Stan out for the first time. He had been so nervous. It had been easy to get Stan to come to his house without the other Losers. They were still Magic Lucky 7, but they had all begun to hang out in pairs or triples, then they would all get together at someone’s house and spend the night together. They still had their standing dates, the quarry, movie night, dinner night. The doubles and triples were nothing bad or permanent, just something new and evolution. He'd asked him to come and check out a nest of birds in his oak tree. Not a lie there was a nest, but he knew what type of birds they were and that they were ok. Stan showed up exactly on time, as usual. Stan pronounced them standard Maine grackles. “You know what they look like Mike. Why’d you want me to come out here and look at them?” Stan asked curious at once.  Mike knew it was time. He indicated that they should sit under the shade of the oak. They leaned against the oak shoulder-to-shoulder and enjoyed the cool.  

“Stan.”  Mike began shyly. “ We've been best friends for a few years and have no secrets, right?”

“Yeah, of course. We don’t keep things from each other. I think we’re great friends. I enjoy spending time with you. Seriously, what's up?” Stan asked a bit confused.

Mike swallowed and without thinking blurted out, “I like you. A lot. I mean, really like you, and want to spend time together alone, more often. I… I… really would like to ask...if...”

Stan interrupted. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend, Mike?

“Oh shit. Y...y….yeah.” Mike clears his throat.  “Y...Yes I am.” Mike started out stammering and finishes strong which makes him feel more confident.

“Oh. Yeah. Ok. I'd love to.” Stan answers.

“That's it. You aren't going to… YES!” Mike says triumphantly and pump his fist. Stan smiles at his display.

“Mike. I like you, a lot as well. You're fun, you don't mind birding, you put up with my… moods and stuff,  you’re just sweet and caring and very good looking. Why wouldn't I want to date you.” Stan concludes with aplomb.

Standing and staring at “their tree” Mike thinks, “I never would have thought I would be moving back into my old house. Sure maybe some nice place in Derry proper, but not back home and sure as shit not with my mom. God what has my life come to?” He chuckles, bends down to pick up the final memory and take it inside.

He walks over the threshold and is immediately assaulted by more memories. If he looks at the door frame into the family room he can clearly see hash marks going up the frame. Each marking his birthdate and height from 1 to 18, when he left for college and a new life. Or so he thought. The stairs straight ahead he knows to skip the 4 and 10 one they creak loudly. The photos on the wall were almost all the same. Photos of grandparents, cousins, mom and dad as kids, when they were dating, marriage. He turns and see the newer photos cluttering the other wall, school photos of him, him and Stan around the farm as a few from Boston, him and the Losers, his dad and the Losers, all the new memories that were made after Michael Jefferson Hanlon came into this world.  

Jessica pokes her head out of the family room and looks at her only child with a mixture of sadness, love, and warmth. She makes her way to his side and puts an arm around his shoulder. He shoots her a quick glance and points at a particular photo and smiles sadly. It’s of the Losers and William, taken the summer before he passed. “The Losers and your Stan, " she says. That was always how Jessica referred to Stan, when he wasn't in the general vicinity, ‘your Stan’.

She continues, running a finger over William's image. "Your daddy was already sick when we took this one. Your Losers all came out to help us finish and close up for the farm for the season. Good kids, everyone last one of them. Your daddy liked them all and approved of Stan. But you knew that of course. Sure we were a bit sad we won't grandkids, but Stanley is good for you. You’re all good for each other. Remember that. Don’t fret Michael.”  she give him an affectionate pat on the shoulder, kisses him on the cheek and walks back to the family room.

Mike smiles fondly at his mom’s retreating back and turns to the other doorway. Off the main hall is the dining room and his mother’s undisputed domain, the kitchen, pantry and dining room. The furniture in the house was all the same and that made him feel comfortable. Safe. He remembered fondly all the times spent on this furniture with Stan watching movies, making out after his parents had gone to sleep. Time spent with the Losers and their movie marathons. So many things had changed and so many had stayed the same. Down at the other end of the hall was the sole downstairs bedroom, now prepped for it’s new occupant.

Mike looks at the boxes waiting to go upstairs and sighs sadly. He already missed the place he and Stan had shared in Brookline. They had made so many memories there, good and bad. But that was then and this was now and he had to put the past behind him and concentrate on the future.

He had only been back in town a few days and he had so much to get organized. He started his job at Derry Public Library in a week and a half. He smiled at that. He would be putting his all his degrees to work. Finally, he would be a librarian, and in the town he grew up in. He had the history of Derry collection to get organized. He already knew where the gaps in this town’s history were. Even if most of the population wouldn’t or couldn’t admit it. For some reason answering questions about why the latest issue of The Derry News wasn’t on it’s stick made him smile with eagerness. “God I’m such a librarian it’s ridiculous.” he thought to himself.  

As for the farm, well he wasn't going to be a farmer. Stan had been right about that. But he could manage one if needed. He was interviewing, later this week, a couple of crews to handle that. With him moving back into the farmhouse to help Jessica and keep an eye on her and the crew that was hired, he didn’t have to worry about rent. “Put that in the plus column I guess,” he shook his head as he thought that.

He walked into what had been his dad’s farm office, now his office, he thought glumly and dropped the box. It was full of his books and they would be joining or replacing some of the volumes William had kept on his shelves. Mike pulled the copy of the Old Farmer's Almanac at random. It was from 1991 and held it. “I’m keeping this for sure. Great year.” He thought. As he scanned the room, Mike saw items that were William’s; his pipe, old hat, dusty ledger, he suddenly and fiercely missed his dad. He really wanted to take one more ride in the old pickup around to the back acres of the farm. Dad behind the wheel, cussing at the old pickup, willing it to keep running. The missing windshield allowing a cool breeze, and bugs into the cab, the truck bouncing down the furrows.  Mike listening to his dad talk about the town and farming, he would ask his dad for advice. Had he made the right decision? Should he have put Derry in his rear view mirror and just never looked back. Like he was sure the other Losers had done already. Dad would know what to do and say to cheer him up, or simply kick him in the ass. Either one straightening Mike out. But sadly dad was gone and he couldn’t consult him.

He was dependent on his own counsel and he was afraid he was fucking up royally. He could almost hear his dad say as he shifted gears in the old pickup, smile, “Mikey, if you listen to your heart and do what you feel is right, you will wind up a good man. You hear me, son? Listen to your heart.” Mike shook his head and hoped that he had followed his dad’s advice.

Taking some books out from his box he remembered the day he told his dad that he was not only gay, but in love with a white boy. It was in this very room. William was sitting back going over the books, Jessica was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, and Mike was sitting in the chair opposite his dad. In a muck sweat, his left leg bouncing up and down, trying to get his breathing under control. William looked up at his only child, “What’s ailin’ ya Mikey? Everything OK with school? I know ya don’t have to worry about Bower’s little shit no more. With him up in Juniper Hills and all. Ayuh, that’s taken care of. Spit it out son, what’s wrong with ya?”

Mike swallowed and felt his adam’s apple move up and down. His mouth was suddenly dry. This was a bad idea. They could just keep it all a secret for a bit longer. “MIKE.” William snapped. Automatically Mike answered, “Sir?” “Spit it out son. What’s on your chest? You can barely breathe.” William said in a gentler tone.

Mike had to do this. Stan had told his parents yesterday and that had gone well. So the clock was ticking. He had to tell his parents.  “Dad. I don’t really know how to say this. I… I … I’m not like other boys.” MIke stammered. William prompted Mike with “Ayuh, your the son of a black farmer so no yer not.” Mike plunged on, “No. Not just that. I… you see dad. I like boys the way I should like girls.” Mike held his breath. All he got in response was low humming from deep in his father’s throat. He still hadn’t even told him the worst news, that boy was Stan.

William put up his hand in a stop gesture and hollered, “Jess! Come here to the office right quick.” He pointed at Mike, “You be still.” They waited in silence as Jessica walked into the room and sat in the chair next to Mike. “What’s got the two of you so quiet in here?” Jessica offered with a smile. William gestured to Mike, “Our son has something to say to us. Mikey please repeat to your mother what you just told me.” Mike swallowed even harder and thought for sure he was beginning to see stars dance in front of his eyes. “Go on Mikey.” William prompted again.

Mike cleared his throat “Mom, dad I like boys. I’m gay.” he held his breath. Jessica eyes widened a bit and she looked at William and he nodded. “How long have you known?” She asked. This was good, no screaming and yelling Mike thought. “‘Bout a year, maybe more.” He lied, for sure more, replied.

“Is there someone special?” she asked again with Will looking on. “Yes” Mike offered. “Who?” Will asked. A deep shaky breath, “Stan… Stanley Uris.” Mike literally winced waiting for the outburst. “At least it’s not the Tozier boy. I like him, but he’s a bit much Mikey. It was also bound to be one of them Loser’s Club white boys. With all the time you spend running around with ‘em.” William said with a chuckle and Jessica reached over and patted Mike on the leg. Mike is dumbfounded. Nothing. No yelling, no screaming. “You’re not disappointed or mad?” Mike stammered. “No. What kind of parents would we be if we didn’t know which team our son batted for? We like Stan. But things are gonna change a bit. Those solo sleepovers will have to be reconsidered. We will also want to meet his parents.” William concluded. They all talked for a bit and finally Mike went up to his room. Closed the door, fell on his bed and just wondered why he had been so nervous. Looking back on it, how could he have ever thought it would turn out any differently.

“Michael Jefferson Hanlon get in here and move these blasted boxes from my dining room. How do you expect me to serve dinner? On the back of cardboard boxes. I damn well don’t think so.” Jessica roared from kitchen shocking him back to the present. Mike shook his head and thought, “Back home less than a week and she's already using my full name.”

He left the office and its few boxes and went into the dining room to do as his mom bid. “You know mom, you don’t have to cook.” Mike called from the dining room.  “I am perfectly capable…” Mike started as he was cut off, “This has been my kitchen for years Michael Hanlon. No one is pushing me out, yet. Do you get me?” Jessica fired back. “Yes ma’am.” Mike answered automatically and instantly rolled his eyes. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me young man.” Was the response he got. The boxes in the dining room actually belonged in his room.

With dinner just about done, the offending boxes were moved to their rightful places. Mike was setting up the table for dinner. Yet another childhood chore he found himself automatically falling back into. “Mom. Everything’s ready. How long until dinner? I still have to square away the other boxes. I guess I keep the truck tonight and return it tomorrow. It’s gonna be too late to return it tonight.” Jessica walks into the dining room, “Mikey it’s almost done. Don’t fret. You’ll have time to organize. Isn’t that rental due back tomorrow anyway?” They both heard a key slide into the lock and the front door open.

“Hi honey I'm home.” Stan calls cheerfully as he puts his bag and keys down on the table by the bannister. Mike walks into the foyer, gives Stan a hug and a kiss. “How was work?”

“You know, the same. The bank isn't used to having such great financial planner and CPA on staff yet.” Stan said. Back in Brookline after a sleepless night for Stan and Mike. They sat and had good talk and in the end Stan had made the decision, “Shep, I love you and I’d follow you anywhere. Hell I’d even go back to Derry and back into the sewers so long as you were by my side.”

Mike had smiled and said, “I”m still sorry we have to move back. But thank you for being so understanding. I love you Will. Thank you. I owe you so much.”

“Oh yes you do and don’t think I won’t collect someday, Mikey.” Stan had smirked.

Stan had moved back to Derry before Mike. Ironically Mike had to give longer notice at work than Stan had. After agreeing to move back, Stan had called his parents and told them the good news, then he used his connections to land a job at a bank/accounting house here in Derry. He had been in town for a more than a week already, splitting his stay between his parent’s house in town and the farm with Jessica. He didn’t want to move into the farmhouse until Mike arrived with all their shit from Brookline. Jessica had been understanding but still had given Stan and Mike a hard time about it.

“What’s left to do Shep? Eat only I hope.” Stan says as he pushes Mike from the hug to look him in the face.

“No such luck babe. There are boxes a plenty to be sorted still.” Mike answers with a toothy grin.

Stan pouts, “Didn’t you do anything while I was work?”

Jessica walks into the foyer and Stan walks over to give her a hug. “Mom sends her best and says that we need to get you over for dinner sometime this week. How was he today? Get on your nerves at all?” Stan to which Mike playfully punches him in the arm.

“I only had to use his full name once today, so its been a good day. Once you both get changed and washed up we can sit down for dinner.” Jessica groused at the two men. Playfully waving them to their room.

“Jessica you are going to spoil us with all of your wonderful cooking.” Stan smiles and gestures for Mike to follow him upstairs. Which he does. Once upstairs they walk into what had been Mike’s parent’s room. The largest in the house. Jessica had insisted and more to the point she wanted the room on the ground floor on the opposite side of the house for reasons obvious to to them all. Stan pulls Mike into a hug and gives him another kiss. “I love you Michael Jefferson Hanlon. I'm glad I followed you back home. It’s been much better than I imagined.”

“I’m glad that I didn’t force us into a break up with my insecurity. It’s weird to be back in my old home. But if I had to be back here I couldn’t pick a better person to remake memories with.” MIke admits.

Stan smiles lovingly at him and walks over to boxes. He digs around until Mike hears “Here it is.”and pulls out a shirt that says “Someone at Simmons University Loves Me” and pair of sweat shorts. “We need to hurry up. We don’t want to give Jess the wrong idea, at least not yet.” He wags his eyebrows at Mike.

Mike pulls Stan in for a quick hug. Then pushes him back to look into Stan’s eyes and says, “I love you Stanley Wyatt Uris. You’d better finish getting changed and get back downstairs I don’t want to be the one to tell mom we were getting it on.” Just then Jessica calls, “Stanley stop kissing that boy and the two of you get down here, dinner’s getting cold. I swear I talk just to hear my head roar.” The two of them chuckle and Mike calls down, ‘Yes ma’am.” As Stan goes to the the boxes piled on the bed and moves them off. Clearing the bed for later. Mike glances at the wooden jewelry box on top of the dresser. He smiles, because in that box is his father’s old ring. The one he is going to use to propose to Stan.

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mike has this weird thing where he feels this urge to just be held and comforted but he feels guilty for craving comfort so he doesn’t ask anyone for it and just holds onto his pillow a little tighter that night when he goes to bed. will can always tell when mike gets like this, and sometimes catches it before mike does. and so he created a cheat code. 

it started one summer when they were around 9 years old, hanging out in mike’s basement as a desperate attempt to escape the evil indiana sun. their escape attempt only helped for so long, and will could see that mike was starting to grow restless with his need to be held. so will does the very first thing that comes to mind to get them out of this situation. he asks mike if his mom bought any popsicles.

mike, thoroughly confused, says yes and gets up and leads will upstairs to the freezer where they keep the popsicles. mike goes to grab one out of the freezer when will suddenly throws his arms around his waist. it’s way too hot for hugging, especially so close together, but it just feels right to hold onto mike. mike hesitantly wraps his arms around will too, about to ask what this is about when will cuts him off. 

“you’re a great friend mike, i’m so glad we’re best friends.” 

and suddenly 9 year old mike wheeler can breathe again and that random urge is gone.

there were very few instances where mike would get this urge since the very first popsicle, but will was always there to fix it. mike would get these urges out of nowhere, and will would always notice and hug/ show mike affection quietly and ask for a popsicle. 

no matter the weather, they would always have popsicles. whenever will asked for one, mike would always throw himself into will’s arms and make himself as small as possible, as if he were trying to fit inside of will’s ribcage. 

it was always accompanied with small words of praise and affection, small bandaids placed over the cracks in mike’s wilted self-esteem. will could never piece together why these urges were happening, and what made them so frequent but he always knew how to fix it.

when all the upside down nonsense started to happen, mike’s urges were doubled in frequency, but will couldn’t ever fix them because mike had el now. 

mike would never admit it, but el never soothed the urge as well as will ever did. she made it better, yes, but she didn’t make it go away like will did. 

when the byers and el moved away to california, mike started to ignore those urges and put his time into small time hobbies and lollygags to get his mind off the clawing ache in his chest.

the worst urge that mike and will had ever experienced together came shortly after vecna had put max in the hospital, mike and el had their big breakup fight and the world was generally going to shit. the wheeler family home was decided to be homebase, and there were always multiple bodies in multiple spaces in multiple times. except mike’s room, which only held mike and will. no one else. 

a few days after the california crew returned to hawkins, mike found himself sat on his bed facing the wall, and just feeling a hole carve itself into his chest, leaving a soul-crushing bitter emptiness in its place. wrapping his arms around himself and hugging a pillow didn’t help and so he continued to stare blankly at the wall. will walks in to find mike staring, absently clawing at his chest through his thin black t shirt.

he walks around the bed to sit next to mike before slowly wrapping his arm around his waist and putting his head on mike’s shoulder. the room is quiet, the only sound is the faint arguing of meaningless topics below, and mike’s quiet, shuddering breath. only to be interrupted with a quiet,

“hey mike? do you guys have any popsicles?”

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