i love you too mike

mikestanlon  asked:

henlo!!! i love u!! congrats on 1k!! my fave loser is mike, and my fave ship is bichie!! and my fave moments are any time mike appears !!💞🌸🌼💖

Aaaaaaaaaaah I love you too!!!!! Thank you so much! How can you not love Mike Hanlon tbh? Bichie is 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 And honestly that is a CONSTANT MOOD 💕💕💕

URL: meh | noice 👌🏽 | love it! | awesome sauce! | BEVERLY MARSH

ICON: meh | noice 👌🏽 | love it! | awesome sauce! | BILL DENBROUGH

MOBILE THEME: meh | noice 👌🏽 | love it! | awesome sauce! | RICHIE TOZIER

DESKTOP THEME: meh | noice 👌🏽 | love it! | awesome sauce! | STAN URIS

BIO: meh | noice 👌🏽 | love it! | awesome sauce! | BEN HANSCOM

CONTENT: not my fandom | pretty cool | noice 👌🏽| awesome sauce! | MIKE HANLON

OVERALL: okay | pretty cool | noice 👌🏽| awesome sauce! | EDDIE KASPBRAK

FOLLOWING: no sorry!!! | well i am now!!!! | ALWAYS AND FOREVER!

COMPLIMENT: PHENOMENAL BLOG! FOLLOW LIKE RIGHT NOW if you don’t already! 💕💕💕💕💕

rain (reddie) ch. 1

Type: Series

Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.

Pairing(s): Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: Your heart might hurt a little

A/N: I’ve written two one shots so far and people seem to like them, so I thought I’d try my hand at a full blown fic. I hope it takes off, because I have some great ideas for this. If you’d like to be updated with the tagging system on possible future chapters, just let me know! Oh, and the losers are around 27 years of age to help out a bit. There will be some stenbrough and benverly involved, but it’ll mostly center around reddie.

Also, big shout out to @r-u-reddie for being the beta of this fic. Without Rose, this shit would’ve been hella bad. She went the whole nine yards in being a beta, so she deserves major credit for this chapter and the next chapters to come. @reddie-asheck did a bit of beta-ing for the first half of the chapter, so they deserve a shout out as well! 

One last thing before I shut my mouth - The song I listened to to get into the mood for tihs chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy guys!

AO3 link coming in two weeks

Check out the new inspo tag here

“Richie, are you here?”

A trembling, but soft sigh sounded past the blue tinted lips of Eddie Kaspbrak as he closed the wooden door behind him, visibly wincing at the squeaking sounds of his sneakers as they collided with the hardwood floor beneath him.

It was raining. Hard. His previously dry jacket was now soaked to the point that his once-dry clothes took a heavy hit as well.

This caused Eddie’s body to tremble like an autumn leaf, but the immense relief he felt once walking into the warm apartment helped to curb the effect a bit.

“Richie? Did you fall asleep in my bed again?” Eddie called out once more, carefully removing his shoes before walking further inside of his small abode.

There wasn’t much to his apartment; it unfortunately lacked space. It contained one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/living room that shared the same area. In fact, the common area wasn’t too much bigger than his room, but that was fine to him. He had what he needed. Besides, living in New York meant that any decent apartment would cost a fortune.

He had done his best to make it his own by using subtle, but neat decorations to line his walls and inexpensive furniture in hopes of not making it too cluttered.

After grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, running it over his curls, Eddie walked over to his bedroom to see if his theory was correct. However, a deep frown began to settle on his face when he found both his bed and bedroom empty.

‘Where the hell is he?’ Eddie thought to himself, trying not to become worked up over his boyfriend’s absence.

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Rachel Bay Jones, Will Roland, and a good boye? All in the same picture? Sounds like a blessed image to me

(how I like to think the differences between 18+ stanlon/stike and reddie would go…)


Mike, coming over to the table with a sundae: I got this for us to share. you look beautiful today, you know. and I wrote another song that I’m going to play for you on my guitar later.

Stan, blushing and embarrassed and smiling with cute dimples: okay, I love you

Mike, with heart eyes: love you too


Richie, leaning over to Eddie as he adjusts his glasses: hey babe. me, you, backseat of my truck?

Eddie, with a mouth full of food: okay sure, just let me finish my pizza

Richie, loudly scooting the chair back from the table as he stands: just fucking bring it with you

“Jealousy”

A/N: This is set in modern day so don’t be confused when it says something about them talking out their phones.

Pairing: Richie x Eddie

Description: Richie is jealous because some guy is flirting with Eddie.

Warning: None really just some cursing, and making out. They are aged up so don’t flip out.

Word count: 1509


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anonymous asked:

Superhero Losers Club and Bowers Gang headcanons please :D

Losers Club

Bill: Enhanced strength. It’s a power that comes in handy in some situations but it’s rare that Bill ever uses it. His power is not that is easily controlled and it is easy for him to hurt someone using them. Bill’s powers are strictly for emergencies only. (unless it’s to impress a certain pair of boys *cough* Mike and Stan *cough cough*)

Eddie: Invisibility/Force Fields. Since his powers are more on the defensive side, Eddie sort of becomes the group’s protector. His invisibility proves to be quite tricky to control because when he’s upset or flustered parts of his body will begin to slowly fade away.

Bev: Energy manipulation. Her power is perhaps the most beautiful of them all. She can make galaxies in the palm of her hands. Literal galaxies. While her power is lovely it’s also dangerous. Her power also has the power to stun and incapacitate should she decide to throw it at you.

Mike: Empathy. Mike’s power is tricky and especially difficult to control. He can feel the emotions of every person around him and sometimes it’s hard to shut them out. He has a wonderful control over his power thanks to his grandfather. One perk of his ability is if he concentrates hard enough he can tap into the powers of those around him.

Ben: Teleportation. He can travel anywhere that he wants to (unless he doesn’t know where it is) at just the blink of an eye. Ben’s powers are actually rather easy to handle…unless you spook him. He’s already jumpy due to the Bowers Gang but if you so much as make him jump he’ll vanish for a second before popping back up.

Stan: Telekinesis. It’s a really difficult power to control but Stan manages just fine thanks to his parents. However he still has trouble when he gets upset or embarrassed. When he gets angry things will begin to shake around him like they’re about to fly up and fling themselves across the room.

Richie: Cyrokinesis or Ice Manipulation. While it is a rather destructive power, Richie tries to use his for good purposes and for good purposes only. He likes making little ice figurines for Eddie and he leaves them around his room (in the hopes that he’ll find them before they melt.)

Bowers Gang

Henry: Pyrokinesis or Fire Manipulation. A little ironic seeing as how Bowers is the biggest hothead in Derry after his father. His short fuse makes his powers dangerous to those around him. It doesn’t take much to make him go off and set everything ablaze in a moment of rage.

Patrick: Molecular Immobilization and Combustion. This basically means he can freeze people…and blow them up and his favorite thing to do is the latter. His powers aren’t necessarily hard to control but they can be if he’s startled but that rarely happens. When he’s angry it’s best to stay out of his way…but everyone already knew that.

Victor: Hydrokinesis or Water Manipulation. Most wouldn’t find Victor’s powers a threat or dangerous but it can be. He has a technique of his that he’s lovingly dubbed ‘Needle Dance.’ He created it one day after a heated argument with his parents. Only Belch has seen it and he’s never looked at Victor the same way ever again.

Belch: Shapeshifting. He can be any person or animal that he wants to be. It’s an ability mostly used for pranks and spying. Henry loves his friend’s powers because it’s his means of getting information on all the dirt that goes around in their school. Belch isn’t fond of the sneaking but it’s his best friend so he does it anyway.

In Your Arms

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Originally posted by bellamybalke

Summary/Request: Could you do a imagine with Steve where you guys are so cute and In love and somehow you die you can come up with it thank you!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2,872

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO, swearing, death.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing Steve and I got really carried away with this one I am sobbing and I am sorry! This turned out way sadder than I intended so if you wanted something fluffier I’m sorry! Let me know what you guys think! Some dialogue is taken straight from the show.

Listen To: Near Light by Olafur Arnalds (highly recommend)

Type in Bold is Flashbacks.xx

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It was a warm day in Hawkins, and the sun shone down on you as you sat at the picnic in table in the park.
Around you kids laughed as they played and birds tweeted but you were oblivious, too engulfed in the book you were reading.
You turned the page and continued reading when everything went dark.
Hands covered your eyes and you dropped your book to the table.
“Guess who.” A voice said.
It was a voice you recognised but they were disguising it with a rather bad attempt at an English accent.
“Grandad, is that you?”
You asked jokingly.
The voice sniggered slightly.
“I’ll give you a clue. Ridiculously good looking, great personality, even better kisser. Incredible hair.”
“Hmm. I don’t know anyone like that.”
The hands left your eyes and went to your waist.
You squealed as they tickled you and fell back into their arms.
“Steve! Stop!” You giggled.
“Nuh-uh, not until you say it.”
“You’re good looking!” You squealed.
His fingers tickled up under your arms and you twisted in an attempt to get away from him.
“Is that all?”
“Great personality!” You giggled. “Even better kisser!”
“And what else?”
He pulled you off the bench and laid you in the grass, hovering over you and tickling your sides.
“That was all!”
“How dare you!” Steve gasped in mock hurt.
“Incredible hair!” You squealed.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He stopped his attack on you and leant over you.
You pulled him into a kiss, although both of you were giggling too much to enjoy it.
He jumped to his feet and offered you his hand.
You accepted it and he pulled you up into an embrace.
“Sooo, my beautiful girl, what are you doing tonight?”
He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back to the table.
You shrugged and smiled at him as you returned to your previous seat.
“That depends, what did you have in mind?”
He grabbed hold of your hand and held it between both of his as he sat next to you.
“They’re playing Indiana Jones at the drive in and I thought we could have dinner at the diner first?”
“Sounds good.” You smiled and he leant forward and kissed you.
“I gotta go. Pick you up at seven?”
You nodded and pulled him back in for another kiss.
“I love you.”
You smiled against his lips. “I love you too. Always.”
Steve smiled and nodded.
“Always.”

“He’s waking up!” Mike yelled.
You glanced back quickly before turning your eyes back to the road.
“Steve?” You called.
A groan came from the back seat and you bit your lip as you turned a corner, gripping the steering wheel anxiously.
“No, don’t touch it.” You heard Dustin say from the back.
You glanced in the rear view mirror to see Steve lifting a hand to his bloody and beaten face.
“Hey buddy, shh. Its okay you put up a good fight. He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight. You’re okay.”
“Okay keep straight for half a mile then make a left.” Lucas said to you as he glanced at the papers in his hands.
You nodded.
Straight for half a mile. Make a left.
“Steve?” You called again.
You felt sick, not because of the danger you were heading towards but because of the fight you had witnessed.
Steve was the only thing you cared about right now. Oh, and the demadogs I  suppose.
“What’s going on?” Steve asked.
You looked back at him and he was staring at the kids crammed into the car around him.
Lucas was next to you in the front while Dustin, Max, and Mike were squashed in the back next to Steve.
“Oh-oh my god.”
“It’s okay Steve,” You called back soothingly.
You pressed down on the accelerator. The sooner you got there, the sooner you could comfort Steve and get this whole stupid idea over and done with.
“Whoa-whoa What’s going on?” His voice got louder and you bit your lip.
Everyone started yelling then.
Dustin was trying to calm Steve down, while Mike was saying “I knew he would freak out.”
And Steve was a mixture of groans and confusion.
“Make a left!”
You glanced back into the mirror, hating that you weren’t next to Steve to comfort him.
“MAKE A LEFTt!” Lucas yelled again.
What? Oh shit!”
You yanked on the steering wheel and the car screeched round the corner.
Max screamed in the back as the car spun out slightly and the kids all yelled.
“(Y/N)?!”
You turned back to see Steve finally registering who was driving the car.
“Yeah, it’s me Steve.”
“What the hell is going on?” Steve demanded.
You took a deep breath and ignored him, knowing he wouldn’t be thrilled by the fact you had given in to the kids and were on your way to the tunnels.
Lucas gave you a few more directions and you drove into a field, slamming on the brakes when the headlights landed on a patch of dirt.
The kids all clambered out of the car and you ran around to help Steve.
“Babe? Are you okay?”
He groaned as he fell to the ground and you helped him up, leaning him against the car for support.
Mike walked past you both, a rope and a tank of gasoline in his hand.
“Hey, where do you think you’re goin?”
He ignored Steve and knelt in front of the car.
“What are you, deaf? Helloooo!”
He turned to you.
“No, we are not going down there!”
Steve.”
“I made myself clear! There is no way we are going down that hole!”
“It’s the only way, Steve.” You told him.
“You can’t be serious? You actually agree that this plan is gonna work?”
You shrugged. “No.. but it’s the only plan we’ve got!”
“We had a plan! We stay on the bench, remember!”
“Listen to your girlfriend.” Lucas said as he and Max walked past you, both carrying tanks and torches.
“Babe, this is dangerous. We can’t-“
You leant forward, shutting him up with a kiss though you were careful not to place to much pressure on his swollen lips.
“We can.” You whispered.
“It’s simple. We just go in, burn this.. motherfucker to the ground and get out.”
“I promised I would keep them safe, that I’d keep you safe.”
You nodded and Dustin handed you Steve’s bat. You shoved it into Steve’s hand.
“So keep us safe.”

“(Y/N)! Hey! Slow down!”
You ignored him and kept walking, your arms crossing over your chest.
“Babe!”
His footsteps got louder as he chased after you but you kept walking up the darkened street.
“Hey!” He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.
“What!” You snapped angrily.
He shook his head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
He reached his hands out, placing them in your hips but you slapped them away.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” You yelled. “Are you kidding me?!”
You turned away from him and stormed off but he ran forward and stopped in front of you.
“God, Steve, if you want to be with Nancy you could have just told me!”
“What?!”
“I saw you!” You yelled. “Whispering to each other in the hallway! I’m not stupid, Steve!”
He began to laugh and you clenched your jaw.
“Fuck you, Harrington!” You shoved past him and stormed up the road.
“Babe! Babe!” He ran after you once more and grabbed your hand.
He pulled you back into his arms.
You squirmed, trying to get free of him but he held you to him firmly.
“I don’t wanna be with Nancy.” He told you, a slight hint of amusement to his voice.
You rolled your eyes and pushed your hands against his chest.
Still, he didn’t budge.
“She was helping me!”
You stopped and stared up at him. Your eyes were still full of anger but they softened when you saw the love shining in his hazel eyes.
Steve sighed and reached into his back pocket.
“She was helping me pick out this.”
He held out a small black box and you glanced at it.
“What is-“
“Open it.”
You swallowed and lifted the box carefully. You lifted the lid to reveal a simple silver locket on a chain.
“Oh Steve.” You whispered.
Both taken aback by the beauty of the gift and embarrassed at causing a scene.
You carefully lifted the necklace and opened the locket.
Inside was a tiny photo, the first photo you had ever taken with him and on the other side engraved was both his and your initials, and underneath read ‘Always’.
You felt tears swell in your eyes and you looked up at him to see him looking lovingly down at you.
“Don’t you get it? It’s you. It’s always been you.”
A tear fell and you pulled his lips to yours.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you pulled away.
He leant his forehead against yours and you both looked down at the locket.
“I love you, Always.” He said.
You smiled.
“Always.”

“Alright, Wheeler. I think we’ve found your hub.”
All of you looked around, shining your torches at the opening in the tunnel.
“Let’s drench it.” Mike said.
And so you did.
The smell of gasoline quickly filled your lungs as you covered the area.
You focused on the entrances to all the other tunnels while the kids sprayed the walls of the tunnels.
“I’m out!” Dustin yelled and tossed his empty canister into the centre of the clearing.
You shook out the last of your tank and tossed yours next to his.
The kids finished theirs and you all moved back to the start of the tunnel you had come out of.
“Get back.” You told the kids and made sure they were all behind you.
You knelt next to Steve and took hold of his hand.
He squeezed it comfortingly.
“Alright you guys ready?” Steve asked and pulled out his lighter.
“Light her up.” Nodded Dustin.
Steve flicked open his lighter.
“We’re gonna be in such deep shit.” He muttered to you.
You laughed and nodded.
He met your eye for a moment before tossing his lighter forward.
Fire ignited everywhere and you shielded your eyes as the tunnel burst into brightness.
“Let’s go, lets go!” Steve yelled.
You stood and ran.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Dustin was yelling.
“This way, this way!” Steve shouted and the kids ran after him.
You stayed at the back, making sure none of the kids got left behind as you navigated your way through the tunnels.
Mike stumbled over a vine and you stopped.
“Guys!” You yelled. Mike clung to your desperately  as the vine tangled around his leg and you kicked out at the vine.
Steve swung his bat and hit the vine and it curled away form Mike’s leg and you pulled him to his feet.
“Let’s go! We gotta go!” You yelled.
But then a bloodcurdling noise filled the tunnel and you all froze.
A demadog growled behind you and you only turned in time to see it pounce.
You screamed as you fell to the ground and the demadog ripped into your leg.
Pain spread through your whole body and you writhed in agony as the demadog ripped flesh from your waist.
Steve smashed his bat against it and the demadog flew to the side.
It let out a screech and it’s face opened up but Steve smashed it with his bat til it stopped moving.
“Steve!” The kids were yelling.
They hovered over you, their faces full of worry.
Steve pushed them out of the way and knelt by your side.
“Babe?! Oh god! Oh shit!
He glanced at your already paling face.
Your wounds were serious. The demadog had torn a chunk of flesh out of your right thigh and out of your side.
Tears began to stream from his face.
“Steve you have to go!” You sobbed. “You have to get them out, you have to leave me.”
“No!” He yelled.
“Steve you have to! There’s no time!  You have to get them out!”
Your face was wet with tears and Steve ripped the bandana from his face.
He crashed his lips against yours, earning a serious of ‘Ugh’s from the kids.
“I’m not leaving you.” He whispered.
He slid his arms beneath you and hauled you into his arms.
“Go! Run!” He yelled at the kids.
They obeyed and Steve went as fast as he could, carrying you through the tunnels.
“Stay with me babe.” He whispered.
“Stay with me.”



You sat in front of your dresser as you blow dried your hair, watching your work in the reflection of your mirror.
Once it was mostly dry you turned off your hair drier and sat up.
Almost instantly you heard a rapping against your window.
You glanced over to see Steve knocking lightly against the glass.
“Steve!” You hissed as you crossed the room. You opened the window and he clambered inside.
“Thank god, I’ve been knocking for ages.”
He flashed you his winning smile and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“You can’t keep doing this.”
He pulled you to him and planted a kiss in your lips.
“I can go,”’He kissed you again. “If you want.”
You moaned against his lips and shook your head.
He grinned at you and you pulled him to the bed.
The next ten minutes was spent kissing in the bed  and you pushed him away before things got too heated.
“We can’t, we’ll wake my parents!”
Steve sighed and rolled off of you.
“I can’t wait for the future. For our future.”
“Oh yeah?” You curled into his side and he stroked your hair.
“Yeah, I mean. We can have a house of our own. Whatever you want, wherever you want.”
You smiled up at him and he continued.
“With enough space for the kids to run around. God our kids are gonna be so good looking.”
You laughed. “Cause of their dad.”  You nudged him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Cause of you. You are.. so, beautiful.”
You blushed and he kissed your lips softly.
“I can’t wait to marry you. To grow old with you.”
You smiled at the idea and buried your face in his neck.
“Me too.” You whispered.
His hands ghosted down your back as he wrapped you in his arms.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
You smiled. “I love you too.”
He pulled back and cupped your face gently and his eyes were full of passion.
“No, I really love you. More than anything in this world.”
You smiled up at him. “I know. I love you Steve, always.”
He nodded slowly.
“Always.”




“Be careful!”
The kids hooked their arms around yours and Steve watched anxiously as they lifted you through the whole.
As soon as you were up he hauled himself up the rope and crawled across the dirt to where they had laid you.
“Babe! Shit baby stay with me!”
He ripped his shirt from his body and wrapped it around your leg.
You lifted your hand and grabbed his wrist.
He looked up at you, panic and pain in his eyes and you shook your head slowly, tears streaming down your face.
”Steve,”
“No!” Steve yelled.
He sobbed over you and pulled your body to him.
His hands wrapped around your head and he sobbed against you.
“Steve, it’s too late.” You whispered.
The pain spread through your body and you could feel the darkness creeping in and you knew.
You knew these breaths were your last.
Memories flooded your mind.
Your first kiss with Steve, the first time you saw him. The first date and how he had been late because “Hair this perfect takes time.”. The first time you said I loved you and the first time he said it back.
You closed your eyes and tears rolled down your cheeks.
You knew.
You knew he was your soulmate, your everything and you knew you had to leave him. You had lost too much blood already, your wounds were too severe.
You knew you were dying.
“Please, (y/n)!” Steve sobbed.
You lifted your hand to his swollen cheek and ran your thumb across his lips.
“I love you.” You whispered, “I love you so much.”
“No!” Steve yelled. “Don’t give up!”
“Steve.” You whispered, shaking your head against his chest. “Listen to me.”
Your breath hitched in your throat.
He met your eye and seeing the pain in his eyes tore you apart.
“I love you.” You told him.
Tears rolled down his cheeks and you gulped.
“I love you, (y/n). Please don’t leave me, please.” He begged. His body shook as he held you to him.
The darkness was spreading and you closed your eyes. “I love you Steve.” You said again.
He had to know.
“Always.”
“Always.” He repeated.
Sobs ripped through him as he heard your last breath leave your body.
“No!” He whispered. “No! No!”
His whispers turned to yells as he clung to your lifeless body and he knew in that moment he would give anything.
He would give anything to wake up and have this all be a bad dream. A weird, crazy fucked up dream.
But he knew it was real. Nothing had ever felt more real.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours.
His hand caressed your cheek and tears continued to stream down his face.
He pressed his lips against yours and closed his eyes.
“Always.” He whispered.
“Always.”

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We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was

“Mike?” El said.

“Hmm,” Mike hummed sleepily.


They were sitting on the couch in the Wheelers’ basement, Eleven leaning her head on Mike’s shoulder. Mike had been studying and invited El over to keep him company. Now, though, they were just sitting quietly enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence.


“Mike.”

This time, he opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked at her and smiled softly.

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?” she asked with wide eyes.

Mike almost choked on his own saliva.

“Uh… umm. Wh-what?” He gulped hard.

“Do you love me?” She repeated.


Over the past two years, she had acquired a much more expansive range of vocabulary and a greater understanding of basic concepts. Though she didn’t realize just how significant the weight of asking this particular question was.

Mike knew this. But that still didn’t stop pink from tickling his cheeks.


He may have only been 14, but he knew deep down what the answer was. He realized that it was not typical for someone his age to really have an idea what true love was, but then again they were far from typical teenagers.


Because they had fought interdimensional monsters together. He took her in from the rainy cold, not knowing who she was or where she came from. He gave her a home and a name. He had shown her more love and compassion in one short week than she had been given in her whole 12 years of life. He had waited for her for 353 days. He never gave up on her. He saved her. And she saved him.


He was in love with her. He loved her with every fiber of his being, and then some.


He looked into her warm brown eyes and took a deep breath.

“Yes. I love you, El. I love you very much.”

The tiny smile that Mike loved so much appeared. He can still remember the first time he saw her smile.

She spoke softly, “I love you too, Mike.”

Intertwining their fingers, he placed a kiss on her cheek.


He loved her.


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Sooo this is my first fanfic ever, it’s just a little drabble, but I don’t know I’m really proud of it actually. Please, please let me know what you think!! I would love to hear your thoughts.

And @maxmayfield @stevemossington @alltoowheeler you guys all said I can tag you :) please tell me what you think!

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We don’t know a thing about each other! I don’t know your name.

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Kid Nanaba with childhood friends from my tweeter dot com.
Also, a little talk, the anime additional scene gave me conflicted feelings and I felt really bad for her. Thus, I decided to color my old stuffs of happy kid!nana (and friendos)

I love giving vets happy childhood❤️❤️❤️ I hope you love happy vets too! :)

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a 2016-2017 syracuse crunch primer because this team meant everything to me. pt 2 coming because there’s a couple players i missed and also dan d'uva deserves recognition

🍑🍑👌

Each day we stray further from God’s light and I honestly can’t decide if I am thankful or not of this fact.

(I am so fucking late but who cares. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ at the end of the day this means one step closer to hell)

anonymous asked:

“don’t touch me!” with byeler

“Don’t touch me!” Will squealed, wriggling away from his boyfriend’s teasing fingers.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he curled up in a ball, his laughter like a beautiful melody. Discovering that Will was ticklish was the best thing Mike had ever done. It gave him leverage in near all situations.

“Give me the remote then,” Mike giggled as he went for Will’s underarms.

“No!” Will squirmed. “This is interesting!”

“This is not interesting,” Mike insisted, climbing on top of Will and straddling him all while continuing to tickle him and grasping for the remote.

Will had developed an interest in history documentaries and Mike did not appreciate it. They were currently watching one on World War II, and Mike was bored out of his mind.

“This is the shit straight men watch, Will,” Mike insisted, evoking a gasp of horror from Will.

“How–“ he was cut off by a fit of giggles as Mike tickled his stomach. His stomach was his weak spot. “How dare you? Here– jesus, stop! Here, take it!”

Will chucked the remote across the sofa and Mike grinned triumphantly, grabbing it and sitting back in front of the TV. He changed the channel to a game show and nudged over so he could rest his head on Will’s shoulder.

“I hate you,” Will muttered, but Mike knew he was smiling.

“I love you too.”

gimmemarveyalldaylong  asked:

Not a question, just a THANK YOU for sex shirt with visible chest, Harvey on my dash this fine day!

I was going to say you’re welcome and attach a coloured version… BUT I just spotted some amazing non-hetero behaviour, so instead -

That’s right, look at Mike’s eyes.  They are not on Harvey’s face when he asks, “Mike, what are you doing here?”  No, they are not.  All I have done is slow this scene down.  Mike is checking out that little patch of skin Harvey is showing off.

And I don’t know about anyone else, but it isn’t much of a stretch for Harvey to catch that subtle glance, and yank Mike inside by his tie and ……. NSFW!