💝Ryers: Richie is Mike's twin but he had to(or wanted to)move away to live with a relative for a couple years. When he gets back to Hawkins he doesnt have any friends. He never used to hang out with Mike and the rest of the party cause him and Mike fight. None of his old friends really remember him or care; Richie is sad but Will and him start hanging out and become not-so-secret boyfriends and they're always together (The party is confused but they don't really mind. Mike is a little salty)💝
Damn, anon, that’s one detailed ask. I hope you realize I come up with weird ass replies to prompts, so here’s my take on your cleverly crafted ask. Much love, anon :)
Under a normal circumstance, a person looking at a mirror receives the same feedback that person projects. If you look like shit, your mirror isn’t gonna lie to you. You trying to fake a smile? Your eyes will betray you faster than you can deny it.
Under a normal circumstance, your mirror shouldn’t do things outside your cue. Shouldn’t scream at your face with words so sharp, they could cut through steel. Shouldn’t punch you in the face so hard your nose starts to bleed. Shouldn’t splash you with a cup of tea so hot that it sinks through your clothing and burns your skin.
And as much as things were done and said in the pointless heat of the moment, things were done and said with sober thoughts behind them.
So, no, your mirror shouldn’t stare at you in the face with horror and apologies in his eyes when all you want to do is scream and curse and cry.
But sometimes mirrors do that – under abnormal circumstances. An occasion such as having an identical twin, a perfect replica, who hates your honest guts.
And sometimes all you can do is to get yourself out of that kind of environment, you know? Get some fresh air. Meet some new people. Find you a place where you can be yourself and not have to face the consequences of being compared to your well-loved mirror who’s a natural born leader when your ass is nothing more than an innate troublemaker.
Sometimes you just have to find you a group of friends you can call yours, not the hand-me-down kids your parents force you to hang out with because your awesome mirror picks the good kinds of crowd.
And before you know it, sometimes turn into months which turn into years, long enough to teach you the hard way that the place you’ve been looking for is a someone all along.
Someone you can call home. Someone who reminds you that what people say don’t matter half as much as you. Someone who turns your scars into landmarks of how you two came to be.
Someone who reminds you that the day you got your toys stolen was the day you two shared a piece of strawberry popsicle under the shooting stars. That the day you overheard your mirror’s friends diss you behind your back was the day you two spent a night in a secluded castle in the middle of the woods.
That the day you got burned on your chest was the day you two shared your first kiss as he patched you up and sent you off with a smile while you promise to return when you’ve found that place.
So, maybe you’ve gone a little twisted when your insides churn and your heart pounds when you see your mirror carry the expression you’ve been carrying all this time when he sees you holding your precious place in your arms with the promise of never letting go no matter what.