this boy i swear it's so adorable and has horrible jokes

I (Heart) Pamela Crimson

Summary: Mike finds a drawing in Will’s notebook of a girl with curly blonde hair, and above it, the words I (heart) Pamela Crimson. He doesn’t know why it makes him uncomfortable, but he starts to pay more attention to Will after that – and more attention to himself, too.

Guys this is my first Stranger Things oneshot ever and I’m sorry if it’s not that good. Oh, and english is not my first language, so sorry if I made any mistakes!

I want to tag @eddieisalover because I said I would tag her in my first fanfic xD also @milagric because she always likes my posts and I love her for that <3 and I think I used a reference to one of @gaywillbyers fanfics in this. The one where Will color codes the notes in his notebook? Yeah, I think so.

Anyway, enjoy your Byeler <3

“Hey Will, can I borrow your notebook?”

The smaller boy looked over his shoulders to a smiling Michael Wheeler, who after all the past year’s mourning over Eleven’s disappearance, seemed to have all figured out. Will tried his best to be happy for Mike, since he was shining brightly with his “kind of” girlfriend –  okay, girlfriend – but the more he thought about it, the more it made him sad.

Eleven – Jane, for everyone else – was actually really nice and he loved her as sister. So, Will kept all his feelings for Mike Wheeler to himself, and hoped a black hole would eat them while he died every single day.

“Yeah, sure, Mike. Just a second.”

He grabbed a hand of papers in the back of the notebook – full of useless drawings, doodles and confessions he would never make to Mike – and took it off rather roughly, handing in to Mike not so subtly.

“Wow, what did you have there?” the taller boy smirked, and Will looked away so he could not see him blush.

“Shut up. Anyway, I didn’t write that much today in class, but since you were sleeping…”

“Now you shut up” Mike smiled, and Will could not help but smile too. “History is boring”

“Sure is, have fun with a lot more boring notes!” Will waved, and before Mike could say anything, he was gone.

Mike wanted to say you’re not boring. Nothing you do could ever be boring.

But Will didn’t know that.

Mike sat alone in lunch time, for there was going to be a history test the next morning, and he really had to understand the subject. So he opened Will’s notebook, expecting the colorful marks in every important points - and probably adorable cartoons of historical figures.

But what caught his attention was none of those things. In the upper corner of a page, there were random words and some swearing (who would say Will Byers could swear, even by writing), and a drawing. A drawing of a girl, with curly blonde hair, big blue eyes and a classy posture that he knew quite well. The girl was Pamela Crimson, and he didn’t have to read the words above to figure it out.

But he read anyway. And somehow, he found himself feeling a little angry.

I <3 Pamela Crimson

Pamela Crimson, a random girl who sat in the back of the room at science and history class, who always seemed to be surrounded by jerks and had the most annoying laugh.

Sure, she was pretty. A lot of girls in Hawkins were pretty, indeed.

But why Pamela Crimson?

Why a girl?

The last thought startled him a little. He was with El, the girl he called for 353 days, the one he dreamed about, and talked about, the one who saved him. The only girl he would ever love.

So why was he mad? Shouldn’t he be happy for Will? For finally getting back to normal? To finally start to like someone, and trust someone else? It’s been over a year since that horrible thing got him, and even though he still had nightmares once in a while, he was much better.

So, why was he uncomfortable?

Mike started to overthink. By overthinking, he started to stare and glare at the drawing in the paper, not even blinking. The history test was soon forgotten, and Lucas had to call him three times so he would listen.

“MIKE!” he shouted, and Mike looked at him confused.

‘What the hell, Lucas?”

“Dude, you said you wanted to study, but you didn’t even turn the page!” he frowned, and when he was about to look at the doodle, Mike closed the notebook.

“I guess Will wants it back” he muttered, and Lucas looked at him weirdly.

“You bet. Lunch time is over”

“R-Really?” Jesus, how long has he been thinking?

“Yeah, Wheeler. Wake up!”

Mike sighed and followed the sea of students that left the lunch room and went to the corridors. He still knew nothing about history, but his feelings were a bigger problem.

Pamela Crimson. Tch.

“Mike” El greeted him with a peck in the cheek when he decided to visit her over at Hopper’s. He newest dad decided that she should receive a year of homeschooling before starting school for real, figuring out that she might not have had that much of an education back at Hawkins lab. Eleven was still a quiet girl, but she knew a lot of new words and was starting to socialize more, which made everyone – especially Mike – very happy. “How are you?”

“I’m fine” he blushed. “Though I have a history test tomorrow, and I know nothing.”

“Well, that’s bad.” she muttered. “I’ve been learning some history with dad today. Did you know Hawkins was founded more than four hundred years ago?”

Mike chuckled at her enthusiasm, which he found endearing. “Yes, I knew that. What else have you been studying? Tell me everything.”

He sat down at the table beside her. There were eggos in a plate and a lot of books and pencils all over it. Eleven liked studying, because it was a right that had been partially taken from her all these years. Now, she was almost getting to their level, all by herself, and Mike couldn’t be more proud. Besides, her bond with Hopper had gotten even stronger, and now she called him “dad”.

“I have daily new words, you know that right?” she asked rhetorically and Mike nodded.


“So, sometimes, dad lets me pick a word, some word I heard or one I read somewhere. You know what my new word is?”

He shook his head, smiling. El offered him an eggo, which he accepted gladly.

“Today’s word is… gay

Mike almost choke with the food, coughing uncomfortably.

“I’m-I’m sorry” he coughed again. “What… What is the word?”

“Gay” she repeated, sounding a little confused. “You surely heard about it before. It’s a person who likes someone that’s similar to them. Not like you and me. It would be like… Me and Max”

“Do you like Max this way?”

“No” she blushed furiously, and turned to look at the plate of eggos. “It means boys who like boys and girls who like girls. I didn’t know it was possible, I find it kind of…” she struggled to find a word, and Mike helped her.

“Nice? Endearing?”

Endearing.” She replied, happily. “I like this new word”.

Mike tried to kiss her when he was about to leave. He wasn’t surprised when he couldn’t do it.

Mike kept thinking about the definition of gay in his head. A boy who likes boys. A girl who likes girls. Could a boy like boys and girls at the same time? Could a girl like boys and girls at the same time? Would that be so insane?

He thought about Pamela Crimson. Cute Pamela Crimson, with her red sweaters and beautiful smile, laughing at some of Will’s nerdy jokes and blushing at one of his drawings. Adorable, sweet, kind Will Byers, kissing Pamela Crimson’s reddish lips in a Thursday afternoon after class, when no one is around and yet everyone knew something would happen eventually.

He thinks about Mike Wheeler, watching them from a distance, and clenching his jaw, mentally complaining that Will should be kissing someone else.

Nah. He shook that feelings and thoughts away. That’s stupid, Wheeler. You’re just concerned about him. You can’t have your best friend all to yourself forever.

However, sleep didn’t come. His brain mixed a lot of completely catastrophic scenarios featuring Will Byers and Pamela Crimson, and each of them looked terrible at his eyes. Will’s soft hair and brownish green eyes were constantly looping in his head, and he felt like a creep. Anxiety took over, insomnia showed up, and he only went to sleep when the sun rose and the smell of a failed history test filled up the room in its disastrous sadness.

“Man, I can’t believe you got an F” Dustin exhaled, unhappily. Mike, however, just wanted to go home and sleep until he died. “You got Will’s notes dude, he color codes them.”

“I know, alright? I know, dammit.” he sighed, and Lucas looked at him like he knew every single worry in his soul.

“Is it something with El?”

Mike eyed him, confused. “What?”

“Is it about El? Is she alright? Did you guys have a fight?”

Max snorted, and Mike, to be honest, felt like snorting too.

“Eleven and Mike? Fighting? It’s more likely Will becoming Superman or something”

Hey!” he exclaimed, furrowing his brown that Mike hated to find cute. “I’m a damn hero!”

“Aaaaaaw, look at you swearing…!” Max started to pinch his cheeks, and Will blushed mercilessly.

“Stop it Max! We’re in the corridors…”

“No, this has nothing to do with El” Mike returned to the topic, even though he wanted to be left alone. He knew his friends wouldn’t stop bickering until he told the truth – but what was the truth? What was he feeling, anyway?

“Then what is it, man? You can tell us! You know we won’t judge” said Dustin, and the more he pleaded, the more Mike wanted to hide.

“Yeah! I mean, sure, if you want to keep this personal… But if it’s bothering you, we can help.” Will continued, acknowledging Mike’s obvious change of humor. Two days ago, he was shining bright like a diamond – now, he felt like burning the feelings department inside his brain.

“Thanks guys, but this is a very, very personal problem. It’s something I have to deal myself”

Excusing himself, Mike Wheeler left to his next period, and all four of his friends were staring at his back like he was a brand new person – and maybe he was.

Over the next few weeks, Mike had come to observe not only Will, and not only El, but himself. He kissed El in the lips every once in a while, and even tried more intense moves with her – the further a 15-year-old could. Every time he was with her, and every time he looked into her eyes, he knew: he liked girls.

But then, there was Will.

Will Byers, the boy with the bowl cut. The boy with artistic soul and good heart. The boy who survived the Upside Down and The Mind Flayer. The boy who came back to life. The boy he met at the swings when he was in kindergarden. The boy who has been his best friend ever since. The best thing he’s ever done.

When he was with Will, he felt like he could be anyone and be himself at the same time. He felt like he could be flawed, and felt like he could be perfect. He was loved so innocently and so intensely at the same time, and every time he looked at him his heart swelled and broke, because he was too good for all that crap.

And with crap, he means Upside Down, Demogorgon, Mind Flayer and, of course, Pamela Crimson.

So, every time he was with Will, he knew: he liked boys.

What, then?

After everything that he and his friends been through, liking both sexes was the least weird thing ever. But still, he only heard about gays and lesbians – and not even good things. Society was conservative, people were prejudiced, feelings were confusing and apparently, Will liked girls.

But what if Will was like him? What if he liked boys too?

He felt like a creep, again. A freak, someone who should be hidden somewhere dark. Was there anyone like him? Was he only indecisive?

He had to tell someone. But who?

Mike was staring at the door for what felt like ages.

He knew what she was doing, and probably how she would react to him knocking at her door this time in the evening. He almost gave up many times, imagining the look in her face when he told her the truth – the horrible, messed up, weird truth.

But then, he decided to knock. She would find out anyway.

“Mom?” Nancy asked, her voice stuffed by the door.

“No… Hm, it’s… It’s Mike.” He stuttered, feeling all the confidence he had built up behind that door to vanish as soon as he started talking.

“Mike?” Nancy seemed a little startled. Mike never really talked to her, let alone knock at her door to do so. Nonetheless, Nancy tried to be rational, and concluded he wanted, perhaps, to ask just a stupid question or annoy her as always. “What do you want?”

“Can I come in? I need to talk to you” he gulped, asking himself why Nancy specifically. He could have just waited until he was completely mad or dying suffocated by his own feelings. Was he jumping to conclusions? Was his crush on Will just a misunderstanding?

“Come in” Nancy tried to not sound worried or confused, but those were the only words that could describe her tone of voice. Mike entered the room, messy with lots of books and notes for her final exams before college, and sit on the edge of the bed. Nancy stopped everything she was doing before and stared at Mike, worried.

And in that moment, he realized, things were about to change.

For good.

“I think I might be gay.”

Nancy gulped. She got a little bit closer and held his hand, and Mike somehow felt a lot weirder and a lot more comfortable at the same time.

“Mike… Listen…”

“I’m not done yet.” he continued, and Nancy frowned, but let him speak. He blushed deeply, and took about five excruciating long seconds for him to confess again. “I also like… Girls.”

Nancy stared at him with an even bigger frown, but then just looked lost.

“How… Mike” she shook her head, extremely confused, still holding his head. Mike felt his heart starting to race painfully in his chest, his palms starting to sweat. “You can’t be gay if you like girls.”

“But…” he started again, but it was Nancy’s turn to stop him.

“Listen, Mike, I know you might be confused about your sexuality, but you can’t be gay if you like girls, and you can’t be straight if you like boys.” She said, so calmly, and Mike suddenly reminded himself why he came to Nancy.

“Is this about Will?”

Because Nancy would understand. She had been a confused teenager before, might still be. He couldn’t be there for her, but she was for him.

“How do you know?” he blushed and turned his gaze away, although he was smiling – and he could feel Nancy smiling too.

“Duh, have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s head over hills!”

Once he heard that, Mike felt his stomach flutter and he could definitely die right there. Will, in love with him? How surreal was that?

“And apparently, you feel the same way too” Nancy continued, and Mike turned to look at her.

“But I still love El. I mean, I do, but not like I did a year ago or something.”

Nancy sighed. “Yeah, I know how that feels.” She made a ‘been there, done that’ face, and suddenly he thought of Steve Harrington. “You know what you have to do Mike. Trust me, I know he feels the same. Go for it.” She smiled, and Mike felt a strange rush of love for Nancy that he hadn’t felt in so long.

Things were about to change.

Nancy. His annoying older sister who was nothing but the stereotypical teenage small town girl in his eyes, was now about to move to some college far away. His sexuality was a mystery, what would happen after all that, an even bigger one.

“You’re right. I gotta talk to him!” he jumped excitedly and rushed to the door, only to be stopped by Nancy’s yelling.


“Dammit, what is it?” he grumpily asked, his face all scrunched up. Nancy gave him a dirty look.

“You have to talk to your girlfriend first!”

Mike stared blankly at the wall for a fat second, and then let out an annoyed sigh.

“Geez, Nancy, I know that!” he scoffed, going down the stairs pretending like he wasn’t about to cheat on his beloved Eleven/Jane. Nancy rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Whether Mike liked boys or girls – or both, as he implied – Nancy didn’t care. He was her brother after all – the same annoying little brother.

And though things were about to change, she knew some things would always stay the same.

Mike biked his way to Hopper’s house. It was late, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to show up like this, but he had to. He had to tell El as soon as possible – or else he would explode. The more he thought about Will, the more he felt bad about his relationship with Eleven. Avoiding the grumpy face of Jim Hopper, Mike knocked softly on El’s window, wishing she wouldn’t use her powers – especially on him.

“Mike?”  Eleven showed up seconds after, like she knew he was there all along. Mike reminded himself of El’s connection to other’s minds and psychic abilities, and suddenly felt afraid. He entered her room without any sort of permission, climbing onto the wooden windowsill with his long skinny legs.

Surprisingly, El didn’t ask him what was he doing there, why at that time in the evening, and why so suddenly.

She already knew.

“I don’t love you.” He opened up. He expected to feel sad, although the only feeling inside him was relief, and a little bit of concern. Jane’s face was blank and calm, like most of the time. “At least not like I did a year ago, or two years ago. I’m so sorry.”

Please don’t hate me. He wanted to say. He suspected she could somehow read his mind.

Eleven sighed, and, for his (another) surprise, hugged him.

“It’s okay.” She reassured him, with her soft head in his chest and her arms around his waist. He held her back and soothed her calm petite figure for what seemed to be the last time. “I don’t think I love you like that either.”

“I still love you, nonetheless” he reassured her, even though that wasn’t needed. “I’ll always love you.”

“I know.” She murmured, and they stayed like that for a long time, saying goodbye, saying hello, and saying until tomorrow with no words at all. Dancing with no music, swaying back and forth in a comforting way, like the best friends and soulmates they knew they were.

When Mike left her room, the moon shined brightly and Eleven knew exactly what to say:

“Hey, Mike” she called him once he got in the bike. He turned his head to her, expectantly.

“I know how you feel” she said, smiling slightly. Mike felt like he was looking at her for the first time. And she looked so beautiful.

“Guess I’m not the only one, then.”

He sped up his feet, riding his bike until he finally got home, extremely relieved.

Now, there was only one person he needed to talk to.

Mike didn’t get that much sleep that night either, thinking about 350 different ways to tell Will the obvious. I love you was too intense, I like you couldn’t describe what he felt, you’re my best friend but I wish you were more sounded painfully weird in his ears.

So, when he sees Will before class that day, he says the only reasonable thing he can think of:

“Why Pamela Crimson?”

Will shut his locker door with a bang. Mike was staring at him with dark bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept for days. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying. Will frowned and stared at him with nothing but fear and concern.

“Mike? What happened…”

But Michael Wheeler was having none of that ‘I-care-for-you-but-only-as-a-friend’ bullshit. He wanted to take that burden out of his chest. He wanted to shout for all the gods and monsters that he was in love with Will Byers and fuck society. He wanted to kiss him in the mouth and in the cheek, and hold his hand, and cuddle in rainy days. He wanted to tell the truth and know the truth. It was now or never.

So he grabbed Will’s hand and easily pulled him to the janitor’s room, empty and full of cleaning equipments.

“What the hell, Wheeler?” he sounded angry, but his eyes told him otherwise. It had been over a month since Mike had found that doodle in Will’s notebook, and he had been quite the observer. Will always seemed to blush when Mike was next to him, and blush even deeply when he complimented him. He grabbed his hand when he was scared and looked out for him when he wanted to talk. He always jumped into his bike when the boys offered him a ride home, and always hugged him when they watched a horror movie. Sometimes he caught Will staring and blushing when he noticed, and he often got a little distracted or sad when he talked about Eleven.

If Mike wasn’t the one for Will, who was it, then?

“I need answers. Answers for questions I’ve been asking myself for over a month” Mike didn’t want to sound as pissed as he did, but the truth is that he was kind of pissed. He had confessed to El yesterday, and he hadn’t been able to sleep at all, and he always got grumpy when he didn’t sleep.

“Yeah, you’ve acting weird for the past month.” Will murmured, touching his wrists with a frown. Mike wondered if he had hurt him, and his expression softened.

“Will, why Pamela Crimson?” he asked slowly, like he already knew the answer and was sad even before listening to it. Will let out an angry sigh.

“Man, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he answered, pissed. “I don’t even talk to Pamela Crimson! Nobody in our party talks with Pamela Crimson!”

Mike raised one eyebrow.

“Then why her name was written in your notebook?” he asked abruptly, as if those words where a bomb that just exploded.

“What?” Will seemed more confused than ever.

“Your notebook, your history notebook! There was a drawing of her, and above it, I (heart) Pamela Crimson. I mean, really? Don’t you have another notebook for that?”

If his crush was indeed true, Will would have been offended. Instead, he just laughed.

Laughed hard.

“Why are you laughing?” But Mike was offended.

“Dude… It’s just… God!” Will laughed some more, and had to catch up his breath so he would be able to talk. “That was Dustin!

Mike felt like someone had just punched him in the chest.

“W-What?” he stuttered, skeptical.

“It was Dustin.” Will had finally stopped laughing, looking at him with a funny kind of frown in his pretty face. “Dustin sits between me and Pamela on history class. Sometimes she sits in the back of the room, but anyways. One day, he didn’t want to pay attention, so he just grabbed a pencil and wrote that in my notebook. I thought about complaining, but I decided to draw instead. Sometimes history is really boring indeed.” He justified, looking straight into Mike’s confused, blushing face.

“So… You don’t like her?” he questioned, still somewhat afraid he would start laughing again and say ‘obviously I like her, everybody loves Pamela Crimson’.

“Nope” Will shook his head, and Mike never saw him so certain. He let out a contented sigh, feeling like a huge weight had been took off his shoulders.

“And… And… Do you like girls?” he asked again, a little more excited.

Will blushed mercilessly.


“Just answer…”

“What kind of question is that?!”

“Friends don’t lie, just say it.”

“Mike, what is wrong with you…”


“No! Okay? No!” he yelled, irritated. His face was flushed with all different colors of red, and if Mike knew how to draw, he would register his pretty embarrassed face forever. “Why… Why are you being such a jerk, Mike? What did I do?” his voice cracked and Mike could see a few tears threatening to spill out of his hazelnut eyes.

He felt like he was seeing Will for the first time.

And he was so beautiful.

“You have no idea what you did to me” his own voice cracked. “what you do to me…”

And Mike kissed him. Kissed him like his life depended on it, because at that point he felt like it did. His lips were so soft and plump, naturally reddish, and he wondered how he had survived so long without kissing it. His face was hot and slightly wet from tears he just spilled when they kissed, smooth and pleasant to his fingers. Will didn’t react for seconds, but then gave up to the kiss, and they didn’t let go of each other for what felt like the greatest eternity.

When they broke apart, flushed and smiling shyly like two dorks, Will was the first one to say anything:

“What about El?”

Mike sighed and smiled brightly. He realized he didn’t hate Pamela Crimson that much anymore.

“We broke up. I think she likes girls.”

They laughed.

Trimberly Week (D1)

*swan dives late into Trimberly Week* *splash*

Hey everyone, sorry I’m late but I was on vacation all last week and weekend and only just got back. It was great but when I logged on it was like I had missed a months worth of content! This fandom is amazing! Anywho, here’s my contribution and another post is sure to follow soon.

Coffee Shop/College/Fake Dating au

  • Kim meets Jason when they’re six
    • he moves into the house down the road from hers but since they live in the mountains and there’s nobody else close by they’re essentially neighbors
    • his mom offers to babysit Kim while her parents work and thus they become best friends
  • They’re twelve and at Amanda Clark’s birthday party when they’re dared to kiss
    • It’s a little gross and a lot awkward and it lasts five seconds but they’re the talk of their friends for weeks
    • that night however when Jason’s mom picks them up and they’re chilling in his room playing video games Jason confesses
      • Jason: “I… I think I like boys.”
      • Kim: “Oh… me too. And girls.”
      • Jason: “Oh. Cool cool.”
    • they pinkie swear not to tell anyone else
  • They start “dating” when they’re fourteen
    • they’re freshmen and Jason’s dad worked him into shape so when he tries out for the football team he makes varsity
    • and Kim has always been a fan of gymnastics so she joins cheer
  • but then one day at lunch, one of the older football guys makes a joke about how gay Jason is for the captain
    • its supposed to be a hazzing thing, but Jason really does have a crush on the captain and he freaks out too much not to raise at least a few suspicions
    • and Kim knows how bad it could get if Jason’s father found out about his son being a homosexual, not to mention social suicide by the other kids in highschool
    • so she waltzes up to the football table and plants one on Jason in front of everybody
      • Kim: “You wish Jason was in love with you Zeke. But get in line, I was here first.”
    • and everyone buys it
  • that night they come up with the ruse: pretend to date, appease their peers and their parents, and never tell a soul
  • it works… for the most part
    • because they’re best friends they love each other but theres a period of time when Jason really questions his sexuality
    • Kim tries to help and support him, to assure him that what he’s feeling isn’t wrong, but Jason’s insecure and scared
    • they argue and fight a lot of the time
    • then one night when they’re sixteen and at another party thrown by Amanda, they get drunk and sleep together
      • and it’s super awkward
    • after its over they’re just lying in Jason’s bed when Jason jokes
      • “Yeah… definitely gay.”
    • and Jason has to smother Kim with a pillow she’s laughing so hard
  • And then senior year happens and shit hits the proverbial fan
  • because Jason gets detention for wrecking his car and Kim gets detention for kicking Ty Flemming’s ass because he was being homophobic and trying to spread shit about Jason and because Ty is Amanda’s boyfriend, out goes cheerleading
  • but then Jason meets Billy Cranston and Kim meets Trini Gomez
    • and Billy’s smart and silly and amazingly wonderful and Jason really really likes him
    • and Trini’s aloof and snarky and honest if not absolutely adorable and Kim really really likes her
    • and more times than not the couple spend the time they’re together talking about their respective crushes
  • And of course no one knows Jason and Kim aren’t really dating
    • and Billy’s confused because he thinks Jason’s hitting on him but he’s horrible at reading people and he keeps telling himself that it’s just Jason being friendly because he has a girlfriend
    • and poor Trini has to deal with Kim constantly flirting with her and trying her damnedest not to give in because Kim has a boyfriend and she’s straight
  • which just about blows up in all their faces
  • Trini’s still struggling with her sexuality and lets slip to Kim one night that she’s gay and Kim is like, oh honey i’ve known
  • but she’s mayhaps a bit too enthusiastic because Trini goes on the defensive and says Kim doesn’t understand, that she doesn’t get it
  • and then Kim accidentally lets slip Jason’s gay
    • and when Kim tries to explain the whole “fake dating” thing and her being bi and Jason being gay, Trini “nopes” it out of Kim’s window
    • Kim chases after her and tackles her over a cliff into a pond
      • Trini: “What is wrong with you?!”
      • Kim: “Well I’m in love with you but I wouldn’t say that’s ‘wrong’.”
      • Trini: *shook*
  • Kim totally kisses her after that but since they’re up in the mines they get caught by Billy and Jason
    • (Billy had told Jason they were going treasure hunting and Jason was almost in the same boat as Kim)
  • So they explain to Billy and to Trini again that they’re not really dating and that they’re in love with them, but now no one knows what to do because outing themselves could mean hell, both at school and at home
  • (I sorta forgot about Zack until this point, my poor baby. Just pretend he’s Billy and Trini’s friend whom they go to with their Jason and Kim problems)
  • Zack comes up with the plan
    • They’ve got a month til graduation so Kim and Jason will continue to “date” and then break up over the summer and since they’re all going to the same university, they all get a place off campus and then Jason can be with Billy and Kim can be with Trini
    • because Bily’s uncomfortable engaging in any type of relationship while Jason’s still technically with Kim and Trini agrees that she doesn’t want to be a side piece, even if Kim and Jason aren’t technically dating
  • It’s difficult but they follow the plan… mostly
    • Kim and Jason win Prom King and Queen but instead of dancing together they break up on stage and then bounce, Billy and Trini following discreetly behind them
    • everyone’s stil in shock when Zack jumps on stage and steals both crowns, calling himself the “Almighty Prom Quing” before highjacking the music and crowd surfing before he’s chased out by chaperons
  • They graduate and spend the summer sneaking around with each other before Kim finds a place off campus and they move in within the week


  • Zack ends up moving into the basement because that’s the only place sound doesn’t travel to and he can finally get some sleep
    • the new rule is to always knock before entering any room and then knock again just to be sure
apologies — michelle jones

so i swear i am writing some michelle and peter imagines but i have been so swamped so here are some headcanons that were requested a while ago!!

requested by anon: Fluffy/domestic Michelle x reader featuring “On the count of three let’s say ‘I’m sorry’. Ready? One, two, three… now I’m just disappointed in both of us.” Please & tysm ily

• michelle never liked talking about her feelings

• mainly because she considered herself so bad at it

• but she had made an effort to show that she cared when she really did worry and think about you

• she loved watching you ramble about your day to her so animatedly whenever you guys sat together at lunch

• and she would pretend she wasn’t listening by trying to train her eyes on her newly bought book

• but you knew. you knew she listening bc she’d glance up at you when she thought you weren’t looking

• and she bit her cheek really hard when she was trying not to smile at what you said or if you made some weird joke that only you understood

• you guys had been dating seriously for a while and she’s so much more loving and kind and sweet than people give her credit for

• she’s still an everloving sarcastic piece of shit, sure, but she’s so adorable

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Universe: The Flash

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

A/N: This was an anon request, the reader is Harrison’s (Earth 1, but maybe like not too evil?) daughter and Barry falls for her. It is mutual by the way!! There is an age gap (19 and 26) as asked, and I hope you all like it! To include the angst, they’re going to have already known each other for awhile.


“Barry, there’s a shortcut coming up on your right that you can take.” You speak into the microphone that you’ve pushed Cisco away from, who is currently glaring at you.

“Thanks Y/N.” You hear the 26 year old pant, the smile in his voice evident, making you grin as well.

You lean back in your chair, sucking on one of the lollipops you had taken from Cisco’s candy stash. Luckily, he liked you enough, either because you were a Wells or because you understood his love for movies, to not murder you for raiding it so often.

Within seconds, Barry is back in his normal clothes, a metahuman is in some cell, and the Flash suit is in its rightful place.

Barry beams and high fives the team, all of them celebrating another win.

Eventually, Caitlin and Cisco get involved into a thorough argument about movies, leaving you and Barry to talk.

“You know Y/N,” he begins, following you out of the cortex, “you’ve been such an amazing help out there. Don’t think I could do what I do without you.” He says with a smile, causing you to beam with happiness and pride.

You absolutely adore Barry, and not just because he’s gorgeous and a hero. He’s, well, Barry. A scientific geek who has too good of a heart and makes horrible jokes. Quite attractive, if you do say so yourself.

“I love helping you, Barr. You know that.” The atmosphere is comfortable and full of joy, and you can’t decide whether it’s because of the success or because you’re with Barry.

“I know, I know. You’re the best.”

“Obviously.” You grin, smacking his arm lightly, causing him to chuckle.

“How about we go out for ice cream or something?” He can’t necessarily decide if that sounds odd or not, so he decides to keep talking. “You know, to celebrate. I can grab Cisco and Caitlin and your dad and we can all go.”

You smile sweetly at the sputtering boy, “Let’s just go and pick up some for the rest, how bout it?”

He beams and grabs his jacket, opening his arms, which you embrace tightly, hoping desperately you wouldn’t catch fire this time.

“I swear if my clothes burn, you’re dead.” You mutter against his chest, and you can hear him laugh like the angel he is.

“No promises.” And just like that, you’re off, leaving the room empty, or so you had thought.

Your father sits there in his wheelchair, staring at the spot you two had just been.

He had a gift for not being noticed, and another for keeping his daughter safe.

That gift is racing through him, as he brings himself back to the cortex.


“I know what you’re doing Allen,” Harrison spits, wheeling over.

Barry looks up from the clear board he was writing on, feeling a pang of guilt enter his chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Dr. Wells.
Is something wrong?” He tries so hard to be casual, to be calm and be the usual Barry Allen but it’s become so difficult.

“She’s only 19.” He hisses, his anger radiating off him in waves.

Barry puts down his marker and leans on one of the tables, taking heavy breaths. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.” He says softly. He valued Harrison, and he didn’t like the way he was pretty much betraying him. “It just did.”

Ever since he woke up that day, he had to wonder why. Why he felt his heart race faster than the new normal rate when you smiled like that. Why he couldn’t seem to talk coherently when it was just you two. Why he stopped caring about Iris and Eddie. Why everything had to change.

“She’s too young for you. You know it’s wrong.” At this point, Harrison is running his hands across his face and through his hair, over and over again. Barry was a good guy, of course he was, but 7 years? No. Harrison didn’t care that you felt the same way about Barry, he wasn’t about to let any of this happen.

“Dr. Wells, you need to understand. I can’t just stop how I feel.”

“Yes, you can.” He seethes.

Barry is about to speak but stop, his eyes catching you leaning against the door, obviously having heard the whole conversation. The Wells family had a thing for being able to go unnoticed, but now that he’s seen you, it’s like all the oxygen leaves the speedster’s lungs, refusing to return.

“Y/N.” Harry begins sternly, realizing your presence, “You need to go.”

You just shake your head over and over, refusing to leave. “This isn’t your business, dad.” You breathe, your voice firm and steady despite how you feel inside.

Your father glares at you, his tone getting harsh. “This is entirely my business. You’re my daughter and I have to protect you.”

“You don’t get it Dad, you don’t. I’m not as childish as you think I am. I can take care of myself.”

“I can’t let you do this.” Harry says, hating how hard it was to get through to you.

You decide to ignore him, knowing that he’d never see your side. “Barr, can we talk?” He looks so caught off guard when you speak his name, taking a heavy breath and looking between you and Harry. “Please.”

He just nods, unable to speak. He is so worried, not knowing how you feel for sure and how wrong it must seem for someone 7 years older than you to have feelings for you.

He follows you out the door, sending Harry a very sorry look to which the man just glares and moves away.

Before he can do anything, you grab his hands and take a gasp. “Just let me talk, okay?” He nods frantically, looking at the emotions that he couldn’t pinpoint striking your face, coming off you and hitting him. “It’s going to be okay, Barr. I promise. I don’t know what we’re doing, or why I feel this way, but all I know is that the emotion is there. 7 years sounds bad now, but someday it won’t. It won’t even matter.” He looks at you with this kind of hope, this desperate longing and you are simply thankful that the feelings had gone both ways. You were so thankful for him. “And I don’t care what my dad thinks right now. He’ll be okay with it eventually.” You breathe.

The decision is rash, of course it is. A piece of you tells you to listen to your dad because to you, he knows everything about the world, but your heart can’t help how you feel when Barry smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Instead of anything emotional and word vomit like, which was such a Barry thing, he just whispers, “Thank you.”

Those two words are all you two need. All you need for your lives to become infinitely better, not really together but not really apart.

Just happy.

anonymous asked:

Could you please share some ronan x adam headcanons? Your poetry is great!!! It hurts so much to read it! That means it's good! Please post more.

*cracks neck* *cracks fingers* *cracks soul* you asked for this, friend. blame no one but yourself for the spiral ur about to tumble into. (heh. TUMBLE into. we’re on tumblr, it’s…funny i swear).

- gansey once asks how come ronan’s at adam’s a lot (”gansey u ignorant slut” pynch shippers, noah and blue, yell) and adam passively “well, he paid rent so technically it’s our apartment he has every right” and it feels like a punch to the gut to ronan bc it means adam only lets him hang about bc he has no choice but to. he doesn’t show up for forever after that. doesn’t even come to church when he knows adam’s home. (ronan is A Walking Angst)

- adam calls him from work like a week later bc dammit he misses him and *deep sigh that lasts 2.5 minutes* “ffs lynch when i said that i didn’t mean i MIND it being OUR apartment that’s not a BAD thing” and ronan calls bullshit bc he knows adam’s whole free-will thing and *2nd deep sigh that lasts another 2.5 minutes* “i’m saving up to pay you back anyway so the apartment is really all mine i said that as a JOKE. can u please get over ur own ass and come over tonight”. ronan is promptly over his own ass bc he misses counting a not-lover’s breaths to sleep hashtag whipped

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