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@lastedpromiseasked: 23 [ Will To Mike! ]
@lastedpromise asked: 23 [ will to mike! ]
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#𝟐𝟑: "𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹" - 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !
i should go now quietly... for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep... where all my layers can become reeds... all my limbs can become trees... all my children can become me...
most liked to think that mike didn’t know or care about what an asshole he could be. it’s not like he liked lashing out and he regretted when he did it—but damn if he wasn’t miserable. it certainly wasn’t an excuse, but between feeling like an inadequate son, boyfriend, and best friend, well, how could he not be in a bad mood ? it wasn’t like he did too spectacularly at school either. truth be told, he wished he could get out of hawkins and never have to come back. college couldn't come soon enough—if he’d even be able to get into where he really wanted to go…
though, his biggest, most secret gripe was an internal struggle that he hadn’t dared to tell anyone about. how could he ? who would even understand ? he didn’t even like to think about it, himself. he liked to shove it all down and pretend like that side of him didn’t even exist, but the truth of the matter was that it just made him angrier.
a moody teenager.
one that everyone had to constantly clean up after. he didn’t like that he was like this, but what could he do ?
slowly, apologetic eyes lifted to meet will’s for a brief moment before flitting away again. some ‘best friend’ he’d been…
“ man… ” he muttered, drawing out a long sigh. “ what a mess i leave, to follow… ”
another beat of silence passed between them before he quietly added, “ i’m sorry… you don’t…deserve that… ”
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not tumblr not showing my posts on the dash... this is homophobic.
@lastedpromise asked: 97 [ john to abigail! ]
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#𝟗𝟕: "𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺" - 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒂 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !
i don't wanna be so shy... every time that I'm alone, I wonder why... hope that you will wait for me...
life with john has been anything but easy, and abigail knows that in another life, they most likely wouldn’t be together. in all honesty, despite her school-girl crush on him, she knows that, realistically, had she never fallen pregnant with his child, nothing would’ve come of them. john wouldn’t have wanted to settle down with her, anyway, she’s sure. still, as much as she would never say it to his face, abigail knows that if jack had to be the child of anyone at the camp, she’s glad his father is john. she’d never had any doubts about it—even if john had, and had subsequently deserted them for a year as a result. it’s taken them both a long while to accept their situation—more so john than herself—but she supposes, when it comes down to it, she loves that stupid, foolish man.
abigail loves him more than he even really deserves, but it’s an unwavering sort of love. she couldn’t unlove him if she tried. she’s stuck with him, and he, her. together for the long haul and all they can really do is try to make the most of it.
“ you’ll see, john, ” she tells him one day, voice full of conviction. “ you’ll see that you’re the only one for me. ”
81 [ javi to kate! ]
#𝟖𝟏: "𝑨𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑳" - 𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒏 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !
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at some house in malibu... taking pictures by the pool... doing things I'd never do...
it was a nasty habit, and she knew it, but smoking weed was one of the only sure fire ways she knew that eased her nerves. first, it helped to calm her down when her parents became too much, then it soothed her anxiety whenever david would get on her ass about something, but nowadays, it was a way to cope with how shit the world had become. after all, it wasn’t everyday that you had to worry about the undead eating you… or it used to not be that way.
but now, the world was over, and kate had to raise children who weren’t even technically hers. they sure didn’t have any qualms in making it known that she wasn’t their favorite person, anyway. that was the dynamic: javi, the cool uncle and kate, the mean stepmom. she wasn’t expecting it to change any time soon, either.
“ you really shouldn’t be so cocky about it, ” kate told javi, in reference to him being the ‘cool’ uncle. “ it’s a poor look. ” she took a drag from her blunt, and as she exhaled, she continued, “ now i… see, i know i’m not cool—forever the mean stepmom—but… at least i look cool… ”
@lastedpromise asked: 7 [ steve to nancy! ]
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#𝟕: "𝑯𝑰 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑴𝑬" - 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒐 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !
uh, when i'm with you i have amnesia, got me without a mind... my stupid brain thinks that i need you, misleads me all the time... [ ... ] 'cause i forget the crazy shit, the littlest things impress me... mediocre in the bed, my bestie would never let me... uh, i did it again...
college was somehow both what n.ancy w.heeler did and did not expect. she expected a heavy course load and to not have much free time—and sometimes it truly was like that, but she hadn’t expected to befriend some of the people in her classes, much less expected to be invited out for drinks to celebrate the end of semester exams. normally, nancy wouldn’t have agreed—not much of a partier in general—but with how much of an absolute STRESS BALL she’d been over the whole ordeal, she agreed.
and, without giving it much thought, she got carried away—far too carried away to be sober enough to make it home on her own. if she were sober, she’d kick herself for letting herself go this far. though, she’ll be paying the price of her actions by tomorrow, if not tonight, depending on the reaction she got from steve. if she were any more sober than she currently was, she’d feel guilty. because, truly, he didn’t deserve this.
“ steve, ” she crooned into the payphone outside of the bar she and her classmates had gone to. “ steveeeee… i, um… need you… ” her words were slightly slurred, despite any attempts to sound normal.
a giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it, followed by, “ it's like i need a babysitter—someone to come and get me… you…have experience in that, don’t you…? can you come pick me up ? pleaseeee…? ”
surely, when she’s sober, she’ll feel terrible about all of this.
73 [ aasim to ruby! ]
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#𝟕𝟑: "𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾" - 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !
your body gives, but then holds back... the sun is bright, the sky is black... [ ... ] your laughter, it lingers on... but you, you were almost gone...
when ruby envisioned her life with aasim, what it had turned into had not been what she’d expected or necessarily wanted. yes, she’d wanted a family with him—having as many kids as they had wasn’t the problem—and no, she didn’t mind that he had to take time for his work, but she was busy too and still had to take care of everything else.
she’d tried to be patient with him, tried to be understanding—but a woman could only take so much. the stress of her job, of raising their kids, and fearing over whether or not her marriage of nearly two decades was finally crumbling weighed on her too heavily. she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
when aasim had dismissed her that night when she tried to get him to come to bed, the tone he’d used at that, she found herself sighing and shaking her head; begrudgingly resigned to the apparent fate they had waiting for them.
“ can only be another sign, ” she muttered, more to herself than to aasim, though it was said loud enough that he could hear if he was paying attention. “ i cannot keep what isn’t mine… ”