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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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starter for @notbit !


time is hard to keep track of now, but louis isn’t blind to the changes of both himself and the friends around him. he’s started growing facial hair, started losing the baby fat in his cheeks—at least to some degree—and he’s got little patches of hair in places he hadn’t remembered them being before. he’s just thankful to whichever of his parents’ genes that prevented him from having breakouts.
and despite his own body’s questionable changes, he supposes it could be worse. he thinks about willy and the way the boy’s voice cracks over the tiniest things and the plethora of acne that plagues his skin. ah, the joys of puberty… still, louis has other things on his mind besides his friends’ changes. well… most of them, anyway…
his eyes flit over to the girl—or woman—beside him, taking in the slope of her nose from her profile view as they walk. clementine. if anything, she’s aged the most gracefully out of all of them. and louis acknowledges that he is entirely biased, but he doesn’t care. anyone with half a brain could see the beauty clem’s become—not that she wasn’t already beautiful, but, in louis’ opinion, she’d only managed to grow even more beautiful with time.
he’s reminded of the quote from mulan that had never managed to leave his mind even after all these years: the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. and he’ll be damned if it doesn’t fit clem to a T. he wonders if he should mention it to her; wonders if it would make her blush. it’s an entertaining thought.
instead, he carries on about one thing or another—anything to fill the silence between them—and he notices that she’s been quiet, which isn’t anything unusual, but, knowing her as well as he’s grown to, he can tell when it’s an unusual amount of quiet.
“ penny for your thoughts ? ” he asks after a brief pause, brow risen. he knows they need to focus—keep their eyes peeled for anything they could bring back to the school—but checking in with each other while they do it wouldn’t hurt anything.
i'm tempted to add more muses to my multi but i really shouldn't.......but god am i tempted lol
now that my tag dumps are outta the way, i'll make each muse a little character banner (as much as i love icons, i cannot be bothered to make a bunch of icons for every muse i have) and then i'll start on the asks i've received!
In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.
@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. ”