Louis Garrel As An Older Mike Wheeler Fancast —

Charging to battle

Based on a theory @taeiris and I were brewing:

Will eventually replaces Vecna hanging from the tentacle vines, and now has control over all the UD creatures including the Mindflayer. He uses all his strength, ordering them to charge after evil— ending in Vecna’s ultimate doom.

Mike absolutely uses his height to intimidate his love interests

I really disagree with the idea that Will would be ok with liking boys if he didn't love Mike and that Mike would be ok with loving Will if he wasn't a boy. Maybe it's a snappy sounding post but it's also just...not true? Acting like Mike is The One™ with internalised homophobia and that Will is completely chill with his sexuality completely goes against canon.

Did you guys forget the bullying and abuse Will experienced because people thought he was gay? The van scene? Canonically, the only thing stopping Will from feeling like a mistake is the fact that he loves Mike. Because Mike makes him feel like he's not a mistake. He makes Will feel like he's better for being different. If being gay is be unnatural and bad, how can his love for Mike be so beautiful?

Will is becoming ok with his sexuality because he loves Mike, not in spite of it.

will shoves snow down the back of mike's coat but when mike tries to get his revenge with a snowball, will shoots him his big sad baby cow eyes and mike has no choice but to drop the snowball and kiss him instead. their freezing noses nudge together but their mouths are warm. once they pull away, mike notices some snowflakes melting in will's eyelashes and will stares at how pink mike's cheeks are from the cold and their kiss. ❄️❄️❄️

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天然紀念物級の双子…？!

i forgot how to colour whatever Whatever

AGHHHHHHHH

as a wise tumblr user (@howtobecomeadragon) once said: 'mike kissing the spot on will’s neck that got goosebumps'

"Wait, are you- are you giving me a hickey?"

Mike pauses what he's doing, feeling almost like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, his mouth hovering mere millimeters above the soft curve of Will's neck.

"Um," he says, lips brushing against warm skin, and he can't help but revel a little in the way it causes Will to shiver. "No?"

"Mike."

Will lets out a small, frustrated groan, and Mike knows, okay, he knows - no hickeys in visible places. But they had been making out and then Will's neck was right there, looking all inviting and delicious, and Mike's brain just kind of... short circuited. Can you blame him really?

Still, he feels a little bit bad about it. Especially when he, mournfully might add, lifts his head and leans back to see Will's face being all pout and sad eyes.

"How bad is it?"

"It's, uh," he glances down at Will's neck, winces a little at the bruise that's starting to blossom there, before looking back at Will. "You can barely see it?"

"Ugh," Will drags the palms of his hands over his face, before letting the right one slide down to touch the offending spot, as if he could tell what it looks like from touch alone. "I won't be able to show myself for days."

Mike rolls his eyes at that, because honestly, it's not that bad. Besides, there's always turtlenecks, but when he tells Will as much, he gets a glare and a shove to the shoulder in return.

"Hey, turtlenecks are great for hiding hickeys," he insists, wiggling his eyebrows a little, and smiling when he sees the corner of Will's mouth twitch a little. "That's probably why they were invented in the first place."

Now its Will's turn to roll his eyes, but his pout is slowly turning into a smile, so Mike counts it as a win.

"Besides," he continues, hand coming up to curl around the collar of Will's tshirt, tugging slightly on the material. "You look really good in 'em."

Will blushes at that, and Mike feels his own cheeks heat up a little, too. It's still new, the whole being able to say what they really think, how they really feel. Even if it's just a compliment, or the use of a pet name, or- or accidentally giving each other hickeys during a make out session. That's new, too.

Mike likes it, though. Likes the newness of it all, the nervousness of not really knowing what they're doing, but happy that they're doing it together. He thinks that there is probably nothing that he wouldn't want to do with Will, that this is just the beginning of all the new, wonderful things they'll experience together.

"Maybe," Will says, bringing Mike back to the present. "But it's also the middle of the summer, Mike."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Will echoes, looking up at Mike with fond amusement. "I'll die if I wear a turtleneck in this weather."

"Oh."

Mike blinks, seeing a hint of mischieviousness in Will's eyes, feels his heart speed up a little when Will reaches up to tuck a lose strand of hair behind Mike's ear. His hand stays put after, palm gently cradling Mike's jaw, as he pulls him closer until their noses touch. Will leans up a little, closing that last bit of space as he lets his lips brush against the corner of Mike's mouth, sighing contentedly when Mike turns his head into it, capturing Will's lips in a kiss. It's gentle, unrushed, like they have all the time in the world. Mike hopes they do.

"So," Will hums, in between kisses, pulling Mike even closer, his voice all feigned annoyance. "I guess we'll just have to stay here until the hickie has gone away."

Mike is definitely more than okay with that, and if he somehow happens to give Will a few more hickeys, by accident of course, then they'll have no other option but to stay just a little bit longer.

miwip wednesday ft a lil doodle hehe...

[text under the cut in case the images are hard to read]

So here he is, still awake and blatantly staring. Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of Will’s chest—one of Mike’s shirts on him since none of his own clothes are in Hawkins anymore. 

Mike has spent a lot of time staring at Will in his life, and once it finally clicked why he liked doing it so much, he’d become hyperaware. Constantly catching himself, trying to look less when other people were around, to go unnoticed, to be subtle. To figure out what amount of staring was normal between friends—sometimes it feels like everybody else already knows things like that, and he just missed the memo. 

Will lets out a soft sigh as he shifts again. His head falls to the side, angled towards Mike, and the hand that had been resting on his stomach now lays by the side of his face. He’s got a better view of Will now for sure, and Mike wishes he didn’t feel like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to. 

Because even in the low light, even with his eyes closed and his hair all messed up from twisting around in his sleep, Will is beautiful. 

His fingers twitch ever so slightly, a blink-and-you’d-miss-it sort of thing, but Mike’s gaze is drawn to the movement. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, he doesn’t understand Will anymore after the last few days. But god, he wants to. He wants so much. 

Most of all, at this moment at least, he wants to hold Will’s hand—like when they were little kids and that was something he was allowed to do. 

i could NOT stop thinking about this post from @elmaxed so i needed to draw something based on it

[+ still version under the cut]