The last time he saw the TWERP he was struggling to climb onto the roof so he could sneak into Nancy’s bedroom through her window. He caught him, but instead of ratting him out he left on his bicycle and pedaled off somewhere unseen into the night. Steve didn’t KNOW, he didn’t care, he was merely grateful to not have the opportune moment burst and spoiled like a bubble.
Tonight would be the house partyhe was throwingwith an extremely limited and short guest list.
❛ Hey, kid,
❜ Steve called out, directly addressing him across the distance. It wasn’t done with his typical bravado, the one responsible for winning him hearts around the small town they lived in.The parking lot was cleared, completely empty. His friends were inside of the gas station, picking up soft drinks and snacks, he didn’t know, he didn’t PARTICULARLYcare. Steve had no audience, no wayward company to impress.
He nodded at him, shaping the words casually, ❛
Thanks for not uh — busting me.
❜A cigarette was withdrawn from his pack. He stuck it between his lips and skillfully lit up, enjoying the nicotine tainted sweetness COURTESY of the filter. Lungs swelled and expanded before he breathed out a cloud of smoke off to the side. He then pinched the slender white stick between skillful fingers, eyeing him meaningfully.❛ To your folks? I appreciate it. ❜
❝ Ratting you out would’ve ratted me out—-it’s not like I did it to be nice. Besides, whatever you and my sister get up to has nothing to do with me. ❞
After his gaze trails after the retreating figures of his friends and their backs disappear behind those sliding doors, Mike regards Steve with as much interest as he deems necessary ( which is very little). He’s not even halfway turned around before he’s rolling his eyes in the way he knows always gets him into trouble, stepping away from the little bike rack and towards the older boy with easy steps. The nonchalance that seems to exude from his very being is paired easily with his hands sliding into his jacket pockets, and the indifference marking itself across the smooth lines of his face. Honestly, why Steve even bothered to speak to him was beyond Mike, and he wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure it out. He’d chalk it up to the other simply being the absolute epitome of your average teenager, but even that doesn’t seem to fit the odd variety that fills the halls in Hawkins High School; he finds it very hard to believe that he’ll ever grow into anything even remotelyclose to the image directly in front of him.
If nothing else, there is at least humor in the situation—-he doubts he’ll ever get that image of Steve trying to act cool, leaning against the roof like maybe if I smile enough this kid won’t know I’m obviously trying to sneak into his house… no amount of well-balanced cigarettes and hair gel could erase that. Just thinking about it brought a lopsided simper to his face, baiting his next snarky remark effortlessly.
❝ Might want to work on your sneaking skills, though. You were really OBVIOUS, even without being halfway onto my roof. Aren’t people your age supposed to be good at that sort of thing? ❞
Rest assured that, if I have followed you, I have read your rules. If you approach me and ask for a thread, I will read your rules. Your rules are as important as mine, and I will try my best to respect them and keep them in mind, I simply ask for the same respect in return.
II.
I am twenty-one, but my muse is only thirteen, which means I am unwilling to roleplay anything remotely sexual. A special case would be that it's during the verse where he is decidely twenty-three years old, but that would be especially rare and most likely will not happen as I am almost never comfortable enough with another person to do so. Any other type of NSFW, though, is fine - I am all for the blood, guts and glory.
III.
I reserve the right to drop a thread if need be. This might be because I don't see it going anywhere, or I simply lost muse for it. This doesn't mean I won't ever roleplay with you again, and I encourage you to do tons of threads with me.
IV.
I write a lot, and I tend to go overboard quite often. This is because I prefer novella, but this doesn't mean I won't do anything else with you. but, I at least hope I get as much effort in a reply as I put out, even if it isn't an entire paragraph.
V.
Ships are fine, and I am incredibly open with them, but I will not tolerate force-shipping on my muse of any kind. This doesn't mean that your muse can't flirt with mine, even if my muse does not take it well; please, feel free to do your character justice, and if that means openly flirting, go right ahead. But, if I openly say I am not comfortable with a ship, I wish that to be the end of it. Anything to do with ships and shipping in general can be discussed privately, so we're both clear on terms and whats going to happen.
VI.
Lastly, I will not participate in any roleplays that include rape, pedophilia, or anything of the sort. I don't condone these sorts of things, and I will refuse them on the spot, with no further discussion. Push me on these things, and you will be blocked.
Set during the main plot of 'Stranger things', taking place at any time during the main canon. Mike is anything but an ordinary middle school student, and Hawkins is anything but an ordinary little town, even if they both seem so on the outside. Something sinister is dwelling in the shadows, something that's seemingly coated in the very worst of every horror story and dungeon monster, and it's blood thirsty—-thankfully, dungeon experience isn't exactly something Mike is inept in.
It's been ten years since Hawkins, Indiana experienced the frightening impossibilities of life as we know it, and Mike is finally beginning to build a life of his own on top of it all. Choosing a college and a major to match seem to be the most stressful thing readily available to him, but something tells him that's going to be the very least of his worries pretty soon.
Will's strange abilities started during the summer just before he entered kindergarten, where vivid 'hallucinations' would come to him at any moment, and the visions of events yet to come were always followed by a migraine that could bring you to your knees. It was hard to hide it from his three best friends, but then he never really wanted to to begin with—-the deal was sealed with a promise never to tell anyone else, and every episode was explained away with medical gargin and well thought-out lies. Still, even with the best, most careful cover up, he was bound to be found sooner or later. As it were, it came to be sooner rather than later, and suddenly Will was missing and they were left with no clues and an empty space at every table, in every classroom, in their lives. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what might've happened to him, and his mother's insistence on the matter made it so incredibly easy to get involved with a lopsided search and rescue. Easy to start, at least, but not to finish—-leads went nowhere and every time they thought they were getting close to finding him they only ended up disappointed, another trail gone cold and nothing to show for it. It isn't until they run into her—-it wasn't her name tattooed on her arm or the fact that her name suggested she wasn't the first or the fact that she could move things with her mind that made her special—-that possibilities began to open before them. She, too, was a well kept secret between friends that was bound to be spilled eventually, but she was hope and they vowed to protect that, to protect her, no matter the cost. They never gave up, even when it seemed the world was out to get them and everything seemed bleak and super heroes seemed so much more tragic than they ever had before—-even when Eleven disappeared, too, and their hope dwindled once again.
tldr; will has walmart brand super powers and gets taken away to hone his skills and have them be used for god knows what and eleven is an escaped angel all over again and comic book heroes lose their appeal. the boys are on the hunt to find them but luck isn't on their side and everything sucks. idk i'll try to clean this up later ya bitch is tired af
❛ There is light and beauty that no shadow can touch. ❜
STATISTICS
birth name &&. ❛ michael wheeler ❜
birth place &&. ❛ hawkins, indiana ❜
nickname(s) &&. ❛ mike, frogface ❜
age (as of today) &&. ❛ thirteen ❜
gender &&. ❛ trans male ❜
height &&. ❛ 5'5'' ❜
eye color &&. ❛ brown ❜
hair color &&. ❛ dark brown ❜
species &&. ❛ human ❜
personality &&. ❛ benevolent , patient , ambitious , loyal , resourceful , very independent , sincere , stubborn , awkward , optimistic , impulsive. ❜
sexuality &&. ❛ bisexual ❜
occupation &&. ❛ student ❜
specialty &&. ❛ fantastical views and unorthodox thinking ❜
MAIN.
FORESEEABLE FUTURE.
UNDECIDED.
MARVEL.