#Mike Wheeler x Y/N

[redroses07]

favorite canadian

[w-wolfhard]

hiii :) I love your theme btw

Can you write some Mike Wheeler fluff, where he gets a bit jealous and annoyed and he doesn't know how to express his emotions so he just shows her a lot of affection when they're alone, like kisses and cuddling.

Thank you <33

JEALOUS by eyedress.

pairing : fem!reader x mike wheeler

warning(s) : none.

wrds frm seb! : first off, TYSMM 🫶 second of all, LOOK WHO'S BACK BABIESSSSS!! yup, me!! third of all, this is so mike LMAOO😭 luv this sm. p.s. this is hella short so sorry sorry

whenever mike got jealous, he would always try to not show it. but even though he tries to hide it, the aggitated expression is clearly visible on his face.

everytime he sees you talking with another guy, he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. he knows you wouldn't be disloyal with him, and that he's the only guy you love but he still gets jealous anyway. he can't help it!

mike hates it when other guys flirt with you. why is that guy flirting with my girlfriend? he scoffs. he doesn't wanna seem like an ass, so he doesn't say anything to you about it 'cause maybe the guy is just trying to be friendly and he's overthinking it. but no way! my girlfriend's way too pretty and funny for him to be talking to her in a friendly way. he totally likes her. he thinks again.

the frown on his face could reach the ground, and his shoulders drop– his posture is horrendous as he watches and (barely) listens to the conversation you two have.

when you notice his expression change, you ask him what's wrong, but he brushes it off which leaves you confused most of the time.

then the second you arrive at home, mike is smothering you with affection. when you're laying down, watching tv, he's laying on you with his arms wrapped around your waist. he'll occasionally mutter a few words, and press a few kisses on your skin. "are you alright mike?" you asked him, running your hands through his hair.

"peachy." he replied. he dug his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"you sure? you looked upset earlier when i was talking to that guy?"

he sighed, "that was earlier. i'm in right now."

"what does that even mean?"

"it means that that was earlier, right now i'm content since i'm in your arms." he mumbled. "that guy – he totally had a fat crush on you. i bet he did." he said lazily. you could tell that he was probably falling asleep by the way he was speaking.

"and why do you think that?"

"he laughed at every little thing you said or did. not in a way where he was making fun of you but in a way where he has a crush on you."

"sure mike," you laughed. "all he did was ask for directions. he was only laughing because he went the total opposite way." you sighed. "and even so, you're the only one i have eyes for mike. i have the fattest crush on you."

despite the boy being half asleep, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "no i totally knew that." he murmured. "i also have the fattest biggest crush on you too. we should date."

"we should date. we'd make a pretty cute couple." you chuckled at the boy. next thing you know, you felt his scattered breathing against your neck which meant he fell asleep. you sighed contentedly.

[walmarttrashbag]

Finnie & Characters Headcanons!

Finn Wolfhard & his characters x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I'm so happy it's not Yandere! It feels so much better for no Yandere to write with!!!

~First Date Headcanons~

Finn:

Finn, being the sweet guy he is, is a little nervous at first. He thinks you're so pretty. He pays for you even if you refuse, and you both walk in the park, before dancing around in the night. Really wholesome date for both of you. He drove you home and you shared a lovely kiss.

Richie:

Richie's so charming and charismatic, you couldn't help but fall head over heels for him. Going to the arcade and grabbing pizza. Believe it or not - He let you win Street Fighter! Richie biked you home that night and you kissed his cheek before you went in. He held his cheek, amazed, and biked home thinking about how lucky he was.

Mike:

You didn't know how he could afford a dinner date with his trusty 3.50, but you assumed he'd been working neighborhood jobs to earn the big bucks just for you. Rambles on about how much he misses El... It hurts your feelings so you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mike would quickly say.

You looked away "I think it would be better to go."

Mike got up "Wait-" He ran over to you and kissed you. You felt weird weird looks from people but Mike grabbed your hand and dragged you into the men's bathroom, pushed you in a stall, and make out noises were echoing all over the bathroom.

Boris:

Let's be honest, Boris stole all the food and stuff and made sure his deadbeat dad wasn't here for anything. You were amazed by how much stuff he got away with stealing. Good food pretty candles, and even lots of flowers. Theo helped set up the place before going to bed. He woke up at 11 pm to hear Boris cursing in Russian and you moaning so loud your vocal cords could break.

Miles:

You were scared as fuck but he was actually incredibly loving. Opened up to you about his life, almost starting crying. The food was amazing, you thanked Mrs. Grose. You went upstairs to Miles' bedroom and almost fucked but Flora was too innocent for her little ears to hear such horrid noises.

Trevor:

You had lunch together in the ectomobile. Trevor sat close to you and put his arm around you, making sure no ghosts would get you, or at least that's what he claimed. You thought he was precious. You shared some kisses and stole bites from his food which he let slide this time. Almost getting killed by a ghost but Trevor resolved that quickly and reassured you everything's okay. You weren't let down in the slightest by this man.

Tyler:

Pizza was on him. He was so nervous, and you thought that was adorable. You gave him so many kisses. Tyler would've died if you weren't there to hold him close, muttering "Thank you" and "I love you". He was so head over heels for you.

Bobert:

Bobert was terrifying, but so mysterious as well. Not really any food to eat, but you laid down together and cuddled in the forest, so it was good enough for you. He was actually a great kisser, and he's earned himself a second date!

Hey! I'm so happy this isn't Yandere!!!! Thank you for requesting this!

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Mike Wheeler headcanon

~ It is manipulative. He doesn't hesitate to manipulate to get what he wants and get his way.

~ Another characteristic is that he has an obsessive nature. So once he sees you, he starts to become obsessed. His obsession gets deeper day by day.

~ Is a bully to other people who wastes your time and distracts you. He especially does not hesitate to bully his opponents.

~ It has a sticky nature. So you have to spend most of your time with him. He literally clings to your hip and refuses to move away from you.

~ He is overprotective of you. He is trying to protect you from anyone and anything that could harm you in the slightest way. Their protective behavior prevents others from approaching you.

~ He uses gaslighting, a form of manipulation. This allows him to gain power and control over you.

~ He has a savior complex. He always wants to be your savior. He's trying to be your white knight.

[dollywony]

unfair - m.w/j.h

pairing: mike x reader & one-sided jane x reader

summary: the crumbled polaroid on the ground revealed the truth and some feelings.

a/n: aahh im so sorry for not updating!!! school and life has been so draining :( ive gotten so rusty with writing so i hope this isn’t horrible 😕

warnings: cheating, cursing, angst.

wc: 1k

It was 3:27 am. Who was ringing your door like a fucking mad man?

Grumbling, you got yourself up and pushed it open. To your sudden satisfaction, it was your boyfriend, Mike.

Widening your eyes, you questioned the lanky boy who had been standing out in the rain, fully drenched. That wasn’t the only thing that stood out to you though.

His eyes, bloodshot red while his nose was a furious shade of vermillion.

“Mike, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you ushered him into your house.

Sniffling he followed you in. Ushering off to get a towel for him, he held your wrist firmly.

Giving him a look of confusion and worry, he began to speak, not before immediately crying.

Not caring if you got wet, you pulled him into a hug and tried your best to comfort him. Whispering “it’s okay” and “you know I’m here” repeatedly into his shivering figure.

A few minutes went by before Mike spoke up.

“Y/n-“ Mike choked up, bursting into tears once again.

“Mike? What is it?”

You were met with no reply, the sounds of Mike’s sobs echoing through your ears again.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Mike finally let out, slowly letting his head hang low.

What exactly was he sorry for? You were sure he had done nothing wrong from what you knew.

“Sorry about what?”

Wordlessly, Mike fished something out of his pocket. A crushed up polaroid hit the ground.

Picking said polaroid up, your look of confusion turned into a fury of different emotions. It was at a party of some sort you guessed. Mike was against the walls, arms wrapped around some girl while hers were upon his chest, making out.

You were silent.

Nothing ran through your head. You tried to convince yourself that he was just caught off guard, maybe even set up but no. The look on Mike's face gave it away. It wasn’t like he was surprised, no. He looked like himself.

The image looked normal. Well, minus the fact that your boyfriend was making out with another girl.

He had done the one thing he had promised he would never have done.

Cheat on you.

Mike turned his head away, trying to somehow shove his shame away. Trying to somehow ignore the scene upon him. Trying to somehow, somehow believe this all is a nightmare come alive.

Mike's pleads and apologies haven’t even made it through your ears. They all seemed like empty, useless words.

Feeling the warm sensation of your tears streaking your pained face, you think of how minutes earlier you were wiping away the tears of who you believed loved you.

You bring your hand up as an attempt to wipe your tears away. They were useless, the ugly sobs stuck in your throat erupting and making you a mess. Your knees grew weak and gave up on you.

Tossing the polaroid to god knows where, you just cry. You just fucking cry.

It felt like hours, but when you look up to distinguish the time, only five minutes had gone by. Five minutes of the two of you crying had gone by.

“Mike, please leave.” Your voice comes out croaky. You were surprised that you could compose a sentence without breaking down again.

“Y/n-“

“Mike.”

Mike's face contorts from frustration to helplessness. But, he accepts your decision. He knew the mental message you sent him. The message that you couldn’t say right now. Not verbally.

Mike wants to fight with you, at least to try and get you back but he knows he’s lost.

He’s lost you.

Shamefully, Mike picks the tear stained polaroid and shoves it in his back pocket and heads for the front door.

“You know Y/n. I really still love you. I really fucking do.”

The sound of your door clicking had released the new streams of tears you tried so hard to push back.

Words couldn’t explain how you felt. You felt a mixture of multiple emotions. The feeling of nausea came to you, though you felt no need to regurgitate.

Through the door, Mike can hear your muffled, anguished sobs. He can hear the low whimpers you let out. He can practically feel the emotions radiating off you through the door.

Walking back to the black vehicle, he slams the door shut.

“You didn’t have to make me do that, you know.” Mike grumbles to his friend.

“Y/n had a right to know.” Jane scoffs.

“But you could have kept it a secret!” Mike exclaimed with frustration.

Mike was right. Jane could have kept it a secret but she didn’t.

She loved you too much.

“Y/n’s my best friend. I’m doing what’s best for her and you.”

“And I thought we agreed it would be for the best if she didn’t know?”

Staying silent, Jane doesn’t say anything. Sure, she agreed at first once seeing the unknown female in his bed but she didn't understand.

Why did you choose Mike?

Why not her?

Why was it Mike out of all people?

Jane had probably loved you the moment you guys became friends. Your bubbly personality, your smile, the way your eyes light up at the mention of cherries and penguins.

She loved you so much but why was it Mike that had won your frail, delicate heart over?

Jane knew she was selfish. She knew she was selfish for making Mike tell Y/n about his scandalous behavior but she didn’t care. She knew Y/n would take it horribly but she couldn’t hold the lies in any longer.

“Shut up Mike, it was your fault anyways.” Jane grumbles as she starts to drive to the Wheelers residence.

Even though as hard as Jane tried to ignore it, she knew that deep down Mike was Y/n’s and Y/n was Mike’s. No matter what happened. At the end of the day either one of you would run back.

And she fucking hated it.

[cerysjonesdarling]

can you tell me what’s wrong?

Mike Wheeler x fem!reader smut

Warnings: Talks about painful sex, insecurity, reader is sad/frustrated at the start.

MINORS DNI

Smut warnings: Painful sex, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, light somno, creampie, wet and messy, vague nod to virginity kink? Dirty talk, soft dom Mike, light humiliation.

Description: Mike’s girlfriend is struggling with sex being painful and is very insecure about it, spiralling internally because she really struggles to voice her feelings. Mike Wheeler just wants to take care of people.

**MIKE IS 20 HERE**

This is some self-serving bullshit fr

She had been so fucking difficult for him all day. She was clearly in a mood of some sort, and he couldn’t quite tell what it was about, and it was starting to really upset him. She always had roller coaster emotions, but it was evidently clear that she couldn’t seem to stay on ‘happy’ or ‘content’ for very long at all, sticking more around the area of looking grumpy, frustrated, or sometimes devastated.

He tried being nice about it, he put every ounce that he had into being patient and gentle and sweet, but his soft words and rubbing her back were met with a faraway and glassy-eyed look, his girl shrinking in on herself and almost holding back tears. And in the end, he’d never been very patient as a person.

That being said, he was enjoying getting to play this side of the board for once. It was in her nature to be nurturing, to look after him, to make him feel safe and happy and warm. Mike rarely ever got to do the same. Mike got called daddy because she liked to say it, and because it’s nice to hear. But he very rarely got to act in such a way that would be considered just purely being a caretaker for her, and he liked it quite a bit.

Well, he liked it when she wasn’t being a fucking brat about it. The tears and the pouting made his heart ache, but they were always quickly preceded or followed by frowning, snapping, fighting. He liked those things when he knew she wasn’t upset, but this time she clearly was. And for some reason, that didn’t stop his body reacting how it usually did when she made some scathing comment towards him.

It didn’t help that in between outwardly sour moods she was actively teasing him. He was trying to keep himself in line based on how her moods were changing, how fucking sad she seemed to be, but he was so fucking horny. His cock was rock hard and leaking in his jeans and she was sucking on his neck while they tried to watch a movie, and he was only a man.

He angled himself towards her a little more, playing with her hair with the arm he had around her while the other teasing at the flesh of her thigh. It seems to spur her on, which spur him on, until both were moaning into the other's mouth, palming each other through their clothes.

“Want you,” he breathed into her mouth, receiving only a whimpered cry in response as she straddled him. She was rocking against him helplessly, tears in her eyes and her face red. He cupped her face, making her look at him properly. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, baby?”

She shook her head petulantly, diving down to kiss him but he dodged. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong, princess?”

He only ever used princess genuinely, in a situation so genuinely vulnerable that he could only mean it with his whole heart. It was never meant to be cruel, unlike some of the others, just to let her know he adored her more than anything else in the world, usually when she was having a bad day.

“Don’t….don’t wanna.” She whispered. “Hard to talk about.” And she wasn’t lying either. The words felt stuck in her throat, stuck behind all the intrusive thoughts that were causing her tears, stuck behind fear and insecurity. “I just….can I try to talk about it later? It’s just hard to get to, and I….need this right now.”

And really, that was scary enough for her to do as it was. His chest filled with warmth and pride, smiling up at her and nodding as he pulled her back down to him. “Sweet girl, telling me what she needs. I appreciate your honesty, babygirl, I know it’s hard for you.”

He was at a crossroads here, though. Usually, if she’d acted this way, he’d be taking her down. Verbally, physically, he’d be trying to turn the tide of her behaviour through any punishment or humiliation necessary. But he didn’t think punishment would do any good this time, and he could tell she was humiliated enough as it was, so he had to carefully reconsider how he’d go about it before proceeding.

“You needy, baby?” He asked gently, pushing her shirt up her stomach and over her head, exposing her breasts to the bedroom that had seen them so many times before. He grazed his fingertips over them, carefully brushing over her nipples, trying to ease her into some state of complete submission. “You’ve been a bit bratty all day because you’re desperate for me, is that it?”

He was soft, rather than condescending as he spoke. She needed to be kept humiliated enough to stay at his mercy while not so much that she’d talk back. Plus, she liked it when he degraded her lightly, lovingly. She liked being forced to pout and nod and avoid looking him in the eye, humiliated and aroused and humiliated again.

Her underwear was damp already under his fingertips, and he made a sympathetic sound as he rubbed her over them. “So wet for me already, and I’ve barely touched you, love. It’s ok, you can’t help it. Look at you, all pretty and ruining your panties for me. So good for me, baby. Making me so hard.”

She whimpered again, pushing her hips against his hand and his cock. He moved his hand away, pulling her down to kiss her again, slotting their lips together and dipping his tongue into her pliant mouth, relishing how soft and needy and submissive her mouth was to him. He moved her from his lap and onto her back on the couch, situating himself between her legs and continuing his exploration of her mouth while he ground his hips into hers.

“You want my cock, baby?” He asked, grinding hard and slow against her. She didn’t answer, only grinding back. “Honey….” he pushed, dipping to suck at her breasts. “I would like an answer please.”

She continued her refusal, pouting a little when he drew back to look at her. He sighed, kissing her cheek and her temple and her nose, stopping with his nose pressed to hers and his eyes on hers.

“Wanna be really nice to you, princess, and all I’m asking is for you to tell me you want my cock.” He spoke gently, still slightly sad that she had looked so upset all day. “‘m not going to punish you. You were so brave telling me you need this earlier, but now I’m asking you to tell me what you need before I give it to you.”

She bit into her lower lip, looking somewhat frightened at having to say it out loud. She blinked up at him, trying to find the right words.

“Could you help?” She asked timidly, playing with her fingers and looking far too adorable for someone almost naked and spread out beneath him.

“I’m tryna help, honey, just want you to say-“

“No, I mean…. wanna say it, wanna tell you what I need, but need your help. Please. Just this once.”

This was another big thing for her to admit. It seemed intriguing to say the least that she was more willing to ask for help than to just tell him she wanted him inside her, but that was her contrarian nature. He nodded, pressing another kiss to her lips before snaking his hand down between them.

“So wet, baby, gonna make such a mess on the couch. Love it when you’re messy for me, darlin’,” he smiled to himself, rubbing on her drenched panties before pulling them aside lightly to touch her properly. “Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ,” he moaned, pushing his hips against her thigh as his fingers met her core. “So needy for me, so good, so fucking good.”

She was pushing her hips shakily against him, unsatisfied by how he refused to push into her, refusing to touch her to a rhythm. “Please, Mike.”

“Please what, babygirl?” He asked, eyes lust-blown and smouldering as they searched her face. “Are you ready to ask for what you need?”

She blinked a little, shaking her head. “‘m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, baby, don’t be sorry…” she whimpered when he removed his hand, sitting up on his knees and pulling her underwear down her thighs. “You’re ok, baby, you’re alright. Promise I’ll take care of you. Gonna get you to say what you need and then ‘m gonna give it to you, ok my good girl?”

Honestly, it was a bit of a blessing to have to tease this out of her. She’d been struggling so much recently with sex, being unable to relax properly and feeling pain when she put anything inside her little hole, so he would relish this chance to get her nice and ready before filling her with his cock. He stroked along her folds, feeling a rush of arousal at how wet she was, before working a finger inside her. She clenched around him, and he heard her gasp lightly.

“Did that hurt?” He whispered, easing himself down beside her. She nodded.

“Yeah…. not a lot, but a little bit. Just at the very start.”

“Ok, baby, I’ll be super careful.” He used his thumb on her clit, working her over gently and paying attention to how she clenched and unclenched on his finger in intervals. He chanced a second finger and was met without resistance or reaction. “Was that ok?”

She nodded, giving a small smile. “Yeah, Mikey, thank you for being gentle with me.”

“That’s alright, princess, anything for you…”

He worked slowly, carefully bringing her to a comfortable place, stretching her out by scissoring with his two fingers before adding a third. She was squirming lightly, wishing for more focused attention, wishing to be allowed to cum. “Please, Mike, want it-“

“What do you want, baby?”

She faltered, looking up at him pleadingly. “More.”

He smiled, adding a fourth finger and pumping into her carefully, allowing her to feel good for a moment. “Gonna give you everything you ask for, beautiful, promise.”

He was putting more care into her than he would if she were a virgin, which she hadn’t even been when they’d met. “Do you ever wish our first times had been together?”

He’d asked quite calmly for someone who had half his hand inside this whimpering mess of a girl who was moaning into his shoulder. “Mhm. Wish you were the first in my body, Mikey.”

He could tell she was close to relenting enough to answer his question as she was calling him Mikey. That was always a funny turn of events.

“I could be, baby. Just gotta tell me what you want. What you need.”

The thought of treating her like a needy little virgin had him throbbing again. He hoped she said it soon so he could play with her how he wanted to.

“Need you, Mikey. Need you inside me….need your cock, daddy.”

He was beyond relieved. He kissed her sweetly, affectionately, before whispering: “Thank you, princess.”

He fucked her as nicely as he could manage, working tirelessly to ensure it didn’t hurt her like it had before. They really did make a mess, his cum leaking out of her and adding to the pool of her arousal on the blanket that covered the couch cushions for this exact reason.

They remained entangled, Mike not even bothering to pull out of her as they settled into a state of dreamy relaxation together. She seemed more present, more stable now, so he chanced asking his initial question once more.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, honey?” He planted kisses on her face and her jaw and her shoulder, trying to make her feel as safe as possible while she considered what she had to say.

“I’ve been….in my head. About how it hurts to have sex. It’s been making me self-conscious, insecure kind of. Sometimes it spirals and I can’t…I can’t remember that you want me, and I think I’m broken, and that you can’t possibly want me anymore.”

He looked at her, unable to mask his devastation. “No…that’s not…that’s not true, baby, please don’t think that.”

They stayed there, talking about it until they both drifted off to sleep.

***

It can’t have been more than half an hour later when Mike blinked back awake, hot and hard from the dream he’d been having about….well, exactly this, actually. She was still asleep, and his cock was buried deep in her cunt, ready to use her again greedily and fill her up again.

He kissed her lightly, over her eyelids, forehead, cheeks, until she was blinking awake and wiggling beneath him. His breath turned ragged, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth dropping open as she clenched around him.

“Hi, baby…” she whispered, voice husky with sleep. She lifted her hand to cup his jaw, bringing him down to kiss her again. “Like waking up like this.”

“Me too,” he rasped, kissing her deeper. He rolled his hips into her, groaning quietly. “‘s it hurt?”

She shook her head, pushing into him sleepily. “Feels good. Gonna fuck me again, daddy? Gonna breed me, breed my needy little cunt?”

Yeah, this is a lot like that dream.

His thrusts picked up speed, and she picked up in volume, spitting all sorts of filthy words at him while he got himself off in her again.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna knock you up this time, baby, gonna leave so much of my seed in you that you’ll have no choice but to have my baby. Fu-uck, mommy, so good around me. Can feel you’re close - you getting off on me breeding you? So filthy, baby, wanting to be a mommy for me just because you like my cock so much.”

He could feel her pulsing around him, a tell-tale sign that she was about to cum around him again, and he’d be a goner when she did. She was moaning, still sleepy but so relaxed and content being at his mercy, feeling her orgasm build and not having to do a thing to push for it. It was going to be intense, and she was powerless to stop it.

“Mikey, ‘m gonna cum, gonna make a mess, can’t help it, ‘m sorry-“

“Don’t be sorry, baby, I’m desperate for it. Wanna see my good girl come apart on my cock for me, oh fuck, just like that - let go, honey, that’s it-“

She arched up into him, moaning sinfully as she spilled onto him, coating his cock and their thighs in her, soaking the blanket beneath them. She was still cumming in waves, gripping onto his arm while he fucked her through it, filling her with his release before she’d had the chance to come down.

“Oh my God,” he panted, feeling the rolling ecstasy slowly abate. “Oh my God.”

He pulled out of her carefully, sitting back on his heels and marvelling at the image before him. “Why is it that the hottest visuals always come after it’s over? I don’t wanna wait a few hours to get off over this.”

She giggled dazedly, shifting slightly before he stopped her with a hand on both her knees, holding her thighs apart. “What is it?”

“Can I take a picture of you?” He asked, brain somewhere else entirely. Her eyes widened, and she nodded slowly.

“Don’t want my face in it, please,” she whispered, leaving her legs open while he got his phone. He snapped the photo before reaching a hand down to help her up.

“Messy girl needs to take a shower.” he teased, tickling her sides as he pushed her towards the door, laughing at the face she made.

“Please don’t, there is so much cum in me.” She grimaced as it leaked out of her.

“Good.”

[scwheeler]

🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — past tense

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: you’ve had a crush on mike wheeler since birth, however he’s never been too fond of you. but high schools coming up and after a few events, you finally get over mike but how the tables turn…

warnings: asshole mike 🖕🖕🖕

age of pairing: 15-16

a/n: this was originally the flipped fic i made first but i changed it up a little and was just bored ALSO IT BARELY MAKES SENSE LOL

june 24th, 1981

you had just finished your third lap around the neighborhood on your bike. it was summer yet the heat was bearable, at least to be outside before two p.m. or else you had to smother yourself with sunscreen to prevent getting burned. you thought it was a good idea to head home now as you biked around the corner to see your familiar washed down yellow house.

what was unfamiliar was the three white moving trucks pulling up the house next to yours. it was a large white house that had been empty for some time now. you expected some elderly couple or family of like eight kids to move in. but as you parked your bike on the driveway of your house, you walked towards one of the trucks that had people in it.

there was a little boy with dark hair and a navy jacket on. it was summer and he was wearing a jacket? who was this kid? he had his back turned to you, making you more curious. you started to jog to him and a man who was giving him brown cardboard boxes bigger than his torso. it was probably his dad. he had thick glasses and a come over like most guys you saw at the grocery market and shopping mall.

they were in the moving truck and moving around boxes so you jumped in, “hi! you need some help?” you reached for one of the boxes that had a red label ‘FRAGILE’ which you disregarded. “whoa there, that’s some heavy stuff, why don’t you head on home little girl,” he shooed you away and put a foot on the box you were reaching for, preventing you from carrying it.

you didn’t take it personally, lots of people probably don’t want a strange girl taking their belongings. “hey dad—” the boy peered into the moving truck where you and his dad stood. he stopped himself once his eyes laid on you. he seemed scared more than friendly. 

he had a band-aid on his chin and freckles on his cheeks. he wore a stripped collar shirt under his jacket and plain khaki pants, reaching all the way to his black sneakers. wow was he dressed for winter! you were paying too much attention to what he was wearing you didn’t even realize he was speaking.

you only looked at his face. once your eyes met his, you knew this boy was going to be yours. no matter what.

august 16th, 1981

“—and when we got there it was the beach, like everywhere!” your classmate carly kept talking about her trip to california as the rest of the girls listened in awe. living in hawkins had its perks sometimes but not having a beach was not one of them. however you didn’t really care about what she did or what she was saying.

it was the first day of fifth grade and the only thing you were excited for was the teacher to bring in the new student. your next door neighbor, mike wheeler. throughout the hot summer days, he was the only thing that made those days hotter. you felt your cheeks warm up whenever he would reluctantly knock on your door to drop off a pie or any treat his mom was baking that week.

those days were the days you waited all week for. every friday evening you would look your best, wearing your hair in the cutest ways and putting on the clean clothes fresh out of the laundry so you could smell the sweet flower scent. you would also prevent anymore else from approaching the door.

you stood next to the door, in front of the mirror adjusting your hair while waiting for him to arrive at about seven to knock on the front door. you would wait exactly six seconds so he wouldn’t realize that you were literally waiting on hand and foot for him.

what you didn’t know was he basically saw you through the small side window, standing there counting in your head until finally deciding to get the door. he thought it was weird. he thought you were weird. when his mom would nag him weekly to take a new baked treat over to your house, he thought he was getting punished.

he would have to go all the way down the stairs and get the plate or tin and walk over to your house next door. he complained that the walk felt like a whole marathon when in reality it was only about twenty steps maximum. then he would knock on the door not even bothering to press the doorbell because you had probably had touched it.

he would watch you wait like ten seconds until finally answering the door with a bright smile and thank him a million times. he would keep a straight face and just nod, not one word coming out of his mouth during the last six weeks he’s been doing this.

you would always take any chance to play with him. if he was outside about to get on his bike, you would rush outside without a care in the world if you stumbled down the stairs or hit your knee on a stair. but the instant you would get on your bike, you saw him peddling away like he was trying to get away from zombies. you thought he was going to go meet someone or had something to do, like being the newspaper boy? so you didn’t mind it.

sometimes when you felt like it (basically always) you would get on your bike and chase him, following where he was going. he was just going in laps like you did which meant technically he couldn’t say this following because you were just a fellow neighborhood kid riding their bike around.

you tried your hardest to catch up to him, so you could chat with him or even go somewhere with him but you didn’t know if it was if he had iron lungs and mechanical legs or because he always had a head start, his back would always be turned.

beginning school was the next dreaded thing mike was worried for. not because it’s a new school and he didn’t know anyone. he did know someone, you. mainly that was why he dreaded it. he would have to pass the halls and avoid you to the fullest. what if he ended up with the same teacher as you? then he knew he’d be screwed.

“everyone, this is michael wheeler. i’d like you guys to be nice and respectful to him, please sit down beside y/n. y/n raise your hand,” the teacher spoke carefully and guided him towards you who had a hand up as if there was a star to be reached. ‘how could the universe love you so much!’ you thought.

how could the universe hate him so much, mike thought.

he walked towards his seat that was sat to the right of you. you watched as he slowly sat down and pulled out a blue notebook, the same as yours. yours had a few peeled off sticker residue and markings from previous pens and pencils but it was the same alright.

mike didn’t spare you or your desk a glance to notice so you thought it’d be best to let him know. while the teachers back was turned and faced the blackboard to write down the agenda, you leaned to your right side. “mike—mike, look we’re matching!” he looked at you holding up your notebook like the nobel piece prize and groaned.

not the reaction you expected but it was mike wheeler after all. he would always find a way to avoid you but you were already there. he was hiding and you were next to him. almost attached! for the rest of the day, he looked away from you, facing his right side instead of his left where you sat.

he was talking to lucas and will, two boys who sat near him as well. you’ve never talked to them before even though you spent the last four years of school with them. they seemed weird, not like geeky weird, but like they couldn’t hold a conversation with you. maybe it was early puberty?

either way, you sat in silence. looking at the board but stealing a few glances to peek at mike from the corner of your eye. he was passing notes and laughing with the others boys. looks like he already got himself some new friends. friends that didn’t include you.

june 7th, 1984

tying your white shoelaces to your red sneakers, you entered the classroom for the last day of school. your hair was tied back into a ponytail and moved from side to side as you approached the library. you wanted to return all the books from this school year before you forgot and then finally get to enjoy the start of summer.

as you put it back onto the shelves, you overheard a familiar voice. mike. instead of walking away to spend your summer day, you leaned towards the bookshelf and waited for the boys to speak again. “people will think you’re doing charity mike!” one of the boys said. “yeah i’m not one to be mean but she’s so gross like she’s been obsessed with you forever and did you see her stupid yard?” “that piece of shit!” “shut up it’s a library shhhh,” one of them said. “mike come one be honest.”

you gripped onto the books in your arms and waited for mikes response. “yeah i would kill myself if i was seen with her,” he laughed. you immediately ran out, getting out of the school and getting on your bike. without another thought you rushed inside your house and to your room.

january 3rd, 1985

mike had made it clear he didn’t reciprocate your feelings and even though it was hard, you swallowed your emotions and decided to give up. other than the conversations you had practically forced him into, he never made the effort to talk to you. basically avoiding you for the last four years. so the last day of ninth grade you expected it to the same. and it was.

until you got home. you stood in disbelief in the middle of your kitchen as your mom spoke to you. the words “dinner at the wheelers,” sounded incorrect like you had a hearing problem. but when she repeated it, you realized it was true. “but they’ve never invited us over in like the four years they’ve lived here?” you asked and sat on at the table.

“what matters y/n, at least they’re noticing now,” your mom responded and before you could mutter ‘that’s ridiculous’ you walked out and into your room. sitting on at the desk, you stared down at your textbooks, “mike wheeler…what could he want now?” you’d eventually gotten over him, as you do with most crushes so you didn’t mind going over for dinner.

you weren’t going to be a stuttering, blushing mess and you would be polite and kind. especially to his parents and not mind him any extra attention. but why now? why after these three long years would be invite your family over?

the afternoon came sooner than you thought and you found yourself in a clean formal outfit with a homemade key-lime pie in your hand, waiting in front the mike wheeler’s door. it would be a lie if said you hadn’t been facing this door a million times. you used to come and knock on his door almost every weekend and everyday in summer, asking him to play or come over but his response was a quick decline.

at first he was nice about it, saying he had to help his mom or making up another lame excuse but than he stopped trying to even be somewhat kind about declining your offer. you could see him through the living room window, reading a book and gritting his teeth while you pressed his doorbell time after time. he would ignore you or make one of his other family members get the door, so he could avoid you at all costs.

it was disappointing to say the least but you still saw him at school. you waved to him every chance you got but after experiencing his unresponsiveness for about the seventieth time, you quit. he probably never even noticed your existence at this point!

but mike knew. he always knew, and he was different than you thought. once you stopped caring about him and knocking on his door or taking any chance to make him look at you, he realized something. he missed it, he missed you. it was now him searching for you in the class and him who stared out his bedroom window to see if you would walk over and ring the doorbell.

he didn’t like you. even if only as a friend, he would never admit it. but seeing you view him unlike before changed his mind. he liked your bright personality and your eagerness to try anything. sometimes he would sit in his room, staring at his math homework but thinking about you. how on the bus, you walked right passed him and sat next to timothee brown! crazy! everyone knew timothee was weird and no one ever would sit next to him. to seem unnoticeable, whenever someone boarded the bus, he would look at you who was looking at timothee. chatting, talking, laughing!

he would think to himself, “what was she laughing about? how could she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful!” however he could only turn around and stare out the window while his friend dustin continued to talk about dnd. why was this happening to him! he hated you. he hated you. always had and always will, so why was he dreaming about you every night and imagining what you were doing during class, outside of school, while with his friends, at dinner, during homework, and even when he was watching tv!

you were like a song he couldn’t get out of his head.

a bad song.

there was a knock at his front door and as much as he wanted it to be you, his face showed different emotions. you stood with a pie in your hand and in front of his door once again. wasn’t this want he wanted? but it wasn’t. you looked forced, annoyed. how he looked whenever you would come up to talk to him.

it wasn’t like before, no immediate hugs or jumps to conversations. you walked straight to the kitchen and helped mikes mom set the table. he only watched you walk right past him and ignore him. ignore him! he finally was going to speak to you and now his time was up? it was like a video game and he had used all this lives.

you tried to kept your composure, but to be honest when he opened the door with his shaggy dark brown hair, almost a shade of black and burgundy covering down to his eyebrow and straight freshly-ironed gray collared sweater, your heart slipped almost a beat. scratch that. make that three beats.

before he could look up, you turned your attention to nancy in the background who smiled and waved to you. quickly to divert his attention, you ran inside without a hello and entered the kitchen to help with dinner. brushing past mikes shoulder, deep inside you wished you paused and said hi whcih could possibly have sparked a conversation but he never did in the past three years so why would he start now!

sitting at a wooden dinner table could never have been more awkward. your parents and his had small conversations but mostly about work and school, meaning you and mike were out of the question. luckily you turned your head to nancy and instantly started to ask her stuff about high school. she gladly responded to your questions. she was so sweet, you kept your eyes away from in front of you and to the side where she was sitting. mike who was facing you was waiting for you to be done but you had no intention of stopping.

when nancy and you finished your conversation, you went up to use the restroom twice, forgot to turn off your record player in your room, and finally dinner ended. all of these were excuses to avoid talking to mike and he clearly noticed. at the end of dinner and everyone was settled in the living room, you excused yourself to your room so you could finish your homework.

surprisingly this was true, mr. dons just handed out an essay assignment due this week and you forgot to do it. you sat on your desk, opening your cabinets to get your notebooks and grabbing a few pencils. once you wrote the first word “the,” there was a knock at your door.

“come in!” you said and assumed it was your mom bringing you a snack or to tell you the wheeler’s were finally leaving. but it wasn’t. “sorry to disturb you,” he apologized softly and approached you. you sighed, “what do you want?” he was nervous, looking around your room. he saw a small red notebook on top of your dresser, he looked back to you with your eyes glued to your papers. he carefully reached for it, “don’t touch that.” you turned around and stared at him, “seriously mike what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to talk to you,” mike said and sat on your bed. you turned back to your homework, “well i don’t want to talk to you.” “why?” he asked, further agitating you. “because—i just don’t,” you groaned and tried focusing on the words in textbooks but you couldn’t with the presence of mike wheeler.

“i thought you liked me,” mike mumbled which finally grasped your attention. “liked.” you replied, making mike finally leave your room.

[froggywritesstuff]

jerk | mike wheeler

pairings: Mike Wheeler x g/n!reader

warnings: Mike's a bitch in this cause why not, swearing

request: Hey can I please suggest one where it’s a Mike wheeler x reader and Mike acts like he hates them because he is worried that if he doesn’t hate them he will admit his feelings so one day he walks in on them crying and feels horrible

A/N: 18+ readers DNI.

The cafeteria was buzzing, students laughing and chatting with one another, the teens sitting with Eddie Munson ignoring the disgusted stares from everyone else, being used to it by now. The Party members were talking and laughing with one another as usual, all except for the dark haired Wheeler boy, who sat looking rather blue at the table, his head looking down at his lunch tray, picking at the food with his plastic fork.

"Wheeler, what's going on?" Mike's head shot up at Eddie's familiar voice, "You look all sad. You better not be like that for the campaign tonight." he remarked, receiving a cheer from the rest of the party at the mention of the campaign.

"Nah, it's nothing." he lied, dropping his gaze back down to the mushy food on his tray.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Someone's just sad that Y/N's not here today."

Mike's cheeks burned bright red, "No I'm not!" he denied.

The teens at the table all snickered and laughed at Mike's flustered expression, Eddie being the exception, who just furrowed his brows together in confusion.

"Y/N? By the way you always glare and roll your eyes at them, I assumed you just hated them."

Mike nodded at Eddie, "That's because I do hate them." he urged, though it seemed like he was just trying to convince himself.

"Sure you do," Dustin mumbled, rolling his eyes, "That's why you keep looking at them with heart eyes, 'oh Y/N, I don't know how to express my feelings around you so I'll just be mean to you instead, but I really really like you.'" he mocked, earning a death glare from Mike.

"That's not funny, Dustin." 

Lucas snickered, "It's kinda funny."

Mike rolled his eyes, standing up from the table, forgetting about the crappy cafeteria slop people called food. It was the last thing on his mind. He ignored the calls from Lucas and Dustin attempting to apologise and exited the cafeteria. Mike made his way outside the building, striding toward the old wall phone in front of the building, mainly used for kids when their parents forget to pick them up or when people are just bored, but Mike had other intentions.

He hastily dialled the number he had engraved in his brain, brought the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. The dial tone ran through the phone for what felt like an eternity, before the beep sounded. 

"Piece of shit," Mike hissed, slamming the phone back in its place. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. How was he supposed to go with his day now? He needed to see you. At least hear your voice. It was driving him crazy with you not there.

Mike could barely focus the rest of the school day, his mind racing with thoughts. Make that one thought. After all, he could only bring himself to think about you.

The second the bell rang for home-time, Mike sped out of school, no time to explain to Lucas and Dustin what the hell he was doing. He wasn't even sure what he was doing himself. Though he knew what he wanted to do. See you.

He sped down the streets on his bike, wind flipping in his hair, too pumped up on adrenaline to care about his legs burning from how fast he was going. He almost missed your house he was going so fast, and almost crashed into your mailbox. OR he might've crashed. Again, he was too pumped up to care.

He hurried to your front door, pounding his fist on the wood almost a hundred times, before someone finally answered.

"Who the hell are you and why are you trying to break down our door?!”

”Is Y/N here?” he asked breathlessly, only just realising he could’ve paced himself a bit more. He realised the person at the door was one of your parents and he definitely should’ve made a better first impression, but he didn’t have time to care.

”Huh?”

”Is Y/N here?!”

”Yeah. Are you part of their dnd team or something.”

”Party. Dnd party- yes.”

“I bet they’ll probably wanna talk to you then.” they said, opening their further to let Mike in.

”Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, practically sprinting inside.

”I doubt they wanna tell me. You’ll probably have better luck.”

Mike had his doubts about that, but nodded his head nonetheless, “Thanks,” he said, sprinting off to your room.

He hadn’t been to your house in ages; he almost forgot where it was. That thought alone made him feel even worse than he already did.

When he made it to your room he knocked, anxiously waiting for your reply.

”Come in,” you called.

Mike practically burst through the door at your words, but reality hit him like a brick when he saw your confused expression, and he realised he had no idea what he was doing.

”Mike?” he just stood there, not having the slightest clue of what to say, “what are you doing here?”

Mike opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, trying his best to form words, “I. Uh… you weren’t at school today, I wanted to check if you were ok.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. The Mike Wheeler you thought you knew wouldn’t give a shit about your well-being. You thought he’d be jumping for joy when you weren’t there, “What does that mean?”

Mike took a breath, “I was just worried,” he walked further in your room, before noticing your face shiny with tears, “shit Y/N, have you been crying.”

You resisted the urge to wipe the tears from your face, knowing that’d just confirm his suspicions. “No.” 

“Yes you have. Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

"Nothing." you pressed, not wanting him to know.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not."

"Bullshit."

"Fuck you."

"What?" Mike heard what you said perfectly fine. He didn't care if you had to curse him out for hours; he just wanted to know what was wrong.

You rolled your eyes, "I said 'fuck you'."

"Why?"

You stared at him in pure disbelief, "Why? Mike, you have been the biggest fucking asshole to me for months!" you continued when Mike stared at you like an idiot, "You're always rolling your eyes whenever I talk, I catch you death staring me, and whenever I try to ask you what I did wrong you just fucking ran away." Hearing you say that, he realised that was probably a dumb move. "A-and now you're here asking me why I'm crying and not going to the campaign tonight? It's fucking confusing."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a jerk to you. I just..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

You stared blankly at him, "What?"

"I-" he cut himself off with a groan, holding his head in his head, "I don't think of you as my friend, Y/N."

Despite your eye roll, you still felt your heart pang at Mike's words. "You made that clear."

Mike squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He didn't know why he could never have a normal conversation with you. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I, ugh. I like you." he blurted out, immediately feeling his cheeks go red.

You stared at him, "What?"

"I like you Y/N. Not in a friend way."

You felt your heart rate quicken as you began to realise what he was talking about, "Like in a Max and Lucas way?"

He nodded, "And that's not an excuse for how I was acting, I just didn't know how else to deal with it cause I know you don't like me that way, and being a jerk was the only thing I knew I could do. I don't know how to be a good boyfriend, I know how to be a jerk."

You stared at Mike for a while, gathering up all your thoughts before you spoke, "You're wrong Mike."

"What? I wasn't a jerk?"

"No," you furrowed your brows, "You were definitely a jerk. You're wrong cause you said I don't like you."

Mike froze. "Huh?"

"I like you too Mike. When you're not acting like a jerk though, so fucking stop that."

"Oh." he sighed in relief, cheeks burning bright red. "I was not expecting that."

"Yeah, because you're also an idiot."

buy me a coffee <3

[crucifiedkiss]

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 ﹙SHOW — PJO﹚  🌊 ˖ ׁ ⁩

　　　⏤　 METEOR SHOWER ★ 9.21.24 ★ P. JACKSON HCS　　╱　　cw: show!percy (i havent read the book(s) ...), season not specified, fluff, ooc (proudly), water && swimming, kissing (underwater), extremely cheesy/cringey type loveㅤ♡ㅤgn!reader

　　　⏤　 WASTED SUMMERS ★ 9.22.24 ★ P. JACKSON DRBLS　　╱　　cw: show!percy (i havent read the book(s) ...), season not specified, 'x' and '&' because its not necessarily romantic or platonic, drabbles (drbls), one-sided love, manipulation/playing with feelings, toxic relationship/love, angst, ooc, crying, based off the song 'wasted summers' by juju<3ㅤ♡ㅤgn!reader

 ﹙SHOW — ST﹚  🩸 ˖ ׁ ⁩

　　　⏤　 CUPID ★ 9.26.24 ★ P. JACKSON DRBL ++ HCS　　╱　　cw: show!percy (i havent read the book(s) ...), season not specified, requested by 🦇anon ♡, ooc (proudly), not much plot, kissing (obv ..), fluff, silly teenagers being silly teenagers, drabble (drbl) ++ headcanons (hcs), drbl is pre-dating/before dating, YAPPING SO HARD IM SO SRRY 😭😭ㅤ♡ㅤgn!reader

　　　⏤　 I WANNA BE YOURS ★ 9.19.24 ★ W. BYERS HCS　　╱　　cw: wills season not specified (?), fluff, mentions of s1 events, kissing ('kiss attack'), and i think thats all ??ㅤ♡ㅤgn!reader

　　　⏤　 GLUE SONG ★ 9.20.24 ★ M. WHEELER HCS ++ DRBLS WOA　　╱　　cw: fluff ++ light angst, accidentally dialouge heavy, headcanons (hcs) && drabbles (drbls), ways of affection (woa <- love languages), mentioned byler :P, seasons not specified (?), LONG !!! (i had 22 lock IN), mentions of mileven (not hating !! some ppl just rlly hate that ship 😓), liking someone whilst already dating someone else ++ hints at breaking up, alcohol ++ drugs, implications of abuse, bad parenting, ooc ???, etc. .. overall cute tho !!ㅤ♡ㅤgn!reader

 ﹙MOVIE — TGF﹚  🪶 ˖ ׁ ⁩

　　　⏤　 GLUE SONG ★ 9.20.24 ★ B. PAVLIKOVSKY HCS ++ DRABBLES WOA　　╱　　cw: fluff ++ light angst, accidentally dialouge heavy, headcanons (hcs) && drabbles, ways of affection (woa <- love languages), mentioned byler :P, seasons not specified (?), LONG !!! (i had 22 lock IN), mentions of mileven (not hating !! some ppl just rlly hate that ship 😓), liking someone whilst already dating someone else ++ hints at breaking up, alcohol ++ drugs, implications of abuse, bad parenting, ooc ???, etc. .. overall cute tho !!ㅤ♡ㅤgn!reader

[mad-zz]

One Shot-

Mike Wheeler x Fem Reader

Word Count:

Fluff

Warnings: Cuss words and some parts where i dont clarify who is speaking

Reader , Mike , Dustin , Eddie

Can’t belive he did it

Mike Wheeler wasn’t known to have “rizz” as some might call it. The only girl he ever actually dated way Jane/Eleven but she moved away with his bestfriend in a whole other state so the relationship got a bit rocky and the had to break up. Mike didnt want it but Jane knew it was for the best.

So of course this left Mike in a mental state where he thought he would never find love again……Untilll he meet you. Co-Captain of the cheer team. Never afraid of speaking her mind. One of the most popular kids in school. So who would ever think a nobody like mike bagged someone like you?? His friend sure didn’t think so until you proved them wrong

Mike was walking to his next class until he saw you at your locker getting out your needed books. He thought you looked pretty doing anything. Walking, Talking, Eating. Anything you did you did it best to him. So it wasn’t much of a suprise to him that you were one of the captains for the cheer team. Mike walked up to you and right when you saw him you gave him a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a tight squeeze.

Gosh you had butterflies in your stomach right away. You found it werid that you still get butterflies even though y’all have been dating for 2 months already. You had asked him how his day was going and he said good as usual. As you and mike were talking you two were on your way to class when a particular friend of mike’s was watching. You had seen him before..What was it…?Uhhhh……DUSTIN! That was it you had seen Mike talking to him and he told you that Dustin was a close friend of his.

But Dustin was off. He was just staring at the two of you looked confused. And when he saw you staring at him, he had walked off in a hurry. You just minded your business and walked into class with Mike chatting about his new dnd board and how you should come over and see it. In the middle of him talking you had cut him off and said “ Hey why was Dustin looking so strange just now?” He has turned to you saying “Oh he was here i didn’t even notice?!” He looked kinda nervous when saying it. You thought something was up but you didn’t metiton it. So when you finally entered class you had taken a seat by Mike and had forgotten about it.

~Time Skip~

It was now lunch time and you were sitting with the jocks and cheerleaders while Mike was sitting with his friends. Every now and then you two will share glances with each other. It’s not like your relationship was a secret. Almost have the school knew you two were dating. Emphasis on almost. Because while you didn’t know it, Mike’s friends were that other half. So while Mike was staying at you a little bit and Dustin noticed he said. “Mike what we’re you and Y/n Y/l/n doing walking habe in hand with each other?” The guys immediately spit out there drink and in union yelled out a WHAT?!. Mike had turned his head right away and kinda just laughed it off with a “Whattttt pffff uh i mean i would never uhhh you knowww umm yeah”

Dustin replied with “You complete dodged the question” “I did not doged the question-” “You definitely just doged the question Wheeler” Eddie said. “Ok ok even if I did where is your proff of-” “Jason is hitting on Y/n” “WHAT” Mike right away turned his head to see you just talking with your friends. “Hey you tricked me!” “Why were you so worried about jason talking to y/n hmmm?” “Do you like her??” “And going back to the original question why were you two walking to together?!”

Mike looking completey embarssed with no excuses he had to fess up. “Ok ok i’ll tell you but yall have to promise to not freak out or something ok?” The whole table and nodded wanting to know what was happening between there friend and the most popular girl in school. “Ok here it goes…. Me and Y/n are dating and have been for about two months so far” Mike had looked back to stare at his friends for a moment until all his friends had staring laughing as Mike trew his head back in frustration.

“HAHAHA OK OK SO YOUR TELLING ME YOUR DATING Y/N Y/L/N THE MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL ??!!!” “Yes 😐” “STOP JOKING WHEELER IF THAT WERE TRUE I WOULD BE DATING CHRISSY RIGHT NOW AGHHH HAHAHA” “Guys im telling the truth!!” “Then how about you go prove it” Dustin said fake wiping away a tear “FINE” Mike says getting up to walk to your table. “Oh shit he’s actually going to do it”

You see your boyfriend walking up to your table so you wave at him but right when he comes up to you he pulls you up from the table and just kisses you. You don’t know why he’s doing it but hey your not complaining. You wrap your hands around his neck as he holds your waste. The kiss is passionate but soft at the same time. And when you two stop you ask him quitely why he did that. He just said I had to prove something to my friends real quick and presses a quick kiss on your forehead.

And Mikes friends are still at there table jaws dropped to the floor, astonished by the fact that Mike was telling the truth. Just as Mike was walking back Eddie said “ Cant belive he did it, he actually bagged Y/l/n” And Mike sat down he asked “Any other questions?” {Spoiler Alert they did}

[redroses07]

The Rock Show // Finn Wolfhard

Finn Wolfhard x Fem!Reader

WC: 2k

Based on/lyrics from 'The Rock Show' By Blink-182

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing

Summary: Finn falls in love with a girl at one of his shows, but does she feel the same?

A/N: I know I said I'd post this last night but I didn't have time to make my last few edits. Anyways, It's out now! This is also based on one of my favorite songs (I'll link it below) so it was super fun to write! This is the first time I've written for Finn in a while so I hope y'all like it! -Claire ♡

You stand outside the concert venue with your friend. Her boyfriend was the drummer for some band that was playing tonight, and she was intent on you coming along.

“Maybe you’ll meet a cute guy.” She teased, an obnoxious smirk on her face.

“Yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes, elbowing her playfully.

It was a small indoor venue, yet the line was still wrapped around the building. Luckily your friend’s boyfriend could get you special access through the back door.

When you saw the flight of stairs leading up to the stage door, you immediately regretted the heels you were wearing.

You followed closely behind your friend, unsure of where to go.

“Y/N hurry up!” Your friend called to you from the top of the stairs. You thought about how much you envied her comfy tennis shoes.

She held up the pass her boyfriend had given her, opening the door with ease.

The inside was stuffy, and even though the show hadn’t started, you could still hear the sound of the crowd cheering.

ultraviolet lights littered the ceiling, giving the area a purple glow. You could see the curtains pulled over the stage, blocking the crowd's view.

You were careful to watch for the cords strewn across the floor, connecting electric guitars and other equipment.

As soon as your friend saw her boyfriend sitting at his drum set she ran up to him excitedly, leaving you standing awkwardly backstage. You didn’t mind her going to see him of course, but you didn’t technically know anyone else back there and were worried about being thrown out.

“Hey, are you playing tonight? I’ve never seen you here before.” A voice pulled you away from your thoughts.

You turned your head to see a tall boy with messy dark hair. He had a guitar slung over his shoulder, and a mic attached to his shirt, so he clearly was playing tonight.

He was cute.

“Oh, um, no-“ You stumbled over your words, forgetting how to speak for a moment.

“I’m here with her.” You managed to say, pointing at your friend.

The boy smiled kindly, once he saw who you were pointing to.

“Third wheeling I see?”

You scuffed your heels against the floor nervously.

“Yeah, she made me come. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing now though. And clearly I look out of place too.” You said half jokingly.

The boy wore a look of surprise, which changed into embarrassment.

“Oh no, no that’s not why I started talking to you, I actually just thought you were pretty.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You felt your face get hot, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eye.

“Thank you.” You said, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Shit, sorry if that was too forward, what’s your name?”

You giggled, finding the courage to make eye contact again.

“Y/N. What’s yours?”

“Finn. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

You blushed, standing in awkward silence.

"What time do you go on?" You asked.

You wanted to make sure you didn't miss him playing.

"Around 11."

Maybe you would have to stay longer than you anticipated. Although, now you had something to look forward to, so maybe it wouldn't be half bad.

"I'll be there," you smiled.

Finn ran his hand through his hair, curls flopping over his face. He was quick to brush them away, keeping his eyes glued to you the whole time.

The background noise heightened, and you heard someone yell for all the players, no matter what time their sets started, to hurry up.

"Shit, I've gotta go...but you have good seats tonight right?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, right up front." Having a connection to one of the players did have its perks.

"Okay! Hold on a second!" Finn ran out of the room leaving you standing around awkwardly for a second time.

You peered through the door he ran through, eagerly waiting for him to come back. That is, if he was coming back at all. You were thoroughly confused and decided to lean back against the wall while you waited. Maybe you'd blend in better that way.

Finn came flying back around the corner, the guitar that was strapped around him swaying slightly.

"I couldn't find any paper, so is it okay if I write on your arm?" He held up a black sharpie, one of the big ones you'd use to write on posters with.

"Uh sure?" At this point you wondered if turning away was a better option, but nonetheless, you let him take your arm.

You watched as Finn frantically scribbled a few letters and numbers down on your arm. When he lets your arm go, you squinted at the messy black writing.

"That's the venue I'm playing at tomorrow. If you like what you see tonight, come tomorrow and I'll take you out afterwards."

You looked at your arm and smiled at the gesture.

"You know you could've just written it in my phone right?" You laughed.

"This is way cooler." Finn replied with a toothy grin.

"I really have to go now." He began to walk backwards towards the stage.

"Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon." Finn shot two finger guns at you before turning around and rushing off.

You were left alone once more, but you no longer felt awkward. You were too preoccupied with the butterflies in your stomach.

"Come on let's go- what's that?" Your friend asked, a suspicious smirk appeared on her face.

"I'll explain later."

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the hoard of people.

You surfed through the crowd, finally reaching the front of the pit below the stage. You were close enough to where you could reach up and touch the stage if you wanted.

You stayed in the same spot for most of the show, and time passed rather quickly. The music was enjoyable, but you had to admit that you were waiting for Finn to show up.

Finally, when the lights filled the room, signaling that another set was beginning, you saw him. He was standing center stage, guitar in one hand, microphone in the other.

You don't know how, but he managed to spot you among-st all the people. He winked in your direction, and you could feel your face light up.

Finn's singing voice definitely kept you interested, more than you had been all night. And if you weren't already convinced to go out with him, his guitar skills sealed the deal.

At the end of the night your friend called a cab, your feet hurt far too much to walk back to your apartment. During the ride you rambled to her about the cute boy you had met backstage, and how glad you were that you let her drag you along.

She argued that this gave her best friend bragging rights for at least a week. You scoffed, but agreed.

The minute you got home, you changed your clothes and crashed in your bed; already excited for the date you would surely be going on the next day.

From the moment you woke up, you were riddled with excitement. The show wasn't until late but you started getting ready around mid-day.

When the time finally came, you could feel the nerves coursing through your veins. But they were good nerves, as good as nerves could be of course.

You arrived at the venue alone, not the safest option but you were careful. You made your way up front about fifteen minutes before the show started so you didn't have to push through as many people.

The place was more like a club considering most of the attendees were standing and there were hardly any seats, save for the few in the back.

In what seemed like no time at all, the show began.

Finn was center stage yet again, and you could see him scanning the room. You hoped he was looking for you.

He had yet to spot you before starting the first song, which was an upbeat ballad. You bobbed your head along to the beat of the music, relaxing into the environment.

Finn's voice was like honey, each word flowing off of his lips beautifully.

Once the song was over, he approached the microphone.

"Thank you all for coming out here tonight." He scanned the room once more, but this time he did see you. His face lit up, just as it had the night before.

"This next song is a cover, and it reminds me a lot of someone I just recently met." His deep brown eyes never left yours.

He began to sing, a wide smile on his face as he did.

"I fell in love with a girl at the rock show, she said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know."

You smiled at the lyrics, surprised by how much you felt for this boy you had known no more than a day.

You let yourself float closer to the stage, still keeping your eyes on Finn. He was clearly focused on his guitar, playing through the riff before starting to sing again.

Finn noticed you standing below the stage and began to navigate towards you.

"And if I ever got another chance, I'd still ask her to dance. Because she kept me waiting."

He leaned down, knees hitting the floor. He continued to sing, doing everything he could to inch closer to you while he did.

You reached up, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him down further. Half of his body was hanging off of the stage, yet he still continued to sing.

"With the girl at the rock show..." His singing voice became breathy and strained.

The song ended and Finn pulled you up on stage with him. You could feel your heart beating with anticipation. Just like that, he pulled you into a messy kiss. The crowd erupted into applause, cheers, and even a few whistles could be heard. It was too brief for you to really enjoy the kiss, but it was perfect nonetheless.

When you broke apart, Finn leaned into you and whispered in your ear.

"Go wait backstage, I'll see you in a bit."

You smiled at him, and made the bold decision to kiss him on the cheek. The crowd cheered once more, and you took that as your queue to exit.

You sure would never forget tonight.

[l0vem00nlight]

CHRISTMAS SCENARIOS: DAY 1 ~ MIKE WHEELER

♥︎ 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘚/𝘖 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 ♥︎

A/N ~ Sorry for being gone for awhile! I just wanted to surprise you guys with a Christmas Scenarios! You can request as well!

Mike was already aware that your favorite holiday is indeed Christmas.

Over the course of years of being with the party he has seen you go into a christmas frenzy as soon as it hit December. Your house every year was always decorated from head to toe with Christmas lights, blow-up characters that represented the holidays, everything was too the top. Even the inside was decorated!

Mike knew what to expect when December came around and he was here for it. He also helped you decorate your house over the course of days. He had to be honest with you but it was a lot. It was fun yet so tiring. But of course he would never tell you that to your face. you looked so happy!

Mike also knew that you wouldn’t be active as much due to the fact that your buying presents for everybody. That was one of the biggest things he always looked forward to every year during Christmas. The fact that you are the absolute best at getting gifts for the party. It’s never something that they already have either.

Baking with you is also another one of his favorites. He sometimes will steal a cookie or two, being sneaky about it. It’s not long before you catch him sneaking in and you kick him out of the kitchen. He finds it so funny, hilarious even.

Christmas with you made it his favorite holidays You brought the light to the christmas and made it such a comforting yet wonderful experience. The party enjoyed the fact that you loved christmas but Mike knew it all. Mike knew you more. Mike knew that christmas is one of your most favorited holidays of the year and he wants to also join in on that excitement. He plays with you in the snow no matter how old you two are, he decorated the tree at both vid and your house with the most beautiful ornaments, he also feels up the stockings and helps you wrap gifts that aren’t his. It’s all amazing to experience with you. To be around someone as cheerful as you is like a blessing to him. Just seeing your bright smile brings him to life with happiness and joy as well as love. Your christmas spirit never fails to bring joy to not only him but others around you.

The most relaxing moments are drinking hot coco with you, sitting in either his basement or your home it’s all so warm and comforting. Christmas songs shall play in the background quietly as you two sit and watch christmas movies in peace and silence. You are tucked up together like two birds of a feather would be. It’s always so grand holding your hand as you walk through bundles and bundles of white snow.

And on Christmas Day, with a big smile on your face when you arrive at his house in the morning, holding a handful of gifts that all belonging to him and spoke…

“Merry Christmas!”

[walmarttrashbag]

Ouch.

POV: You and Finn are both on Stranger things and his character makes your character pissed off.

I read over the script and covered my mouth with my hand, laughing. I looked over to Finn and his jaw is wide open, eyes full of shock and terror.

Kayla was gonna kick Mike where it hurts.

"Oh no... No no no no no! No fuck no!" Finn yelled, running around the place. The rest of the cast had read the script too, bawling out in laughter.

It was now time to film, Finn's soul had just about died and I had a grin on my face.

"Finn, relax! I won't kick you that hard! Here, to help the pain!" I grabbed Finn's chin and put my soft plump lips over his. Finn's emotions were quickly waved over with pure love and lust, his eyes had hearts in them, but all that soon changed when he felt a sharp pow in his groin, erupting a loud yelp from the poor boys mouth. The slender teenager fell down gripped at his manhood, he was sure he was gonna get a bruise there.

"Fucking hell!" Finn cried out, unable to move from the floor, he was in too much pain to speak a sentence too.

I kneeled by him, patting his fluffy-curled head, gently kissing his cheek a couple times as puppy whimpers of pain shot from his mouth in small groan-like noises. I looked down upon my friendly victim and said "Oh stop, I'll pay for your broken dick"

[darkpeacemusic]

һ᥆ᥕ 𝗍һᥱ s𝗍rᥲᥒgᥱr 𝗍һіᥒgs ᑲ᥆ᥡs ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ rᥱᥲᥴ𝗍 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥱіr s/᥆ ᥲ𝗍𝗍ᥱm⍴𝗍іᥒg sᥱᥣ𝖿-һᥲrm

TW/CW: Self harm, angst, some fluff

Characters: Mike, Dustin, Lucas

Mike Wheeler

When he walks in on you trying to self harm, he is very concerned.

He would ask why you didn't tell him that you were hurting.

He would listen to your every vent you have.

He would do everything he can to make sure you are happy.

He is so protective of losing you to the point where he will lecture you about why self harm is wrong.

Dustin Henderson

As soon as he walks in on you, he is in tears.

The poor boy has already lost so many people he loves, seeing the love of his life self harming hurts him to no end.

"Why?" is the only thing he could say.

He is so shocked and sad that you were about to self harm that he is in shock.

He would hug you crying and try to tell you not to leave him.

He even makes you promise that you wouldn't try to harm yourself behind your back because he cares and loves you so much.

Lucas Sinclair

When he walks in on you, the boy is at a loss for words.

He is hurt by this revelation but he does his best to hide it as he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

He would gently grab you by the shoulders and make you look at him directly in the eye while he asks why.

Like Mike, he would lecture you on why self harming is bad.

He would try his best to comfort you through whatever you are going through whether that's taking you to the arcade or taking you out for ice cream.

[neytirisheaven]

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❛ mike wheeler ❜

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ᝰ  |  it was like a dream to me, i don't ever wanna wake up:

( about last night..,   yel )

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IN WHICH you've dreamt about finally having your lifelong crush, mike wheeler, in your arms

ᝰ  |  i just want a lover for the whole night:

( angostura,   keshi )

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IN WHICH mike wheeler, a total nerd, asks you, the most popular girl in the grade, to be his date to the dance

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❛ steve harrington ❜

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ᝰ  |  i love you too much to stay in love:

( sugarplum elegy,   niki )

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IN WHICH you decide that staying in a relationship with steve would hurt both of you more than it would if you just broke up

ᝰ  |  buttercup, don't break my heart:

( build me up buttercup,   the foundations )

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IN WHICH your fake relationship with steve harrington begins to become not-so-fake

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[sluttyskullowner]

" 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒.. " yandere! mike wheeler x afab! listener

genre: angst? i'm not exactly sure. yandere i suppose. tw: yandere tendencies, manipulation, both gaslighting and gatekeeping, kidnapping, murder, bit of gore, obsession, etc.. word count + characters count: 969 words, 5,106 characters

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mike let out an almost breathless sigh, the sight of blood on the floor against caused almost a spike of cold blood rushing through his body, he wouldn't exactly say it felt good to kill, more like a relief, an way to get rid of a problem, a solution. mike washed the blood from his hands in a nearby bathroom sink, he had killed lucas. you see, lucas had been getting very close to (y/n), and our mike couldn't let lucas steal his precious flame away from him, therefore this felt rashionale. the blood stained the water in the sink, his eyes couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight, the blood slowly retreating from his fingertips and instead stain the cold liquid. his mind began to wander more and more by the minute before he realized something, he thought out loud; "I can't hurt someone again.. I need to take her so I don't harm a soul.." His voice was a whisper, maybe even a tremble but there was no sorrow or guilt, just excitement, gross twisted excitement to have his darling (y/n) back in his grip once more. now, let me explain (y/n) and mike's relationship, mike was almost a stranger to (y/n), of course she knew who the hell he was, mike wheeler, ex-boyfriend of el and the reason for her and jane to become friends, jane was crying in the girl's bathroom one day, (y/n) had comforted jane as jane sobbed about a breakup that she had with mike, (y/n) even still remembers which day it was, May 27th. jane was sent home due to high stress levels and almost passing out from a panic attack so rumors spread like wildfire, though (y/n) came to the rescue and explained the situation, not blaming mike wheeler either for anything that happened, which is how the two met-- for mike it was an almost fall in love at first sight situation. back to mike, he was now walking over to the (l/n) residence, before he steadily climbed up (y/n)'s house's pipe drain and he peeked into (y/n)'s bedroom, seeing the beauty asleep he opened the bedroom window with ease and carefully stepped inside, his right leg first inside before his left leg. he looked at (y/n), smiling before creeping towards her. (y/n)'s eyes fluttered open before a gasp erupted from her mouth, before (y/n) could scream though-- mike placed a hand over (y/n)'s mouth and a knife to her throat. "shh,, shh.. flame.. if you want to live, you're going to have to listen to my every word, alright?" mike said soothingly, (y/n) could only nod, fear in her eyes as all she wanted to do was scream but she wished to not have her own blood be spilled.

mike made his way to a rusty old shed in the deep forest, maybe about 65 miles away from town before mike opened said shed door and threw (y/n) inside, closing and managing to lock the old chain behind him, this looked like the type of place that young teens would get murdered in a cheesy horror movie. (y/n)'s back eventually pressed against a wall, trying to crawl away backwards from mike with each step he took closer to her, her afraid showing nothing but fear as tears threatened to fall from her (e/c) eyes. "why are you doing this to me!?" (y/n) eventually screamed, mike kneeling down in front of her with a sly grin. "because.. unless i have you all to myself, people are going to get hurt.. you don't want people getting hurt, do you (y/n)?" mike questioned, raising an eyebrow at the anxious girl before him. "of course not!" (y/n) yelled, tears tainting her soft skin before mike gently wiped them away with his thumb. "then you are staying here with me.. don't worry.. you'll grow to love me over time, just like how I love you.." mike said soothingly. "this isn't love!" (y/n) yelled, earning an almost death glare from mike. "yes, it is-- i'm protecting you, (y/n). if you leave, you're putting yourself and others in danger.. this is the only way i can keep you safe." he said, brushing a strain of hair behind (y/n)'s ear with a smile. "i have a crimson ache, (y/n)-- if i see red on your cheeks around other people, the only other red those people will have is their blood all over me and on the ground and they beg and whimper for help, to be saved. except i'm already saving them." mike said with a sigh. "i'm saving them from you. you're like a siren y'know, your beauty taints with the mind of the naive and you lure people into your grasp.. so i have to save them.. and you.." mike tries to explain before planting a kiss onto (y/n)'s lips, her lips were cold due to the tears that erupted from her eyes like rain from a cloud. mike slowly pulls away before reaching next to (y/n), grabbing a chain before placing two onto (y/n)'s hands and feet with a smile. "do you understand? i'm doing this because i love you.. say you love me back please, my flame.." mike said softly, placing his warm gentle almost boney hand onto (y/n)'s right cheek, (y/n)'s lips were agape for a moment before she muttered a weak; "i love you, mike..". this made mike smile before humming with a blush on his cheeks. "i have to go.. but i'll be back within an hour.. don't go anywhere~" he said with a chuckle before opening the shed door, locking it behind him with a smirk.