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scrawny fidgeting fingers strummed worriedly on the dirty lunch table beside you. one of his large hands wrapped securely around your waist. his head buried into the table as he continued his brat like behavior around your friends. you were starting to think he was doing it on purpose. acting like an abnormally tall whiny mutt. if you had known how terribly clingy the boy was you’d never have let your little brother join his club of dungeons and dragons misfits. unable to comfortably talk to your friends without your doe eyed boy childishly rubbing his eyes and face in boredom, you quickly said your little goodbyes and practically dragged mike wheeler away. he let out a boyish laugh,”where are we even going?” he enjoyed watching your eyebrows furrow with displeasure. he just knew how to get on your nerves.

pushing him onto the long abandoned science lab table and crawling onto his lap he fumbled with his belt for a moment before you placed your dainty hand on his chest. “do you really think i’m rewarding you after the way you behaved?” the lanky boy stared at you through those half lidded eyes that you oh so adored. he was used to being pampered and the one who hardly leaned in for kisses he felt almost betrayed when you didn’t lean in. he felt somewhat desperate that you didn’t want to touch him. you shook your head as you hooked your fingers into the loops of his pants and pulled him closer to you. he groaned in annoyance and bucked his hips into you and you tried your best to not give in. he lurched forward in an attempt to kiss you but you swerved your head away as he continued to thrust into you almost carelessly.

watching as he became so agitated and worked up you broke and felt sorry for him. you decided to give him a sloppy open mouthed kiss nearly missing his mouth completely as he whined into yours. “mmm..touch me please.. i’ll do anything.” he whined into your chest as he planted kisses all over your sensitive neck his large nose tickling you. you ran your hands through his wild hair and snaked your hand down his pants teasingly and agonizingly slow. cupping his length rather clumsily he let out cute whimpers and you couldn’t help but stick out your lower lip you’d have to beg for forgiveness later. you slid off of him and intertwined your fingers with his boney digits. “pick me up after class and we can probably continue this.” you further teased watching him struggle to even look at you. he was so desperately trying to hide how he came in his pants barely being touched but you wouldn’t embarrass him any further.

all this embarrassment just because he was being a jealous boy

[heartspiked]

i’m ur number one fan yes i am !!

🏹🩰 - i hate love her

pairing: loser!mike wheeler x popular!fem!reader 😉😉

summary: influenced by ‘i hate summer’ monologue from ‘500 days of summer’ // mike wheeler clenched his teeth and mutters he hates you but as much as he tries, he can barely get the words out

warnings: description with crooked teeth, 1960’s haircut, knobby knees, mention of scars and bruises (these are just vague descriptions that fit the monologue & i also look different from this description but it’s just according to the film so please don’t take it personally thank you 🙏🙏)

age of pairing: 14-15

i hate y/n.

mike stared at her from across the classroom, crossed legs and tapping your number two pencil on the wooden desk repeatedly. it bothered him so much, only adding to the mental list of things he hated about you. rather than staring now he was glaring but he sat behind you and a couple rows over which meant you didn’t even notice. continuing to annoy him without a single thought.

he pressed down his pencil into his notebook until the lead snapped, making him also snap out of this trance. he looked down at his empty paper with a dark lead circle in the middle. he ripped out the sheet and crumpled it up, debating whether to throw it at your head or into the trash can. he probably had a better chance shooting it at your head than landing it in the trash can according to his sports record but he refrained because your hair looked nice.

he wasn’t sympathetic especially when the situation included you but he wasn’t an asshole. it must’ve taken you all morning to do that hairstyle and agree that you liked it. he just didn’t want to throw all your hard work away so he kept the crumpled paper and shoved it in his backpack, agreeing he’d either throw it to your head another day or throwing it away at the end of class.

“mike! i asked you a question mr. wheeler, what’s the answer to the question on the board?” the teacher asked in a stern tone, hands on his hips and trying to get mike’s attention. mike looked up and away from you, hoping you didn’t see his eyes hurrying to avoid your eye contact. you turned around from your seat to look at him as did the rest of the class.

mike was out of it. he was thinking about something else, you. he forgot to write down all the notes on the board which contributed to what the answer could be to the question the teach was asking. before he could apologize, a hand rose up in front of him. it was yours. your arm popped up and attracted the teachers attention. “yes, ms. y/n?” he asked now taking his burning eyes away from mike and to you.

“if mike can’t answer it, i’d gladly do it myself,” you replied and not in a sarcastic or rude manner. it was like you wanted to help him. “sure that would be great, go ahead,” the teacher proceeded and let you come up to the board. you took your notebook with you, it was covered in bright stickers and shiny gems matching your appearance. mike watched as you sat up from your desk and almost skipped to the board.

you picked up the small white chalk and wrote down your answer, copying your equation from your notebook. the class watched but mike observed. he thought about how you saved his ass from getting yelled at the teacher. why? after finishing the equation, you turned and returned to your seat, winking and smiling at mike before doing so. he shook his head, whatever. he hated you.

i hate her crooked teeth.

if he hates you so much, why was he up at three in the morning still thinking about your stupid smile. your pearl white teeth almost blinding him in the middle of math class. his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes pierced through the ceiling of his bedroom. what was your problem? you didn’t do this to any other person in the school? let alone the entirety of hawkins! so why did you chose him? was this a punishment?

mike groaned and turned off his bedside table lamp, looking at the alarm clock reading 4:27 now. he spent almost four hours just thinking about you and it infuriated him. he liked girls before, girls in his class, girls on the tv, girls in his favorite movies. but he never stayed up thinking about him until this late hour. so what made you so different?

was it your smile? it wasn’t even that nice! he’s seen better smiles in the newspaper and even his mom may have had a better one. yet you were the only thing on his mind and mike couldn’t stand the feeling.

he turned to sides left and right, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but it was no help. by the time, his eyelids were finally about to shut, they were disturbed by the bright light of the sun coming up. he hated you so much.

i hate her 1960’s haircut.

the next day at school, mike slung his backpack over his shoulder and got to his locker. he agreed to meet dustin before the hellfire club meeting afterschool and was in a hurry. the most unfortunate thing about going to his locker was that yours was right next to it.

he always avoided you everyday, trying to find a time that would be good for him to approach his locker without you being there. however unlucky for him, you were there most of the day. either taking with your friends, unloading your heavy textbooks, or just leaning against it waiting for the bell to ring.

this forced mike to hide behind the corner, peering over time to time like a creep to wait for you to leave. he was even late once or twice just going to his locker at you finally left when the bell rang. when his teacher asked why his eyes slowly trailed to you, who stared back at him innocently. unknown that you were the reason why he was late and got detention.

he could only shut up and take the yellow slip from his teacher. sliding into his desk in the back and staring out into the window in annoyance. why did he need to avoid you? why wasn’t it the other way around?

today was worse. worse than mike could ever imagine. he headed for his locker, after watching you walk down the hall to your cheer practice as you always did afterschool. it was weird how much mike knew about you. he hurried to his locker and put in his code. opening it quickly and grabbing his books and shoving them into his backpack for homework later.

as soon as mike closed his locker door, he almost had a heart attack. you were standing right there, facing away from him and looking into a small mirror attached to the door of your locker. you were applying another layer of strawberry chapstick, the one you carried everywhere and put on during first period, third period, and right after lunch by your locker.

so he was definitely surprised to see you standing right in front of him, puckering your lips and looking into the mirror. completely oblivious of mike standing behind you with a shocked expression saying ‘what the fuck!’ you didn’t even notice him staring at you for a full on five minutes. mike would never admit it but you weren’t such an eye sore as he tried to convince himself all last night.

you were actually nice to look at. really pretty and your hair was right in front of his face, the scent of strawberry and peach shampoo and conditioner filling up his senses. without him even knowing, mike’s frown became a small smile.

your high ponytail with a white bow made you look like a character from a 60’s cartoon. it was moving side to side putting mike into a trance but he snapped out of it as you put the cap back on of your chapstick, signaling mike to go back into hiding and run away before you freak out and sic the entire basketball team on him for being a creep.

he turned around and rushed down the hall, not looking back and just praying that you didn’t notice his existence like you did for the last ten minutes. how he hated you so much.

i hate her knobby knees.

dustin informed mike that everyone was required to watch the final hawkins basketball game tonight, making the hellfire club meeting postponed which eddie would be furious about but he didn’t want his parents being on his back about getting another detention this month. at least lucas would be glad which made going to the game worth it for him and dustin.

“what if we just slipped out during halftime?” mike suggested to dustin who was climbing up the bleachers to look for an empty seat. “if we get caught our asses are toast and my mom will take away my satellite meani—” dustin was explaining but mike had heard this a hundred times to repeat it, “—meaning no suzie, i know i know,” he grumbled and sat onto the wooden seats.

before the game even started, a girl walked to the middle of the gym and stayed singing the national anthem. or at least what sounded like it kind of. she sounded like a muppet, he and dustin agreed on. after that, a bunch of green uniforms filled up the center stage.

it was the hawkins cheerleaders, including you. his eyes immediately fell upon you, disregarding the other twenty girls and guys wearing the same outfit. you were the only one that caught his eye and he couldn’t tell why. was it cause of the weird interaction earlier today?

you were skipping in with a smile plastered on your face, those stupid pearly whites blinding mike once again. you had pom pom in your hands, waving your arms around and waving to the crowd. you didn’t spare mike a glance even once but he didn’t mind. at least it meant he could stare at you the entire time the cheerleaders introduction was happening.

what surprised mike was that you walked to the center, as everyone got into formation, you were center stage. your smile was warm and could light up an entire room, as it was doing now. you danced in the front with a bunch of other girls, doing a routine you guys probably practiced a million times before. mike could see the nervousness in your face, hiding behind that smile you held so proudly.

he noticed your knees, they were kind of crooked. you also had bruises on them, cuts too. skin tone band-aids trying to cover the scars on your knees. people might’ve thought they were ugly but mike found them nice. not like he was a sadist or anything about scars and bruises but it made you look more real. like you weren’t just another carbon copy of these popular cheerleaders who had perfect lives and appearances like the girls surrounding you.

you were different. something about you gave mike a hint that you wouldn’t make fun of him or laugh at his face if he made a mistake. maybe it was because you helped him yesterday morning or smiled at him a moment after.

either way, he found himself clapping for you after you finished your dance, enjoying your performance and rather disappointed to find it so short. dustin was confused, wasn’t mike just giving suggestions on how to sneak out of here five minutes ago? now he was smiling and clapping like his girlfriend was out there dancing in front of the crowd?

why did you make him feel this weird? this good feeling he had whenever he saw you? he had to force himself to hate you to avoid his true feelings from spilling out. he hated how you made him feel.

i hate her.

i hate love her so much.

[lovemikage]

on wednesdays we wear pink!

thank you for (almost) 700! CLOSED!

i really didn’t think i’d grow this fast — truly, i just came on here after having a stupid amount of brainrot for stranger things, and i’m so grateful to have met so many amazing friends in my time here. i’m thankful for every single follower and moot I have, and i appreciate you all to the ends of the earth. so, here’s a little event! as always, please remember to respect my rules — let’s have some fun!! 🫶🏼💖

👛 regina george is a fugly sl*t! (moots only!) — send this in and i’ll tell you what i’d write about you in my (considerably nicer) burn book!

🍬 wanna go to taco bell? — send me your favorite type of candy + a color + a character and i’ll create a moodboard about a date you two would have!

💄get in loser, we’re going shopping — send this in with your choice of aesthetic + a color + a character and i’ll make an outfit for you to go on a date with your fav!

🎀 that’s why her hair’s so big, it’s full of secrets — sleepover time! send me any questions (fmk with characters, cast your moots as, etc.) it can be anything you want! thirsts and just also talking with me are more than welcome 💞

🎟 that is so fetch! (moots only) — reply for a pic that i think matches your energy (thank u to @sinfuldollie for the idea!)

🌷 boo, you whore — send me your unpopular opinions. nothing too controversial, please 😭

tagging my lovely moots: @unsheath @ringpop-poppy @arachine @heartshapedcigarette​ @saintlessmunson​ @bons-bon​ @bunnieluvvr​ @wiltedloves @amourrs @olivedays​ @daintylovers @daintygfs @n0agranger​ @a-era​ @cherios @fleurecrits​ @moonlitmeeks​ @delehosies​ @moonlane​ @sqpphos​ @cottoncandybabe​ @sinfuldollie​ @royalmaybank​ @angelbbykisses​ @sapphireplums​ @snnybnny​ @gaiath​ @cityofstqrs​ @heavqn​ @indouloureux @heartspiked @nanamimizz @sems-diarie​

[blondedmuse]

CASINO NIGHT — ria’s 500 celebration.

i’m so grateful for 500 followers! i’d only started this blog less than two months ago and i am amazed at how much it grew! i love each and every one of you and there’s no better way than to celebrate. send as many asks as you want, just please one at a time. refer to this list before sending and ask. [ nav. ]

🃏 poker . . . send a fluff, nsfw, or angst concept along with a character from my masterlist and I'll write you a drabble.

🥂 champagne toast . . . mutuals only, send me this and i'll write a love letter to you.

🦢 white tie . . . tell what you'd wear to casino night and just a little bit about you, and i'll tell you who you're going with. (optional : specify fandom)

♠️ roulette . . . send in anything (song lyrics and a character, your blog theme, color scheme etc.) and i'll make you a mood board and a playlist.

🍾 prosseco . . . ask games! would you rather, cym, fmk, ask me to rate things, etc.

for my loves <3

@secretlocket @batheundernoon @oncasette @fairydunes @roses-of-eden @n0agranger @lovetaints @spideymatcha @milkiangl @sapphos @venusight @dollyteardrops @claireunoia @desireav @daintygfs @heavqn @olivedays @lovewheeler @heartspiked @ughgclden @evermoreal @zstrn @sapphireplums @mindsrot

[sqpphos]

[CLOSED]

WHATS YOUR DAMAGE? | MILESTONE CELEBRATION

─ ⊹ ⊱ welcome to rey’s 200 follower celebration ⊰ ⊹ ─

i cannot express my gratitude enough!! i came on this app with the intent of sharing my interests and love for the different fandoms i’m in and received amazing followers and mutuals in return! i love each and every one of you angels with all of my heart 🫶🏻🫶🏻 now celebrate this milestone with me!!

before you celebrate !

— for a full breakdown of what is and isn’t allowed on my blog, check out my guidelines!

— all asks and requests are only available for the characters in my masterlist.

— please be patient with me! i want to fulfill everyones request to the best of my ability and need to take time to do so.

— be respectful! i will delete any request by anyone showing hate to me or any blogs that are interacting with me.

✰ shut up, heather! ── talk / rant / thirst about any character you want , ask questions , play games (fmk, cym, would you rather, etc!), or have a convo with me!

✰ dear diary! ── moots only !! a love letter from me to you!

✰ i’m a sucker for a happy ending ── send a trope or scenario + a character and i’ll write a blurb for you! ; sfw & nsfw. [ex. one bed trope w/ steve harrington]

✰ lick it up, baby, lick it up! ── send an au + a character and i’ll write a blurb for you! ; sfw & nsfw. [ex. prince au w/ jonathan byers]

✰ veronica, what’re you doing in my room? ── send a line or prompt + a character and i’ll write a blurb for you! ; sfw & nsfw [ex. “are you flirting with me?” w/ mike wheeler]

✰ fuck me gently with a chainsaw! ── moots only !! tell me your first impression of me and i’ll tell you my first impression of you!

tagging my lovely and amazing moots <3

@heartspiked @bunniepeaches @m1ke-wheeler @lovewheeler @milkiangl @blacksta4 @bons-bon @heavqn @sunricecake @tommymcartney @amourrs @olivedays @kiwicider @unsheath @blvebrries @meloncry @blondedmuse @moonlane @claireunoia @roses-of-eden + many more, this is off the top of my head i love all of you very, very dearly 🫶🏻

[heartspiked]

smitten with you | mike wheeler

mike stood in the school's parking lot scratching his nose in an attempt to mask his annoyance. his friends had definitely stricken his last nerve as he waited patiently for the three idiots to finish their little snowball fight he did not want to be included in. as he stared at what little greenery there was left he noticed footsteps crunching closer and closer to him. he was relieved that he could finally get out of the cold. his eyes followed dustin as dashed right past him. just as he was about to speak his face was met by a stinging icy cold snowball that burned his eyes.

as mike blinked furiously he could hear the sound of loud laughter that felt embarrassing and he became flustered. his large fingers scooped up a giant snowball. “who threw that one?” all his friends stepped forward to reveal the culprit, the bookish and often sought-after girl. his cheeks became noticeably red to all including you. you held your hands behind your back in a mischievous way, this was a side of you mike never thought he would get to see.

the anger that mike previously possessed disappeared into thin air and his frown quickly grew into a smile. max elbowed dustin and doubled over in laughter, nearly tearing up,” his smile oh my god im scared.” mike ignored the redhead who had been bugging him ever since they met and set his gaze on you. his body language was much more playful now,” put your hands up and surrender.”

after an intense snowball battle that was sexually charged (mostly on mikes part) you found yourselves swinging side by side on the abandoned swingset you crossed your legs and held onto the cold chain. mike right next to you smiling like an idiot, on the inside of course. you hummed contently and swayed in the silence. your hands nearly numb as you watched the sun set so early. “a milkshake would be so good right now.” mikes ears quickly perked up,” we were actually thinking of going out to eat.. i know a great place if you want to come..” his words spilled like vomit. so desperate to meet your every demand even though it was odd to want a cold drink on such a freezing day.

your eyes lit up and your perfect lashes looked so much longer when your eyes crinkled into the cheery little smile you only gave when you checked out a new book from the library. (he knows you’re a sucker for teen romance and horror novels) you stand up from the cold swingset and make your way to the only path that was shoveled. “we better start walking if we’re going to make it before the sun sets.” your dainty hands fumbling with your coat buttons. your back towards him as you raised your leg warmers, your skirt hiking up to reveal your lack of underwear beneath your black see through tights. weren’t you cold?

giving michael an interesting view. “w-walk? i have a car.. it's the black one..” he quickly turned away he felt almost guilty to have caught a glance at your vulnerable area. his car was one of the only ones in the lot. you gasped in excitement,” no way.. i’ll race you there!” mike was taken by surprise as he found himself chasing you and winning by a longshot. you pouted and argued the only reason he won was because he had the legs of a giraffe and to which he denied insisting you were just short. with his car full he drove to the dinner that he’d never been to. (he may or may not have overheard his dad saying how he used to frequent the place as a teen... but he’s old as hell so how reliable could his opinion be?)

mike had an awfully hard time driving and it wasn't because dustin whined about not getting shotgun and you stupidly agreeing to swap places with him. mike stared at the rearview mirror every couple of seconds to ‘sneak’ glances at you. he felt his pants tighten as he watched you reapply your lip gloss in your compact mirror and take a glance at him back through the mirror for a split second. he nearly let go of the wheel. your perfectly plump lips forming a beautiful “o” he had only seen in his wettest dreams. his grip on the wheel tightened as he clenched his jaw. his knuckles white and burning. (if they can get any whiter lol)

in the diner, you ordered the group a booth, and mike immediately excused himself to use the bathroom in order to relief himself (in more ways that one) . mike couldn’t have gotten to the bathroom sooner he stared at his jeans in the mirror, they were so obviously stained. he figured he could play it off as a stain from the snow or a spot that hadn’t dried yet. his erection was too painful to ignore any longer and he had prepared himself for an all-time low. he locked himself in the large stall and practically ripped his jeans off and began stroking himself to the thought of you. the sight of your bare ass looking so good in your tights and your lips that he wanted to bite and leave scarring. he started stroking himself faster.

footsteps made their way to the bathroom as he tried his best to quietly get himself off to the girl that was only fifty feet away and that seemed so untouchable. the footsteps stopped in front of his stall and knocked loudly, “um it’s fucking busy! there are lots of mmm.. other stalls! fuckkk…” he whined and yelled simultaneously. the footsteps treaded away and he sighed in relief as he came all over himself. he panted and stood with his shaft out still clutching onto it, imagining it was you. your face burned into his head. he heard footsteps again but decided not to worry he was done.

the sound of a camera flashing above him scared him and he tucked himself back into his jeans and looked up to see you shaking the poloraoid. “w-what are you doing, (name)!” you gave him a sweet smile,” it’s so pretty and pink michael where have you been hiding him?”

tbc maybe 🧑🏽‍🚀 as always never edited but i’m gonna go back and redo my fics lmk if u liked this one !

[imabee-oralizard]

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[nixalegos]

Arsenal of Tricks 3

Heartspike Manacles

An experimental and recent answer to the age old question:How the hell do you keep a rogue tied up? Mundane binds are childs play to slip out of, lockpick, or simply contort ones limbs until your prisoner can freely move. Magical binds are even easier, many knaves, ner do wells, and assassins can shrug such off them like rainwater off a rubber coat. The Heartspike Manacles are not true manacles. They are not worn. They are not technically speaking, a single solid piece. It is a ferrofluid that is injected under the skin at the wrists and ankles, and suspended in place within a victims bloodstream by sangromantic runes and magnets. A simple, easy to remove runes, and magnets cause no real permanent damage. A forewarning should be offered to a waking victim of the Heartspike that they should do everything in their power to NOT remove the marks. Removal of the suspension runes will allow the near nano particles of highly magnetized iron flecks coated in surfactants to tear up the arteries and veins from the inside until it reaches the heart and brain. The damage caused at this point will for the sake of decency be excluded from mention. Keeping a prisoner in place then is merely a matter of having a high powered magnet built into a solid surface, such as a wall, or altar. Even if they have the personal strength to overcome the magnets pull on their joints, you’ll have ample warning, and can undo the magic holding the ferrofluid in place. A warning, such a method is of little use on rogues with no pulse, or blood based magics of their own.

[milkiangl]

Do you have any blog recs? <3

i have so so many but here are some of my favorites: @claireunoia @n0agranger @fairystreet @blondedmuse @amourrs @daintygfs @oncasette @heartspiked @heartshapedcigarette @spideyheart @angelbbykisses @snowflakeicicles @metroiras @moonlitmeeks @milkiane @desireav @blacksta4 @sunricecake @wiltedloves @saintlessmunson @sqpphos @applemew @unsheath @nottluvr @vngeqnce !

[pomrania]

Hey peeps, I want to write some more D&D stuff. Here’s the current options:

“revised” version of mimics, because I don’t like how they currently are

rules for trading intangibles, such as memories

wizard-academia setting

“heartspike” magical item; less likely to die, at the cost of blunted emotions

minor ways that NPCs can thank PCs, gifts and favours

anything else you suggest

I can’t “just pick one”, I need some direction.

[lovemikage]

Hi pretty bambi! Idk if you have done this before but its a bit hard to find blogs that write for Mike and /or Jonathan and I was wondering if you had some recs?

hi baby! honestly all of my mutuals (most) or those who interact w my fics r great but here’s some off the top of my head: @arachine @amourrs @heartspiked @moonlitmeeks @sqpphos @daintylovers @unsheath @olivedays @lvndrnights @claireunoia @gabbimunson

[heartspiked]

I DESPISEEE U I LOVE U I HÂTE U I LOVE U UGHHH BROOO THIS WAS TOO GOOD SUCH A REALISTIC PORTRAYAL OF CARMYBEAR UGHHHH UR THE BEST

if you love me (really love me) | carmen berzatto

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

notes/warnings: this is super angsty but i tried to make it somewhat fluffy towards the end. cursing, carmy almost setting his apartment on fire (again). based off the attached song! this can also be read with my other carmy post in mind…

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carmen berzatto had always been such a reserved man. knowing him as a little boy and before the death of his brother michael, he had always kept to himself. he never voiced concerns or opinions and usually just gave answers with facial expressions or a faint chuckle. holding deep conversations was extremely difficult and even when you felt you were on the verge of having one, it never happened. you had only been living with him for three months now, and though it came with its own challenges, you still took your time and were patient with him. you weren’t one of those girls that believed they could fix a guy, but you knew for a fact that you were one of the many girls who had showed carmen this much attention in a long time. besides his sister, you were probably the only woman who stayed consistent in his life.

richie had always claimed that his cousin did not have a single romantic bone in his body. not that he wasn’t able to love, everyone was, but he didn’t seem like the relationship type. it was easy for his cousin to say, as he had seen him at all his worst moments. even when you had entered the picture and started living with carmen, richie said it wouldn’t matter. you would probably move on and find somebody else while carmen just stayed alone in his chicago apartment watching cooking shows.

“oh fuck!” you yelled, jumping up from where you were sat on the couch as you rushed over to the stove, grabbing the fire extinguisher and putting out the fire carmen had started on the stovetop. this is why he had you. this is why he was so lucky to have you under the same roof with him. so that you could catch him in moments like this. it was awful. he felt awful. he couldn’t believe he had to have you here for something as stupid as this. he, being the chef he is, should be able to protect his own stovetop from catching fire, but he simply couldn’t. not when he was lost deep in thought.

“shit, shit, shit!” he yelled back as he realized what just happened, “i’m so fucking sorry i didn’t even…”

“it’s okay, carmy, really,” you comforted him as you placed the extinguisher back where it originally was and stood next to him. he turned to you, and avoided eye contact but still kept his eyes on you. “if it wasn’t for you, i would have been torched a long fucking time ago,” he admitted, and you knew that he was entirely right.

but you understood. you knew that sometimes he let his thoughts consume him. he couldn’t help it, he would get so wrapped up in them he just lost track of everything he did. he would forget where he was, what he was doing, and why he was even thinking these thoughts in the first place. you hand found its way to his cheek, taking it and softly rubbing circles into it with your thumb. surprisingly, he eased under your touch and a soft smile had fallen to your face. this was the closest you had gotten to him, and you were convinced that one of his love languages was touch. he was probably one of only touch-starved people you knew.

“do you want to know something?” he asked as his eyes found yours. you nodded and he sighed, rolling his eyes as if what he was about to say genuinely pestered him. “i don’t know how to say this, i’ve never really said anything like this. i’ve never had a girlfriend, at least recently i haven’t. and i just, i don’t want to. i can’t see myself falling in love and being with someone. but with you, i wanna change my mind so bad. if things were different, i would treat you like a girlfriend. i would be the perfect boyfriend. the most perfect man for you. i just, i can’t do it now,” he confessed and your heart fell at the way he sounded and looked so heartbroken.

you knew he was being sincere, carmy was always such an honest person. that was something you loved about him. he never sugar-coated, he never lied for the sake of never hurting someone’s feelings. he always said sometimes being honest hurts. you hated that he thought that way about himself. you thought he was perfect. of course, he did have his own issues, you did too. but you knew that at some point, he would be able to open up, to let love in. it would not be happening anytime soon, but it was bound to. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in.

“i haven’t said this in so long, but i fucking love you. so, so much,” his voice was muffled by your hair, but you heard regardless. his confession made you tear up. this was the hardest pill to swallow. how do you tell someone who obviously is not ready for love that you love them without sounding selfish? how does one really react in such a scary but thrilling situation as the one you currently found yourself in?

“i love you too, carmy. and i’m sorry life hasn’t been the kindest to you. you don’t deserve it, you’re such an amazing man, and deserve every lovely thing the world has to offer. we both know we can’t do this now. not while you deal with all this stress and i’m still trying to better myself. but if you love me the way you say you do, it will happen. time will pass and we’ll of course find our way to love each other again,” you confessed and could hear the sob he let out as he was still clutching onto you tightly. you kept a brave face on, even though it was hurting your heart to hear. you wanted him to view you as this strong woman who had everything under control and would be able to help put his fires out and clean his messes. but it was hard, especially as he’s holding you as if something bad will happen if he lets you go.

life throws hurdles at eveyone, not one person ever lives a perfect life. you know that life would be perfect if you were able to call carmen yours, and if he was able to do the same with you. however, now was not the right time, but you knew it was set. this man was the love of your life, as you were his. if the situation had gone the way you both wanted it to, you would both end up getting hurt. if it is bound to happen, it will, you affirmed. at the end of the day, you both still lived in the same apartment, found yourselves always sleeping in the same bed, and embracing each other tightly. there was hope, there was a future with you and carmen, but it was not going to start now.

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forgot to tag the one and only @heartspiked who made me post this tonight, love u bae

[babyawacs]

daybefore heartspike wasonly 138 orso not 160 the 160 was from removed fitbit. sleeptime no spikes daybefore heartspike wasonly 138 orso not 160 the 160 was from removed fitbit. sleeptime no spikes

[sqpphos]

✰ shut up, heather! ── talk / rant / thirst about any character you want , ask questions , play games (fmk, cym, would you rather, etc!), or have a convo with me!

cym as your favorite songs!

ahhh this is so hard because i am so so so indecisive, but! its also very easy because all of my moots have specific vibes (or at least a vibes i associate them with)

you as keep driving by harry styles

@heartspiked as friends by chase atlantic!

@lovewheeler as valentine by laufey!

@bunniepeaches as groupie love by lana del rey!

[heartspiked]

video games | mike wheeler + jason carver

pairing: mike wheeler x cheerleader! reader x jason carver

he holds me in his big arms

there was never a moment in the day when you weren't orbiting around your boyfriend. during his morning practices, you would sit on the bleachers and do your homework, in the first period you volunteered at the library where he took his dual credit literature class, at lunch, you sat opposite of him, and in passing periods you made sure to hold his hand till the last second before the bell rings. giggles and sweet cooings of how he’d see you later. he’d protect you from anything if he thought you needed it.

drunk and i am seeing stars this is all i think of

swirling your beer around and staring daggers across the room at jason with a surly expression isn’t how you planned on spending the evening. why were there so many girls gathered around him? why was he so comfortable being nice to them? you worked hard to get to where you are. you fought hard yo get rid of the nerd title in middle school and made friends with the worst type of people. this was every girls dream, so why weren’t you happy? you had the title of being the affable basketball players cheerleader girlfriend. it didn’t feel like enough.

watching all your friends fall

there was no arguing with jason. not because he would lash out or ignore the problem but because he was sweet in every way. he was understanding and caring beyond belief and that annoyed you to no end. why couldn’t he just argue and tell you that you’re crazy? instead, he’d kiss your temple and assure you there was no competition. you’d whine and beg him to only treat you with kindness. “you shouldn’t worry about that you know i only have eyes for you.” you were prone to jealousy and rumors always hurt you. you wish he was mean so you felt less selfish and terrible.

he crosses his arms and gives an expression he reserves solely for you. “you know that i love you, right? so i don’t get why it matters if we don’t kiss you in public. that stuff is just for us.” and like how all these arguments conversations end he hugs you. though nothing ever changes. conversations about his asshole friends and their girlfriends breaking up always seem to change the subject until the next week. why did it seem like every week was the same boring thing? so of course you wrap your arms around his neck and mutter i love you too in his neck.

this is my idea of fun

mike ‘frog face’ wheeler is hovering over you in the men's locker room. mere minutes until basketball practice is done. you push him away from you and onto the bench. maybe you were crazy or he’s an acquired taste but there was something about how puffy his lips got after making out with him that made you feel insanely attracted to him. “you have a boyfriend.” he was about to go on about just like always. you left kisses on his ghostly white neck. his skin blotchy and covered in hickies the way you liked. “so do you want me to stop?” he shook his head quickly and nuzzled his nose against yours. he looked so desperate and he wanted you to kiss him back so badly. why did you love the rush you got from doing something so reckless and dumb?

playing video games

“when are you going to tell him?” you look up from your book and at mike who’s sitting in front of a paused gaming console. “what are you talking about wheeler?” mike stares at the floor for what felt like an eternity before speaking again. “when are you going to tell him it’s over?” you make your way out from under his covers wearing the lace underwear he likes. you hold his face in your hands and give him a big kiss. he told you he likes the way your lips feel like how he always imagined them. he shakes his head and you sigh, “soon. okay?” but you lied. continuing to avoid him in every hallway, never looking in his general direction, and refusing to acknowledge his existence at school.

it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you

it’s the last game of the season and everyone who cares about basketball is on edge. except for mike of course who really does not care one bit. everyone stared at him when he refused to clap after the three pointers jason made back to back. why would he? instead he opted to clap for the opposite team who’s player elbowed jason and received a personal foul. mike watches sourly as you run to jump into jasons arms. why did you make him feel this bad? he made you feel good in ways that jason couldn’t. mikes eyes linger on you at how you’ve been pushed to the side by everyone who wants to see the captain. you look into the stands and your eyes meet. no matter how much you changed your hair and your makeup you’d always be on the sidelines. the expression in your eyes. the posture and look of defeat plastered on your face reminded him of middle school. maybe things would’ve been different if you just accepted the simple fact: once a loser always a loser.

[heartspiked]

between friends | mike wheeler

summary: getting high with mike </3

warnings: mentions of drug use, marijuana, profanity, hints of nsfw not rlly lol

tags: lmk :)

getting high was something mike frequently started doing after his trip to california to see his then girlfriend

it started as a way to calm his nerves while everything had gone down and he enjoyed the experience of not overthinking for once

dating mike has had its effect on you

when you weren’t in class you were smoking

before you went out? you were smoking

not hungry? you got to smoking

at first you’d only smoke with mike. you insisted that he let you one day after a frat party you begged him to attend

he tried his best to be stern with you but you pleaded long and hard with your big eyes that gleamed mischievously,, so how could he resist

you coughed so hard your throat was burning for minutes and mike couldn’t stop laughing

you insisted on hitting the bong a few more times insisting that you couldn’t feel anything

minutes later you were feeling incredibly lethargic and insanely high

mike took care of you for once

usually you’d take care of him

cooking for him, helping clean his room, making sure he woke up for his classes

his heart fluttered as you lied on your back staring up at him with glazed eyes and a smile

you got up and wrapped ur arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his mouth

-“why did you want to get high so bad baby?” he wrapped an arm around your waist looking down at you

-“you just look so incredibly fucking sexy with your half lidded eyes i wanted to see what it was like” you laughed into his neck before kissing it roughly

he laughed that sexy husky laugh that felt euphoric to you in your state that made you want him there and then

you knew you wanted this to last forever this feeling of youthfulness and sexiness and late night walks to the dining hall after you’ve kept your neighbors up with your screams of pleasure

you never had to lift a finger in packing a bong, cleaning it, or even holding it

mike took care of your every need because you were his

i listened to the song affection by between friends