#heartspiked fic rec

[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]

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]

el content by one of my fav writers yass  hallelujah. el is so underrated

hi could you write eleven hcs for making out or a blurb of her liking you pls

omg yes!!!! i barely see any eleven so this is so fun 🤭

- once she gets away from hawkins and mike and basically her whole past, she has a hard time

- she’s stuck in that weird limbo of having no friends again

- but then you appear

- it was more like you bashed into her shoulder as you were racing down the hall and then shouting an im sorry

- at lunch that day as she sat in the library with will she saw you poke your head through the door, then waltz in

- you had this very nonchalant confidence that she immediately took note of

- and then, holy shit, you actually started talking to her

- you apologized for earlier and then asked if you could have lunch with them

- el eagerly said yes and will was cool with it too. that day, you three became quick friends. bonding over being outcasts

- over the weekend, you had been invited for a game night over at the byers residence

- will and el were so excited to finally have a friend and everything was so natural with you so they didn’t want to waste any time

- when it came time to partner up for one of the games, el immediately called you hers

- over the next few weeks, as you and el continued to hang out more frequently, el was quickly developing feelings for you

- she ended up consulting with will about her feelings before she ended up telling you

- she didn’t want the same situation that happened with mike( she only liked him as a friend) so once she knew for sure that these were romantic feelings, she took no time to ask you out

- obviously you said yes, and your first date was at rink-o-mania

- she taught you how to skate and then you guys split strawberry milkshake and fries

- you taught her to dip her fries into the milkshake (she ended up writing about it to max, telling her that it’s the best taste ever, and she totally has to try it)

- she came home to will that night gushing about how pretty you were and how excited she was

- at school you guys seemed normal to everyone else

- but that’s because they didn’t notice the interlocked hands

- or the longing stares

- or the waltzing of fingertips down each others arms

- will and jonathan are the number one captains of your ship

- and argyle is on board, helping with the snacks and music

- 10/10 would recommend dating el

[heartspiked]

u did it again my dear such a cute lil fic with cute mike!

🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — lorelai & luke

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: insipired by an edit (@ilov3ami on tiktok) basically a conversation between lorelai & luke // you’re cautious about falling in love so when mike tries to show you that he’s good enough, you’re just too damn oblivious

warnings: reader being so oblivious 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

age of pairing: 15-16

“yeah i guess but i think y/n’s prettier,” was the sentence that led to you running out of the room, up the stairs and out to the backyard. you just needed a breath of fresh air. not only because that basement was filled with more than five people for around four hours now but also because of how awkward the atmosphere turned when mike uttered those words.

the party was watching a movie at mike’s place and when the film was coming to a finish, the conversation about the actors came up. mostly about how they were hot, max and you thinking the guy lead was really good looking and lucas and dustin saying the girl lead was hotter then they asked mike and he said that.

everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to you. just to see how you’d react because everyone knew mike had a crush on you. everyone as in everyone. the whole school, your teachers, his entire family, your friends, maybe even your parents! wait—not everyone. you didn’t. and mike wanted to be the one to tell you, not a kid from school or his friends.

just him.

and something no one knew except you knew was that you loved mike. but you were scared to tell him. what if he rejected you? that means more than five years of friendship down the drain. he would never look at you the same, he’d think you’re just some person obsessed with him or something. so you stayed quiet but lately mike had been nice to you.

nicer than normal, in a way that friends wouldn’t act. you didn’t see him treating max or el like that! so here you were kicking at small weeds in the wheeler backyard and trying to think about anything else. was this a confession or just a compliment? did he like you or being nice again?

you were going to walk back into the house and go straight to the kitchen to the telephone, so you could call your parents and tell them you wanted to go home. but someone stood in your way. him. “i’m sorry if i made it awkward,” he started and approached you out on the back deck. “no it’s okay, i just needed to um—think about something real quick!” you made a very unconvincing excuse.

and mike obviously saw through your lie. “you don’t have to lie you know.” shit. “it just—” you expected him to say he was just joking or something but he took a breath, stepping forward and put his hands in his pockets. he was looking up at the sky which was now somewhat of a sunset.

“—i really like you y/n, but i don’t think you like me back,” he turned back to face you. you made a weird face. so he DID like you! what the hell was that confusing statement! “oh god you’re looking at me like i’m crazy!” he groaned and walked back inside. you could hear him running up the stairs probably to his room. you stood there like a frozen ice statue before realizing what he just said and running back into the house. you were jumping up the stairs, skipping steps and trying not to fall.

his bedroom door was closed but not locked, also because the lock broke when he and will were throwing around a baseball and hit the doorknob making it fall and the lock with it. they replaced it with the basement doorknob which probably explains why the now basement doorknob is a bunch of red and green lego pieces. also efficient for mrs. wheeler not opening the door and yelling at the party for staying down there for that long.

you knocked on the door because common curtesy but you peeked in to see him just lying down face first on his bed. almost suffocating himself with his pillow! he heard your footsteps and got up from his bed, “do you think i’m crazy?” “no!” “well you’re looking at me like i’m crazy!” he fired back. he seemed mad but not mad. more annoyed.

“i’m not looking at you like you’re crazy!” you responded. you were standing right in front of him in his room. while the rest of the party quietly walked up the stairs and were now in the first floor, living room trying to hear what you guys were saying. “do you know the last time i bought somebody flowers?! never! that’s when!” he argued. it was your birthday and you assumed it was just a sweet gesture, sure a little out of pocket for a bestfriend but it was friendly.

“i loved the flowers!” you assured him but he wasn’t buying it and continued, “and then when i walked you home after the dance, there was a moment. i thought there was a moment.” his glance softened, eyebrows no longer furrowed and hands no longer flying all over the place.

you knew he was being sincere, “there was mike! there was a moment.” finally your voices were lowered and he finally looked at you properly, no anger-filled shouts or frustrated sighs and groans, he was just looking at you now. until he approached you, taking one step closer to you. you stepped back keeping the same distance as before. startled, you asked, “what are you doing?”

“will you just stand still,” he whispered and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you towards him. you were confused but didn’t dare to ask or move. your faces were close, really close. it felt like the part in a movie where the guy would kiss the girl an—your though was instantly interrupted by mikes lips touching yours. his lips were soft and delicate.

your eyes were left open and you felt obligated to close them shut as he was doing. your arms were first up, trying to prevent him from walking forward but now you found over his shoulders. this wasn’t a butterflies in the stomach feeling, this was a fireworks in the sky feeling. the feeling on a rollercoaster when you drop from the top but then right after that scary part, it’s smooth sailing. it’s nice.

what the both of you guys didn’t know since you were too busy caught up in your feelings and now face sucking, was that the whole party was watching through the window right next to his bed. they were all climbed on top of the white lattice that was attached to the side of mike’s house. unfortunately they didn’t realize it had a one person limit.

forcing the whole kiss and make up thing a short event.

“dustin, i said we should take turns!”

“you were hogging it!”

“ow you’re sitting on my shoulder!”

“no it was me and el’s turn!”

“get off of me will!”

“how am i supposed to play basketball now! i have a game on friday you guys!”

“relax you can play the bench just fine with a broken elbow!”

hopefully they can fix this with legos… 🧱🧱

[heartspiked]

i’m going to throw up never in my life have i been angry at el but here i am not very feminist of me

🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — never a winner

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: inspired by something i saw on tiktok // knowing mike all these years you would’ve thought he would finally realize and chose you, but not when someone else enters the picture

warnings: this could also work for byler but it’s reader

age of pairing: 14-15

i was fine,

being friends with mike wheeler was all fine and fun until one night he had you sitting on the ground against your bedroom door rethinking your entire friendship with him. all those conversations, small flirty moments, times he would hang back just to talk to you. could it be? no no you were being delusional. but then why would he say he has a crush on a girl to you. he asked you about girl advice, something the mike wheeler had never done in all the six years you’ve known him.

he was saying if he should call her or go up to her, and after a long conversation full of do’s and dont’s, you finally convinced him to bring her tomorrow to the dnd meeting. you honestly thought he was going to bring no one and then say it was you. because you hadn’t seen mike talk to girls and he can’t even talk to girls.

he tried asking for an eraser to carly pent and stuttered so bad, the teacher gave one to him instead to save him from embarrassment. that was what—? like a week ago!

so you dressed your best with a smile on your face and biked over to the wheeler’s house for the meeting. you saw a few bikes, red and blue and the other colors that the party had. then your eyes fell upon a shiny silver one with the engravings ‘el,’ one you had never seen in your life. maybe mike or will got a new one? or maybe it’s lucas? he was asking for a new one for months now. but what the hell does ‘el’ mean?

so you shrugged off the weird feeling and entered the house. you greeted mrs. and mr. wheeler as always and handed them a box of cookies your mom instructed you to give them. then you ran down the stairs with such excitement to tell mike how you felt and not feel awkward anymore. you were tired of waiting and you knew—you just knew that you were the girl he was talking about.

but the second you jumped from the second to last basement step due to a habit you developed, you saw a sight from your nightmares. another girl. she had brown messy hair with a plain shirt and flannel. she held a blank stare and you returned it out of confusion.

when you came.

your mind went poof—! and all your pent up excitement went out the fucking window. “y/n!” you group collectively greeted and you may have muttered a hi or two but your eyes were fixed on this girl. you prayed mike would say she was his cousin but no. the universe hated you. “so now that everyone’s here, i’d like you to meet our new addition to the party, el.” mike seemed happy about this, like he arranged it.

the tone in his voice indicated that he wasn’t trying to be funny or pulling a prank. he actually just invited this girl to join the party. the party that you helped create and max joined, but you didn’t mind. she was funny and entertaining that she was easy to like but by the look on the other girl’s face you weren’t going to like her as much.

and we fought

the next weeks were the most horrible weeks of your life. you never felt so useless, like you didn’t matter. and you especially didn’t know one girl could do all this. she didn’t even do it on purpose, it wasn’t like she was out for you. but she liked mike. she would cling next to him everywhere, whether it was school, meetings, lunch, hangouts. it got frustrating.

you found yourself crying yourself to sleep and asking why she had to come now! but you picked yourself up, you were not going down without a fight. so like a movie, you and el fought for mike. you didn’t know who mike liked. sometimes he would favor you more but sometimes he would favor her more.

like it was all some silly game

your friends didn’t recognize you. you disregarding almost everything else in your life for this. you couldn’t lose! you couldn’t give up now! you were so far in this stupid game. yet you were always tied, no matter how hard both of you tried to one-up each other. it’s be impossible and it wasn’t even like mike made it easier! he didn’t even notice you and el were fighting like lions for him.

over him…

the rest of the party sat on the sidelines, waiting for this dumb feud to be over. they all knew what was happening expect mike. he was oblivious to the fact he would accidentally flirt with one of you guys then do it the other day to the other one.

who he’d chose

but it was obvious? you had been there for mike since he was little. you were there when he got injuries and learned new things. when he failed algebra and had to take it in the summer or when he fell down the stairs and had to get stitches. who had held his hand while he was crying and getting pulled into the ER? you. who helped him all night with flashcards for a midterm? you. who gave him almost all the comic books stacked among his bedroom? you.

and you handed over your win, time after time. you let other girls talk to him and like him. you weren’t possessive or anything but wasn’t this your final time to win? wasn’t it finally your chance to have a happy ending? to put a stop to all those times to sat and stared mike look at another girl. why couldn’t this be the time he looked at you like that!

after all those years,

so you weren’t going to give up. you were going to make the first move if mike wasn’t going to. you picked up the phone that was on top of your bedroom dresser and punched in mike’s basement phone’s number. you felt like you were running out of time. like if you waited another second you would die from drowning or run out of air. 

the phone was silent and you nervously tapped your foot. but he picked up. “hello?” you sighed in relief, “mike! it’s y/n! i have something to tell you and it’s urgent.” you were desperate to just get out a few words and end this. all of it.

“wait—wait y/n, can you tell me later?” he said. he sounded distracted but you ignored it, “nono! it’s urgent please!” mike finally agreed, “y/n i’m sorry but i have a date with el and i cant be more late, so just call me later!” he hung up.

i’d never thought i’d lose.