#pan mike wheeler

[i-eat-homeless-people]

guys guys hear me out

pan mike wheeler

[ronancebyler]

im so jealous of the wheeler siblings i could never be as confusing about my sexuality as they are with theirs

[miaisagirllover]

i love you bi mike truthers. i love u gay mike truthers. i love you pan mike truthers. i love you unlabelled mike truthers. straight mike truthers, hm. i have a human amount of normalcy for yall

[robertdownerjunior]

mike having a small crush on el in s1 that just went too far is my favorite fruity mike hc.

like, in the beginning, he had a tiny crush on her because she's pretty and cool and powerful and so a small crush developed. but then she (allegedly) reciprocated these feelings and suddenly this went from a tiny crush to an actual relationship.

and mike gets will back, and no matter his crush on el, he loves will. but he's in a 'proper hetero relationship' so we get repress repress repress and comphet comphet comphet.

mike does the relationship things. he tried to appear cool so el finds him attractive by giving up dnd. he told her he loved her. he did all the proper relationship things. this is what 'proper' relationship things are, so this is what i'm going to do.

and in the process he's losing will, his best friend, the person who he's always been the most attached to. he's losing will who was the best thing that happened to him.

but hey! that's what relationships are, right? they matter most, so mike is doing the normal thing.

el tells him she (allegedly) loves him too, and it makes him uncomfy, but he pushes it away. why didn't he like it when she kissed him? why did he like it so much more when wills said he wont join another party?

doesn't matter. they've moved away. and mike pushes it down more.

he's going to visit them in california. will apparently has a crush on some girl, which he's very normal and not awkward about.

before he leaves the plane, he puts his sunglasses on. there's no specific reason he doesnt want her to see his eyes when they kiss, just like there's no reason he puts the flowers in between them which makes them separate faster. that's just a side effect. he goes to hug will, but it feels too weird, even though he can hug lucas and dustin without problems. there's no reason for that, don't think about it.

will has a painting. maybe the painting wasn't for a girl, but instead a gift for mike, will's best friend! or apparently not.

oh, angela? angela is probably whoever the painting goes to. not that mike cares or anything.

he's not avoiding will for a specific reason, it just feels too weird.

he cant tell el he loves her, but that's not for a specific reason either.

oh my god, the painting was for him!

nevermind, this was something el commissioned.

oh, el needs him? he has to stay with her. she matters a lot to him, he cant lose her because of whatever he's feeling. he's in love with her. he has to be.

mike has to save el. she wanted him to tell her he loved her. love at first sight is a good relationship thing to say, right?

el isn't talking to him since the love confession. he misses her. they're probably going to break up. why doesn't that bother him?

[gayofthefae]

There is something in a story structure called a cave. It is when all hope is lost, the lowest point for a character; they hit rock bottom. It happens right before the climax to force them to make an important decision, force them into a dilemma.

Every scene has one, every episode has one, every season has one to varying degrees. But Stranger Things as a whole is also a single story. A 5-season single story.

It's why season 4 is the only time they lose the battle. It is at the perfect point of the cave in the story - 4 of 5. "All hope is lost". It is the cave of the story as a whole.

So, though it may be played as his season climax, Mike Wheeler's story cave is this:

"Forced to make a decision between bad and worse" in my screenwriting teacher's words, he chooses that she live and he lie irrevocably over that he be honest and risk her dying. I once said he spent the season wondering whether he would have lied if he'd known it'd keep her safe; now he knows. A dilemma.

And I must say, it is genius to place it right here. Exactly here. The perfect way to convince you. It is his season climax: everything he's wanted achieved...But it is his story cave: rock bottom.

Yes, he achieved what he originally wanted - to love her. But he has reached the point in the story where he realizes what he wants and needs are not only different but at odds. He always wanted to love her. He always wanted to love a girl. He always wanted to avoid this fate

But unfortunately, he really did end up loving El, not just in concept or cover, so when what he needed was to be true to himself against their relationship, he acted in favor of his previous wants - and of her, not his needs.

Mike's story is confirmed to be incomplete. This is why.

Additional support to this analysis if you have doubts:

Will's decision would much more obviously be considered an all time low in this same structure. He had a dilemma Mike and El continuing to be sad or himself being sad and chose to sacrifice himself.

This clearly supports that the structure is being applied. Narrative structures aren't just applied once. That would make an incoherent mess in an ensemble cast. Mike and all characters follow the same structure we can prove is present with Will.

Will built up to giving Mike the painting, what he wanted to do all season, but sacrificed what he needed, to share his feelings. Mike is the same. Mike cannot be different. That's just not how writing works.

[bloodmoonblitz]

mike wheeler paladin swag. 

[samgelina-jolie]

[ectonurites]

Uhhhh very late miwip wednesday? it is thursday.

I've had this au—Will as Robin, El as Batgirl, Mike as Spoiler + a few more Hawkins characters as Bats but I'll leave the rest a mystery for now—rattling around in my brain for like a week, and I don't know if I'll ever actually write out the full longfic idea I have for it, but I'll at least post snippets and some doodles 👍

Text under the cut if the images are hard to read hehe:

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“I know I did it to you when we first met,” the sound of boots hitting the rooftop echoes behind him, “But it’s really not proper vigilante etiquette to take off someone else’s mask.” 

Mike whips around to face him—Robin, The Boy Wonder. While he’s figured out who the new Batgirl is, he hasn’t got a clue about this guy. Unless maybe it’s not just El—maybe all the Bats are connected to the lab? Robin could be a number, too.

He stares at the other boy, lost in thought, not sure what to say. 

When it must fully register that his comment isn’t getting a response, Robin shrugs and retracts his grapple, clicking it into place on his utility belt as he steps closer out of the shadows.

Mike quickly puts his mask back on, just for something to do with his hands, something to interrupt his gawking at least for a second. When he looks again, there’s now a layer between them—flimsy blue fabric that makes it a little less clear that he’s still staring. 

But how could he not? The two of them have only really met twice—when Robin had tackled him not realizing The Spoiler is a new hero not a villain, and when Robin had come to his window the following night telling him to hang up his cape. So really, this is the first time Mike can stop and take him in without some sense of urgency bleeding into the situation. The first time he can just… look.

His mask is a deep green leather molded into a sort of beak, and despite leaving a decent amount of his face uncovered, it conceals what could really be identifying—his eyes, his nose, parts of his cheeks. His warm smile is visible though, and Mike can’t help that his eyes are drawn to it. It’s just the part of his face I can see, he tells himself, but maybe that’s not the only reason. 

Robin runs a gloved hand through his gelled-back hair, a chestnut brown that Mike bets would glisten in sunlight. But Robin isn���t someone you see during the day. Bats only come out at night in Hawkins, even ones who wear bright colors. Red, yellow, and green—he’s like a traffic light.

Only now while glancing up and down as he crosses the rooftop, does Mike really register how small a guy Robin is, noticeably shorter than Mike himself. But regardless, he still moves with confidence, it makes his presence seem larger somehow—wise beyond his years.

[a-strangers-thoughtss]

Yes. This is my first post. Yes I’m going to use it to shove my trans Willel agenda down everyone’s throats.

Like think about it, modern au, Willel are twins and both trans.

Like I’m so in love with trans Will bc I relate to him sooo much so why not make him trans. + relates to his “being different” and comfort in his friends and family. Idk it just makes sense to me.

(Also like Mike being confused asf bc he’s feeling weird about him, but he shouldn’t bc Will Is a boy?? Like he thinks he has internalized transphobia but rlly he just has a fat crush on Will)

But El? I think it makes so much sense with her arc in the show, coming into her femininity and individuality. Like she loves girl things so much and is hyperfeminine bc she never got to do it before. Trans El just makes me so happy too, bc like her a Max Hanging out and doing girl shit??? Like it would be so affirming to her and I love the shit out of it.

There you have it folks. FTM Will and MTF El.

That was prolly a rambly mess that’s very difficult to understand

No I will not be taking any criticism.

I do in fact have headcannons for this as well if people would like me to post them.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I think Mike is in love with El as much as he might be with Will. . .it's one of the reasons why I can't choose which ship. . . Do I think Mike and El are going to be together forever? I don't know, probably not. I think people just ignore the fact that Mike watched El "die" in front of him, and he spent 353 days thinking she was dead and calling her every night. That boy pined after her and the reason why he clung to her during season 3. He wasn't forcing himself to be with her. . .he's scared she'd literally disappear, just like with Will. I just don't think that there's anything heteronormative about that, but people are using his anger and his fear of losing her to say that he's forcing himself to be with her. In reality, he's scared to lose her, and he was traumatized by her "death," whether you think they're in love or not. He went to great lengths to find Will too and to be there for him in season 2. I'm stuck in the middle here because I think it's important to address that Mike could possibly be in love with El as much as he might be in love with Will. Like I said, just because he's romantic with her now. . .it doesn't mean he can't be platonic with her later. . .it's hard to deny that bts scene with El and Mike because El does look upset. . .and I know people don't want anyone to get hurt, but it's already happening. . .and it's probably going to happen again. I don't know, I can't make a choice. . .I'm so torn. . .I'll just remain neutral and hope for a happy ending. It's just also important to note that I support both ships, that I respect everyone's different opinions. This is just my belief.

[strangerwheelerthings]

Can you write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about the wheeler siblings?

Mike was screaming at her. He was screaming himself hoarse as he tried to get her to leave. He threw an action figure at the wall beside her. When that didn’t make her flinch, he stepped forward, intent on shoving her out of his room. On any other day, she would have left long before it got to this point, grumbling about her weird brother with clear anger management issues. Not now. Today she would stand her ground. She wasn’t going to budge an inch.

For the first time, in far too long, she saw the pain in her brother’s eyes.

For the first time, she paid attention to more than his words, and worked to understand where all this frustration was coming from. It wasn’t rooted in anger like she’d thought for so long, but in pain and fear buried deep below the surface. 

His reaction to their father’s words over dinner had finally unlocked something. The puzzle pieces all came together at once, making her sick to her stomach at the realization. Not the realization of who her brother was, but the realization of how little she’d stepped into the role of supportive older sibling throughout the last few years.

The blindness was gone, and she determined to never let it creep in again. She was not going to sit back and watch her little brother self-destruct alone. She’d go down with him if it came to that, but he was going to know he was loved if it was the last thing she did. He was going to know that his hurt and anger at the world was justified and understood. 

No eleven year old should have ever suffered the heartache and trauma that he had. No child should have had to shoulder that alone, to pretend it never happened just because some Government Agent Assholes had declared it so. No little boy should have to suffer their father’s repeated homophobic remarks at the dinner table, making him feel so ashamed and scared that he struggled to admit his sexuality even to himself. 

No, none of this had been acceptable. It could not go on this way any longer. Something had to change, and that something started with her opening her own heart back up to a sibling relationship with him again. 

His voice had broken under the stress, and he went quiet. She knew this was not by choice. His tone was cold as ice as he strained to make himself heard. “Get Out. Please.��

“Not yet.”

She stepped forward to snake her arms around him before he could register her intentions, and pulled him into a hug.

“What’s wrong with you? Let go of me, weirdo, and get out of my freaking room!” He tried to pull away, but didn’t quite escape her grasp. He could have, if he had truly wanted to, she knew. 

“I love you no matter what. You know that right?” She tried to put every ounce of sincerity she could into those words, desperate for him to really hear her and believe. Desperate to squeeze past those solid walls between them that they’d both been responsible for.

“Uh, yeah, sure, whatever.”

She released him, and stared directly into his eyes, needing him to fully understand. “There is nothing you could do or be that would ever make me love you less. I don’t think you understand what that means.” She smiled weakly, half joking but entirely serious as she continued, “I would bury a body for you. I would create a body to bury, to keep you safe. Something as small as who you love would never even faze me.”

He sucked in a startled breath. His mouth opened, but no sound escaped. Silence reigned for a number of moments.

Welp, that was probably more than enough vulnerability for the night for both of them. Small steps. She patted his arm awkwardly, then backed out of the room. “Anyway-” she rushed out, “Just wanted to let you know that. You can talk to me about anything. Ok, goodnight. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She shut his door in his face before rushing to her own room. She was emotionally spent, and embarrassed by her fumbling attempts to support him. She felt as adept as a newborn lamb. Hopefully something she’d done had gotten through to him.

Her sleep was restless, but when she awoke the next morning to a note under her door, her heart lightened considerably.

“You too - Mike”

|—---------Hug #2-----------|

For a moment, Mike could only stare. He was shocked speechless at the overwhelming despair in his sister’s voice.

“I didn’t know!” Nancy wailed, tears streaming down her face. He had to strain to understand her through the hiccuping sobs. “I didn’t. I didn’t know…”

He stumbled back a step when she collapsed against him unexpectedly. His arms instinctively circled her as she clutched his jacket sobbing into his shoulder. 

“I- I just wanted to be a rebellious teenager for once in my life. I didn’t mean to kill her. I didn’t! I promise. Please.” She was begging, pleading to some unknown God or being to relieve her of all the guilt and pain, yet unwilling to part from it if they did exist. She didn’t believe herself to be worthy of the release.

Mike had no freaking clue what to do. He hadn’t even been present for whatever triggered the start of this breakdown. He’d found her staring at a bleeding hand, glass covering the kitchen floor at three in the morning, not moving. Her eyes stared vacantly, even as her head turned in his direction at his entrance.

“What’d you do?” he’d asked,originally more tired and grumpy than worried at the sight of the mess. 

It took a moment for her to react before all hell broke loose and she completely fell apart. It became quite clear quite quickly that Nancy was not grounded or aware enough to talk out of it. She was lost in her own world of pain and memories, and it was all he could do to keep his arms around her as she shook. 

His brain kept fumbling as it attempted to adapt this scene into his understanding of his sister. She was always so uptight and bossy. She worked hard at her job and at school, and he’d always been a little jealous of how well she’d handled everything since the first Upside Down incident. He’d never seen her cry. Not since she first learned about Barb's death. 

He’d always assumed that she had moved on. She’d worked towards justice by taking Hawkins Labs down and then lived her life. She never seemed scared when monsters attacked. She became quieter after, in some ways, but that was all he had noticed. 

The girl crying in his arms on the kitchen floor was not that unstoppable girl. She was broken and small, and so overwhelmed. He held her as the sobs eventually sputtered off to quiet weeping, and then finally silent stillness. She wasn’t asleep, that much was obvious through the tension still present in her body. She didn’t say anything, just sat there, unmoving. 

At some point. He gently pushed her back enough to see her face. Her eyes were dull and unfocused. She’d detached from reality in an entirely different way, exhaustion shining through easily. Seeing her then, after truly coming to understand how not ok she was, it scared him how familiar this expression was. He’d seen it hundreds of times, not always so overt, but still plain to see. Except he hadn’t seen, had he. He’d glossed right over, taking it to mean anything from disinterest to simple tiredness. He’d assumed that Nancy’s pain would look like his, and when it hadn’t, he’d never looked deeper. 

After who knows how long, he eventually guided Nancy back up to bed, before finally stumbling back to his own. His original goal of a midnight snack was long forgotten. Despite his own exhaustion he didn’t sleep, simply stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. He didn’t know what to do with this revelation, but he did know he would be far more observant of his sister than he’d ever been before. 

[xxcreamixx]

(some of) my st headcanons <33

[ronancebyler]

this scene is so

Hopper: *bursts in* I KNEW YOU TWO WERE KISSING. Mike: El, we were kissing? El: Why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down!

[miaisagirllover]

What about pan Mike? Rarely see anything about this hc

i kinda like the pan mike headcanon but to me he just seen bi

[elkdiaries]

they were so insane for this

[demobatman]

modern au mike wheeler and the homo autoerotic fixation he would have on jon snow