#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler

[scwheeler]

🩸🔪 ˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘MY TEARS RICOCHET’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: miscommunication leads to the loss of ethan’s only lover and much regret

warning: blood, violence, stabbing, death

authors note: i’m a swiftie !! (lyrics are in italics)

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace

you sucked in air through your teeth as coldness took over your body. carefully your eyes drifted downwards to your stomach where a black object was. out of adrenaline, the pain didnt kick it until a few moments later. your body shivered in response to the sharp knife cutting through your skin and embedding itself into the side of your stomach.

you looked up, straight at your killer. the dark lights of the room making it almost impossible to identify who it was. but you saw the mask. the black and white ghostface mask that had been on the news nonstop since the late nineties.

'cause when i’d fight, you used to tell me i was brave

after running around the room to get away, fate finally caught up to you. even though you fought and fought, throwing lamps and chairs over the room to slow down your killer, it was inevitable.

the mask that your friends had warned you about. the one tara had gotten stabbed by, but survived. looking around for help you realized your unfortunate fate. there was no escape, no help.

and if i’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?

your killer didnt even stab you with the knife all the way. they stopped at two-thirds and you could feel their body tense up, almost regretting their decision.

your back was pressed hard against the wall and you reached around to keep yourself up but failed. your legs have out and you slid down to the cold hard floor while your killer stood there with a hand out where the knife had been. now the knife was skewed into your abdomen as you tried not to scream in pain.

biting your tongue, tears streamed down your face. you heard a heavy breathes coming from above. there was a gasp, a moment of surprise and regret following with a small whisper, “y/n..?”

cursing my name, wishing i stayed

look at how my tears ricochet

you put pressure on your wound and refused to pull out the knife since you watched all those survival tip youtube videos with mindy. she had taught you to never take it out or else you’d immediately bleed out. you remembered tara and anika laughing and joking that it was ridiculous. that it would never happen.

and i can go anywhere i want

the shadowy figure in front of you crouched down, kneeling before you. slowly they lifted their mask and revealed such a familiar face. the face that would remind you of home. the face you would kiss before going to sleep. the face would give you such comfort and love.

with blood rising in your throat, “ethan?”

anywhere i want, just not home

the same face that was now sitting before you with blood on his hands. your blood.

and you can aim for my heart, go for blood

but you would still miss me in your bones

ethan landry was reaching for your wound. the one he inflicted. you couldn’t believe your eyes and wanted to run away, avoid this confrontation but it was too late. he was inching forward but instead of the harsh interactions from earlier.

he was back to himself. handling with care and with a face of worry. “oh my god…fuck,” he whispered and panicked over the blood leaking down to the floor.

and i still talk to you (when i’m screaming at the sky)

and when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

“no no you weren’t supposed to be here,” he muttered and tears started to form in his eyes. you could’ve laughed at the irony. your own boyfriend stabbing you after swearing he would protect you. suddenly the pain wore off and your body felt an uncomfortable lack of warmth with chills running down your back.

all of your weight was leaning on the wall behind you and your head followed. your hands fell to the ground and no more pressure was tended to wound except ethan’s. his efforts of trying to revive you were useless.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace

he saw your phone tossed a few inches away and grabbed it, hurrying to call 911. he didn’t even realize he was still in the ghostface outfit or the blood that stained his hands.

the specks of blood on his face were getting washed off by the tears slipping from his eyes. “jus—just hold on! please y/n don’t give up…s-stay awake!” he pleaded and waited for the opposite end to pick up.

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

“hello this is 911, how can i help you?” the operator said. “my girlfriend needs help! her name is y/n y/l/n, she needs an ambulance she’s dying! she’s been stabbed please!” he shouted and continued to explain but your ears were drowning out the noise.

as your eyes roamed the room, the bright lights on the ceiling were making your eyes sensitive. you looked away and felt your vision blur. ethan noticed your limp body fading away, as his grip became firm as he let go of the phone.

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

cursing my name, wishing i stayed

his attention completely fixed on you. “no y/n! fuck fuck fuck please just stay with me! they’re coming!”

your eyes shut and ethan shook your body but there was no response. there were sirens outside already but he could tell it was too late and you were gone. as much as he didn’t want to believe it, he held your body close to his.

you turned into your worst fears

his grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears as he continued to pull you closer even though you already were. the hugs shared between you and ethan were for warmth and comfort, when one of you passed a test, leaving for a weekend trip, winning a game of just dance, or when he would instantly be knocking at your front door when you needed a shoulder to cry on.

but this was different.

there was no reciprocation and ethan was alone. his throat was tight and his breaths were short with his heavy sobs tearing through his chest. his voice was quavering and shaky, “this is all quinn’s fault—no no it’s my fault. you weren’t in this, this isn’t your fault—i’m sorry.”

and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

crossing out the good years

your unresponsive body relaxed in ethan’s arms and you felt at peace. while your head fell back, a tear slipped from your eye and trailed down your cheek.

and you're cursing my name, wishing i stayed

ethan ignored the footsteps of the police charging in and the sirens getting louder. his sobs flooded his ears and his cries turned into whimpers. the lingering sadness strangled his throat and he burrowed his head into your shoulder.

look at how my tears ricochet

this time he needed a shoulder to cry on.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #ethan landry x you #scream #ethan landry x reader #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #scream six #scream imagine #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fic #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry headcannon #ghostface #mindy meeks martin #my tears ricochet #taylor swift

[sunsburns]

loba’s 1k celebration! 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

guys thank you so much for 1k (almost 2k by the time this is out!) props to you guys for putting up with my shitposts cause i yap a lot and post nonsense half the time loll. i’m so so grateful and thankful xx 💖

anyways this post will consist of some of my favourite pjo (mostly luke castellan) works i’ve read so far (in order from the first to most recent ones i’ve read) because i think they deserve so much love and recognition! <3 make sure to check them out and reblog!!

ps! some of the work is nfsw so please respect the author and don’t interact if you are a minor!!

back to navigation. masterlist.

༊*·˚ luke castellan

i hate you by @chaussetteblanche

sly swordsman by @krkiiz

lovers lake by @balletfilmss

a place with you by @supercutszns

something out of my dreams by @celesterayel

the olive theory by @neo-nomatrix

daylight by @tangledinlove

all the stars by @initialchains

how to get a girl’s attention by @scwheeler

deception by @chaussetteblanche

this blurb with child of poseidon!reader by @birdiewriteslit

rotten to the touch series by @supercutszns

bleedin’ me dry by @atlabeth

head over heels by @sayoneee smau!

i won’t say (i’m in love) by @calliopeslyrics

lavender roses by @breadbrobin

parent trap by @sayoneee

where you are by @murdrdocs smut!

one year with luke castellan series by @tangledinlove

you’re beautiful by @ilycosy

rearrange your dreams by @murdrdocs smut!

a wish your heart makes by @mischiefmoons

always an angel, never a god by @cobrakaisb

ghost in the wind by @amoreva

this blurb by @apollos-calliope

this blurb about a bet with luke by @murdrdocs smut!

nobody's business by @voguesriot smau!

you don't know me by @kestisvrse

luke as your mom's friend's son by @too-deviant smut!

#loba’s 1k celebration! #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #loba’s recs!! #pjo series #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers #luke castellan fanfic

[reareaotaku]

are there any blogs you reccommend/like? i like your work and would love to know similar stuff

AHH! Yes! I would love to give some free promotion to accounts I like/love/similar to mine! [Some of these ppl I've definitely gotten inspo from.] Here are a few [There's probably so many more] that I enjoy [Even if it's only one fic of theirs I like]/recommend:

@peoplesgraves [Similar content to anxiousnerdwriting and I enjoy it. They're very talented :)] @yandere-toons [They are very popular, so you've probably seen them. They're an inspo for some of my work.] @yanderenightmare [They are also popular, and I liked their MHA/BNHA content, but I'm no longer in that fandom. Although I did enjoy their work when I WAS in that fandom.] @anxiousnerdwritings [They also are very popular and have a lot of work similar to mine. I've def. gotten some inspo from them.] @i-cant-sing [Liked their BNHA work, but like I said, I'm no longer in that fandom.] @humanzfinnie [We're mutuals :) Love their work and was so happy we became mutuals] @donat-senpai [I enjoy their Miraculous Content so much! If you like Miraculous content, specifically yandere, you've probably seen their work and I recommend them] @scwheeler [Love their Mike Wheeler content so much!] @erenxfrieda [Love their Five Hargreeves content] @love-toxin [Enjoy their (Mature) Stranger Things content] @chezzywezzy [I believe they were the first content I saw on Miles Fairchild and that actually inspired me to write some content!!] @ourautumn86 [Their Steve Harrington content brings me to life] @luvtoonys [Love their Yandere/Soft Jane Hopper x GN! Reader and that's all I've read of theirs [Besides a Mike Wheeler fic], but I really enjoyed it and hope they write more like it] @slash-me-please [Their work inspired me to write for Nancy and I love their Nancy Thompson work so much!!! 💗] @finalgirlfae [Their Mean: Mike Wheeler story is a guilty pleasure. I love Mean! Character x Reader stories so much] @writingforcuteppl [Really enjoy their Ben Hargreeves stories, especially since there isn't much work on him] @xreader-writing [Love their Five & Ben Hargreeves work] @agaypanic [Their Benny Weir/Rory Keaner content is beautiful. I love you]

These are just a few blogs I enjoy/have enjoyed! Some of these definitely deserve more love/attention, so hopefully some of yall decide to check out their work. If any of the accounts I tagged want me to remove their tag LMK and I'll remove it

#favorite accounts #yandere x reader #yandere #character x reader #xreader #x reader

[pixiexdusts-world]

April favourite fics

Finnick Odair

Devotion by @inpraizeof

Cookie Dough by @http-finnick

Neteyam

Good luck kisses by @riadreams

Zeykoyu by @suuuupernovaaa

Touchy by @starneteyam

Forever & always by @jakexneytiri

Ao’nung

Make you look pretty by @neteyamslovrr

Nìfnu by @suuuupernovaaa

Fkay by @suuuupernovaaa

Steve Harrington

steve harrington being unable to concentrate while looking at your face… by @faeriieblush

Jack Champion

Makeup or makeout? By @jdr3wstarkey

Ethan Landry

Drunk n love by @dizscreams

Cherry flavoured by @scwheeler

Stuck with you by @murdrdocs

He needs me he needs me pt 1 pt 2 by @succrbus

My favourite girl by @jpnriikicore

Obsessed by @psycholuvely

Secret by @cherriesncinnamon

Peter Sutherland

A sense of relief by @starr-k

The one you love by @sandraleclerc

#finnick odair #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #the hunger games #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #avatar 2 #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung x y/n #ao’nung x you #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington and reader #steve harrington #jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland #peter sutherland x you

[poisonedprose]

300 followers event ! - 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋

in honor of me hitting 300 followers and the 2023 grammys, i am doing a little event

series of 'awards' will be distrubed through out the night

instead of music up for nomination, its fics/writers/artists!

please dont take this serious this is just for fun dont be butthurt if you are not nominated/didn't win these are just my opinions&lt;3

━━━━

categrory - best stranger things fic of 2022 ! nominations -

come back ... be here by spideystevie let's be closer by wroteclassicaly i hate love her by scwheeler i'll put us back together at heart by sanguineterrian

and the winner is ... lets be closer by @wroteclassicaly !!

categrory - best stranger things blurb of 2022 ! nominations -

dustin w a cheerleader by sailorwritesstuff growth spurt by user4207292926282 steve taking care of u on ur period by forevermoreharrington "i wanna kiss you" by vampireteeth

and the winner is ... dustin with a cheerleader by @sailorwritesstuff !!

categrory - best stranger things fanart of 2022 ! nominations -

late night confessions drawn by irlplasticlamb paranormal investigators drawn by aeilus the ranger drawn by http-byler will and el in vegas drawn by miiroren

and the winner is ... late night confessions by drawn @irlplasticlamb

categrory - best alice in borderland fic of 2022 ! nominations -

in the night by syntheticfoxfire ride by homeslices pretty by 24hlevi guns and spades by mikanotes

and the winner is ... guns and spades by @mikanotes

categrory - best alice in borderland blurb of 2022 ! nominations -

midterm game (all parts) - by aftrnoot arisu's kisses by eufezco hanging out with karube at a bar by philomaay bodyguard aguni by glooomreach

and the winner is ... hanging out with karube at a bar by @philomaay

categrory - best alice in borderland fanart of 2022 ! nominations -

queen of hearts drawn by mishimiishi chishiya by snowberryaki kuina and ann by cookiescr hatter by jmrww

and the winner is ... hatter drawn by @jmrww

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and with that, my 300 follower event has come to an end

congrats to all the nominees and the winners

lmk if you want more silly events like this&lt;3

#! ★₊˚✧ vira . #stranger things #alice in borderland #stranger things fic recs #alice in borderland fic recs #stranger things x reader #alice in borderland x reader #stranger things fanart #alice in borderland fanart

[wheelcr]

finn or mike writer recommendation ?

me!! /j. @scwheeler & @msdiorlvr are my favs i love them

i also read @.murdrdocs & @.iriesdreamworld <33

#⠀💭 ۫⠀love letters.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ 𓈒 #— nonnie ♡︎ #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader

[scwheeler]

♟˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘I KNOW IT WON’T WORK’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: your boyfriend had become distant suddenly but confronting him about it only makes it worse

author’s note: inspired by gracie abrams’ “I know it won’t work” I LOVE THIS SONG AND GRACIE (lyrics will be in orange for reading & red for ethan !!) also you can send in requests and ideas!! #ANGST #SLIGHTSPOILERS

you looked over two seats at ethan who was quickly jotting something down in his notebook. it was a different color than his actual econ notebook and the lecture hadn’t even started yet so you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

but the loud slam of the classroom door shutting snapped you out of your trance. your teacher begun the class and you watched ethan shove the notebook in his backpack through the corner of your eye. however, you completely shrugged it off once the teacher started speaking.

sitting by your friends at the park was finally a peaceful event with all the stormy clouds and rain disappearing. it seemed there were only clear skies and chirping birds around until you faced ethan.

he avoided eye contact and tried to look elsewhere. anywhere. aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to look at their girlfriends? you even reached for his hand once but after he attempted to ‘discreetly’ move his away, you gave up. for a studious little student, he really couldn’t tell how distant he became.

at first you thought it was all in your head. maybe it was the stress building up from your upcoming finals or because of the mysterious murders surrounding your neighborhood. yet your fears were confirmed when even your friends brought it up.

even chad for gods sake!

only a couple of days ago, the friend group was laughing and chattering like a bunch of middle schoolers. you guys were loud enough to be heard from miles away but there was an awkward tension once ethan started to shy away from you.

where was the sweet boy who waited in front of your dorm room for a whole hour before finally knocking and asking you out?

where was your boyfriend who would not let go of your hand while walking around parties? who followed you everywhere that some people even asked if you had a stalker!

where was the boy who messaged tara and mindy a million times about what flowers you like so you would be happy on valentine’s day!?

that boy was obviously not present because your door remained silent. no doorbells or late night knocks for a last minute sleepover.

your hands stayed untouched. the only time he almost reached for it was when he put his hands down to help him getting up and leaving.

you went to parties alone now and instead of sitting on the couch just whispering and gossiping with ethan, you sat on the stairs and waited for mindy and anika to say one of them were too wasted to party anymore.

so after finally mustering up the courage, you marched to his dorm room and knocked on the door. first chad opened the door with a little confused face, “yes?” you ignored him and invited yourself in like a hundred times you’ve done before.

“is ethan here?” you asked and took a look around the dorm. chad shut the door behind you and walked towards you, “yeah he’s in his room, are you gonna talk to him?”

you immediately looked up at him, “oh god did mindy tell you too!?” you groaned and felt like you sunk in a batch of concrete. chad let out a shy laugh, “well we’re worried about you guys, i mean you’re the SECOND best looking couple on campus.”

you lifted an eyebrow and questioned him, “and who’s the first?” “obviously me and tara,” chad answered and went to go sit on the couch. you rolled your eyes at his hubris and approached ethan’s room.

but before, you knocked.

“yes, come in,” you heard ethan say from inside and you carefully turned the bedroom doorknob. “chad if you need help in eco—” ethan turned in his spinning desk chair that you got him last year since you knew he can’t focus with moving around.

he stopped himself at the sight of you and wished he locked the door. “oh y/n. what are you doing here?” he calmly asked as if he didn’t ditch you for the last couple of weeks. you scoffed at his ignorance and shut the door to avoid any eavesdropping from chad.

ethan stayed in his chair and watched you take a seat on his nicely tidy bed. there was an immediate silence that suffocated the room before you decided to speak up first.

your words completely shattered the glass surface evident in the room, “do you still love me?” ethan looked up from ground and met your eyes for the first time in weeks.

“w-what do you mean?!” ethan exclaimed and seemed to be taken aback. “what do i mean?” you repeated. “i mean do you still love me? because you’ve been avoiding me like i’m the fucking black plague! you run away from me as if we’re literally not boyfriend and girlfriend!” you spilled out your emotions onto your so-called boyfriend.

your hand gestures were flying everywhere and all the suppressed feelings of anger and sadness came out. “so please just answer the goddamn question. please,” you pleaded for just one answer.

“y/n, i do love you. i truly do and i have but i just don’t think i can handle a relationship right now. it’s all just too much and with…econ—i can’t balance it,” ethan rambled and lied through his teeth, blaming his avoidance on fucking econ as if you weren’t in the same class.

he wasn’t hearing you out and was just piling excuses on top of excuses. you were sick of it. you wanted to have a civil conversation with him, talk it out like adults or in those cheesy romcoms where the couple makes up in the span of three minutes and a really extravagant song or romantic montage.

you could feel tears approaching the rum of your eyes but held them back with only a few managing to escape into your cheeks. “ethan, part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen because i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different,” you were the one avoiding his eyes now. those big brown eyes of his that made you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.

you wiped the few tears off your face and tried to remain calm. unknown to you though was ethan’s perspective. he wanted to get up and hug you, hold you and say he was sorry. he wanted to bring a dozen roses to your doorstep every night until you forgave him.

he held back his tears and looked up at your teary-eyed face. he thought to himself, ‘cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? why won't you try moving on for once? that might make it easy’ so he looked out the window and muttered, “let’s just break up.”

you bit your lip at the bitter words spit out by the boy you loved with all your heart and continued to even after this moment. you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and opened the door to escape the suddenly stuffy room.

you ran out of the dorm room, ignoring chad’s questions and words from behind you. you didn’t stop running and hoped the cold air would dry your tears before you friends could see.

out of nowhere, the skies turned grey and for the first time in weeks, there a trickle of rain. even though the distance from your apartments was less than a few minutes, it felt like forever. it started pouring and your clothes were drenched.

you thought about how stupid you were and regretted ever stepping front in his dorm room to begin with. you sat on the stairs in front of your apartment, crying and trying to catch your breath. you could barely keep your eyes open with the rain and your tears drowning you. outside it was dark and you were all alone. except you weren’t.

ethan watched you from his room. his heart ached for you and your tears and he had to restrain himself from running down to you. he clenched his jaw and breathed through his teeth as he watched you slowly get swallowed by the darkness and rain.

i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving and part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that.

brrring! brrring!

ethan turns his attention to his phone and honestly hopes it to be you but his hopes falter as he sees the number and picks up the phone. “is it all taken care of?” a voice spoke on the other line.

“yes, she’s out of the picture so we are not going to hurt her.”

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry headcannon #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fic #scream fic #scream six #scream imagine #scream #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader

[scwheeler]

🌷˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘A BLOSSOMING ROMANCE?’

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you and ethan have been best friends for years but he’s developed feelings for you, luckily you have too

author’s note: this is my first non-mike fic and i’m nervous for some reason…also i’m switching up the acc just because times have changed and i sort of lost interest in writing for mike so if you love ethan and the rest of scream, take a seat and some popcorn 🍿🎟

you: when r u getting here? i’m soooo bored

e: im walking to the front door rn :)

there was a knock on the door and before any of your friends could get up or even offer to get it, you jumped up and ran. “i’ll get it!” you yelled before unlocking the door. you didn’t bother to look in the eye hole before flinging the door open.

(tbh with all the ghostface incidents you should’ve but it’s just ethan…)

as the door opened, you were met with the cute smiling face of your bestfriend. immediately you jumped into his arms which caught him off guard but was always happy to catch you. “mindy was just ‘bout to start the movie without you!” you exclaimed and pulled him inside.

“dude why are you always so late?” chad asked and crossed his legs on the coffee table. “oh i just had a few errands to run, y’know econ,” ethan brushed off chad’s question and followed you to the couch.

after everyone got comfortable, mindy turned on the movie. only after she gave a quick warning about the movie since she’s already seen it a million times. you scooted closer to ethan and put your head by his chest. it was nothing out of the ordinary for you two since you’ve done it before a hundred times.

you guys had been best friends for years and you were a big physical touch person which made ethan the same. but it didn’t help the fact that ethan had a massive crush on you.

you heard his heartbeat. it was thumping fast. “what’s got you so worried?” you whispered and looked up to ethan. he turned to face you instead of the movie, “oh—just the movie, it’s a horror movie right?”

he quickly looked back up to the tv. he was obviously lying because the movie just started and the tv was still showing the title card. but he couldn’t tell you that the real reason was you.

he was practically sweating and tried to seem like he was all cool but was actually freaking out inside. you were so close to him, not that he was complaining but you didn’t know what to do. you had to look over to chad a few times to copy how he was holding tara.

he tried putting his arm around you but midway aborted the plan and pretended as if he was yawning, pulling a reverse flirting move. it’s not like you couldn’t tell because he made it pretty obvious with his long arms but you decided to ignore it.

the sun was setting halfway into the movie and your eyes started to droop. you nestled yourself into ethan’s shirt and tried to make yourself a comfortable sleeping position. with you constantly moving around, ethan couldn’t help but look down at you.

he smiled to himself but looked back to the screen to avoid being caught. but he couldn’t help himself and would consistently look down everytime someone would scream in the movie so everyone would be too focused on who died to notice.

about ten minutes later, you fell asleep. you were completely knocked out because of the all nighter you pulled the night before to study for a big test and all of the lectures you had to sit through.

you almost slid off of ethan’s chest before ethan grabbed you. he panicked and stealthily pulled you by his shoulder so you could rest peacefully. he tried carefully not to wake you up even with the loud slashes and screams coming from the movie.

by the time the movie ended, everyone was so sleepy that they were already slumped in their seats. chad and tara were attached at the hip, cuddling each other and a bowl of popcorn while asleep. beside them were mindy and anika who were sleeping shoulder to shoulder with a blanket.

luckily it was chad and ethan’s dorm so ethan gingerly lifted you up from the couch and carried you marriage-style to his room. even though the way to his room only took like ten steps max, him trying to make the least noise as possible and taking a million more steps than needed to do so made the walk much longer.

ethan opened his bedroom door and turned on his lights. he quietly placed you on his bed after moving the blankets. he picked up one of his pillows and tried to dust it off, shaking it and patting it in the air which made a bunch of noise but you must be a heavy sleeper because you were knocked out.

he replaced the “new clean” pillow for the one currently below your head and covered you with one of his blankets. after successfully moving you from the couch to his bed and tucking you in, he sighed in relief and knelt to the bed level.

he watched your chest move up and down, synchronized with your soft breathing. there was hair covering your face so he tucked it behind your ear for a clear view of your face.

beautiful. he thought to himself and smiled at your peaceful state. he kissed your temple and moved the blanket closer to your upper body, covering most of your body except your face.

not wanting to bother you anymore and potentially waking you up, he slowly got back on his feet and turned off the lights. although he didn’t know where he was gonna crash tonight, he didn’t care. he could sleep in a motherfucking ditch for all he cared!

but before he could close the door and walk out. “ethan? could you stay with me?” you muttered and blinked a few times to get a good glimpse at the boy who just tucked you in.

ethan’s whole body went into shock for a moment and held onto the door handle for dear life. if not for the door handle, he would’ve been falling to the ground since his legs turned into jelly! did you just ask him to stay with you? as in with you in bed?!

as ethan was doubting what he just heard, you confirmed it. “please?” you whispered and ethan almost fainted from that. he slowly walked back to the bed and stared at you. “are you sure?” he asked for reassurance and you nodded.

out of nervousness he mumbled a quick, “hold on a sec!” and opened his drawers for pajamas and ran into his bathroom. you were so confused but also very tired so your body refused to get up.

instead you just waited for ethan to come back.

meanwhile, ethan shut the bathroom door and quickly changed into his pajamas but before going back out to you, he opened his cabinets and looked through his shelves to find anything to make himself look better or smell better.

he found some cologne that chad had lent him like one time when they went to this party. ethan instantly opened the bottle and started spraying everywhere that a teenage boy could potentially smell.

he almost choked on the suffocating air that he created himself but couldn’t leave yet. he had no time to brush his teeth so he grabbed his mouthwash and finally was ready.

once ethan returned in new clothes and a definite new smell, you smiled. he slowly got into the bed yet kept much distance between you two. who knew getting into your own bed could be so scary?!

you had to be the one to move closer to him, putting your arms around his waist. first he was surprised but followed your lead. with a little bit of twisting and turning, you two found a comfortable position where he was the big spoon and you were the little spoon.

“you do know i like you right?” you asked with your eyes closed. his eyes immediately opened and he looked down at you, unable to look into your eyes though.

“w-wait what? well you do know i like you too right?” he returned the question which made you grin. “i’ve always known.” you replied and held his hands by your chest. ethan closed his eyes and a smile spread on his face as he held you closer to him.

“are you wearing chad’s cologne?”

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🍒💋🍒 ˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘CHERRY FLAVORED’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: at a halloween party you and ethan get to talking and drinking, both of you only focused on each other’s cherry flavored lips

author’s note: thank you so much for the appreciation in my last two ethan fics!! also what the fuck was ethan even dressed up as… (this was originally gonna be based off of the nbhd song ‘cherry flavored’ but i got lazy) 👋👋

you licked your lips before coating your lips with another layer of cherry-flavored lip gloss. “are you ready yet?” tara asked from the other room. you grabbed your just-finished charged phone and checked your reflection in the mirror before getting up from your vanity and meeting tara by the front door.

“ok im all good,” your eyes traveled up to tara’s costume. she was dressed up as a pirate and honestly best choice of the year.

“you look really good what the fuck,” you expressed and gave her a few up and down looks. a smile crept up her face and you could tell she appreciated your comment, “oh shut up, you’re pretending that you dont look like the hottest babe on the planet!”

she put her hands up and presented you in your costume. you were dressed up as an angel because you had a white dress lying around and got this last minute invite by chad a few hours ago.

everyone knew chad’s crush on tara so you had to force her to come with you. you liked acting like a little matchmaker for your friends and no one could disagree that they would look so cute together.

mindy and anika picked you two up and in around fifteen minutes, the party was in sight.

“ok so we’re totally getting wasted tonight,” tara mentioned as she looked around the light up house surrounded by blasting music. you rolled your eyes and grabbed her arm before running straight into the house.

mindy and anika followed briefly, holding each other’s hands. every corner of the house was filled with drunk teenagers shouting and hollering. both of you tried your best not getting run down by a frat guy chasing his friends without a shirt.

speaking of a guy without a shirt, chad walked up dressed up as a cowboy. “hey you guys made it!” he exclaimed and put his hands in the air.

“i would never refused free booze,” you sarcastically remarked and slightly pushed tara into chad.

they started making awkward conversation about each other’s costumes. “so you’re a naked cowboy?” tara asked and pointed to his bare chest. which only led to chad nervously laughing, “well i mean i do have pants on.”

you headed to the kitchen to follow up on your free booze comment.

however you had some company. “ethan you’re here!” you tried not sounding so surprised but ethan landry was not the type of guy to be at a halloween party with loud music and alcohol. if anything he was the one saying that everyone should stay home.

you were shocked to found out that he wasn’t at home studying for econ as he has for every past friday night since school started. “sorry that came out wrong, i just meant that i didnt expect you to be here,” you attempted to make up for your past sentence. luckily he cracked a small smile, “yeah i know, chad just insisted that i come since its halloween and everything.”

“well i’m glad you’re here and im digging your costume,” you said and indicated to the horned helmet on his head.

he slightly laughed, “yeah its homemade if you couldn’t tell” he sarcastically replied. you laughed with him at the cardboard covering his body head to toe.

“y’know i like your costume too,” he complimented and was about to say something else but stopped himself.

he bit his lip and contemplated for a second before talking again, “did it hurt?” you got confused and had to further question him, “wait what—what do you mean?”

“did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” he tried not to laugh and you spotted the shy blush creeping on his face. if it weren’t for the dim lighting and colorful strobe lights covering the room, you could’ve easily saw his bright red face.

his body tensed up at the lack of response from you until you burst out laughing. “oh god that was terrible but in a good way, that was perfect though because i’m an angel!” you exclaimed and playfully slapped his arm.

while you were practically dying at the stupid joke, you missed ethan’s eyes which remained on your hand on his arm.

“hey do you want a drink?” ethan changed the subject and tried hiding his embarrassed face from his failed pickup line and your body being so close to his. “oh yeah that would be great, mindy was complaining in the car sooo much about this new movie coming out next week. so i definitely need a drink,” you chuckled and followed him further into the party to a bunch of bottles lined up on the counter.

“you want me to make you the best thing you’ll ever drink?” you asked and swiftly turned to face ethan. he was flustered and took a step back before replying, “oh um im the designated driver so i cant really drink…”

“—wait you room with chad though right? how about mindy just gives you a ride after the party? if i beg her, she will probably say yes!” you smiled and took one of his hands with both of yours.

if only you saw how pretty you looked in ethan’s eyes. your eyes lit up and your red lips was the only thing ethan was focused on.

“so? can you? please say yes, i promise you i’ll make it extra special!” you begged and shook the two bottles in your hands. and what was ethan supposed to do? how could he say no to that face?

dismissing the fact his car was literally parked down the street from the house, he answered, “ok fine i’ll try it.” your face immediately smiled and you jumped into his arms out of excitement and thanks to a little pregaming with tara earlier.

ethan caught you but didn’t know whether to push you away or hold you. you hugged him tight and then stepped back before turning to make his drink. ethan stood there yet again starstuck at how eager you seemed to hang out with him.

it was the first time he felt this way. why were so nice to him? why did you like him?

while ethan was off thinking about the list of possibilities you were making a damn drink for him right now, with trying to kill him secretly being his top choice, you spun around and had two red solo cups. one you kept close to yourself and the other outstretched towards him.

“it’s a surprise but you have to give me your honest opinion whether you like it or not,” you handed the cup to his right hand and nervously waited for his reaction. ethan carefully took a sip of the mysterious concoction and gulped.

it was cherry flavored. the flavor was evident and so was the color. as soon as ethan put the cup down, his lips and tongue were painted in red. he looked like a vampire after eating a whole ass meal.

the drink was fizzy and bubbly therefore ethan felt it moving it’s way to his stomach. it was sweet and quite bitter because of the vodka but he couldn’t deny that he was good. even better that you made it specially for him.

you stood in front of him, eyes wide and awaiting his opinion while sipping on your own cup. “i’m not gonna lie, that was the best drink i’ve ever had,” ethan admitted and started gulping the rest down.

you laughed in relief, “oh thank god! it’s pretty easy to make. i like to call it a cherry bomb because it kind of explodes in your mouth and all the way to your stomach.” you winked and chugged the rest of your cup.

after a couple more drinks, you were wasted but ethan decided to stop after two. he felt like he needed to keep a serious eye on you so you didn’t get into reckless behavior.

without your full knowledge, you danced with him, hugged him, held his hand, and even almost kissed him but ethan stopped you because if you did ever kiss him, he wanted you to remember it. so you pulled back and let you lay back on the couch for a little while to get some rest.

the party was dying down and some people started to leave, including your friends. mindy and anika approached the pair on the couch whilst moving to the beat of the high tempo music. “hey lovebirds, ready to go?” mindy asked and held anika close by her.

ethan looked away once mindy said ‘lovebirds.’ his ears started burning and his face clearly was flustered. you suddenly gained consciousness and stood up, “yes yes let’s go!” you almost raced to the door with ethan shortly following you, to make sure you didn’t run straight into a wall.

mindy and anika laughed at how cute you two looked. they also watched how ethan followed you around like a little lost puppy even though you didn’t even realize it.

thanks to a little bribing from anika of having candy at home, you finally got into the car in the back alongside tara and ethan. tara sat in the left, you in the middle, and ethan on the right. anika sat in the passenger seat and mindy was driving.

tara was passed out after partying way too hard and doing who knows what with chad all night. mindy was going on and on about this new film theory she read online while anika responded with short replies of ‘mhm’ and ‘ohhhh’ since she was way too wasted to say anything else.

your head felt heavy and naturally fell upon ethan’s shoulder. to his surprise, he found you peacefully napping practically on him! throughout the car ride, he tried to keep as still as possible to not wake you.

there were a million bumps and sharp turns because mindy could not work the GPS in the car and refused to use google maps. but ethan kept you close and occasionally tucked your hair behind your ear or held onto the side of your face so you didn’t fall and wake up.

your body jerked awake once the car came to a harsh stop though. “we’re here!” mindy announced. you slowly lifted your head on ethan’s now numb shoulder and groggily opened your eyes. luckily ethan and chad’s dorm was right next to tara and your’s so the there were no stops to be made.

also mindy and anika were sleeping over since it was too exhausting to drive all the way to their place. anika opened tara’s side door and gently shook her awake while ethan was almost carrying you out of the car.

“god you guys are wasted,” mindy commented. you groaned at a pounding headache approaching and tried walking on your own but found yourself almost crashing onto the pavement.

thank the gods for ethan’s existence. all ethan was thinking of was how glad he was that he went to the gym often because with you practically leaning your entire body of him, he had to carry you.

the group eventually got to the dorm door and this is where ethan would retire to his own dorm. “thank you so much ethan,” anika said and pulled your body off of him with the help of mindy.

“yeah no problem, it’s my pleasure,” he replied and took a sigh of relief once he knew you were safe and in good hands. but before he turned to go home, you walked away from your friends and back for he doorway where he stood.

“w-wait—ethan wait,” you called after him and fell into his arms since your legs didn’t properly work at the moment.

again, he caught you.

“what is it y/n?” he asked and looked down at those dazzling eyes for the second time. you smiled before speaking, staring into his left then right eye. you looked at his curly brown hair and how it had tangles in it due to the constant jumping and dancing you made him do early.

then your eyes drifted down to his lips.

there were still faintly coated in cherry vodka. without answering his question, you jumped up and held his face close. you put your lips on his and kissed him. for a split second, you felt yourself waking up and sobering up.

ethan was surprised and taken so aback but he didn’t complain. your lips felt right on his and he leaned forward more into the kiss. he wrapped his arms around your waist. after a minute the two of you pulled back to breathe some air.

“wow,” you muttered and smiled at the fluttery feeling growing inside of you. the feeling ethan had the entire night. he licked his lips before responding, “your lips are cherry flavored.”

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🩰 - your cousin’s hot!

pairing: mike wheeler x henderson!fem!reader

summary: while coming over to dustin’s house for a sleepover, mike finds out there’s a reason the guest room is occupied 😧😧

warnings: reader is dustin’s cousin

age of pairing: 15-16

mike rang the doorbell an annoying four times before dustin finally opened the door. “jesus are you dead or ignoring me now!” mike complained making dustin complain back, “hey i’m not the only thirty minutes early!” “my mom had some book club and she wanted me out of the house!” mike explained.

he had a duffel bag in one hand and a paper bag in one. they headed for dustin’s bedroom first, placing down mikes stuff and dustin explaining where he’s going to be sleeping. “why can’t i just use the guest bedroom?” mike asked, pointing to the uncomfortable air mattress on the ground and then to the door down the hall.

dustin would’ve responded if he wasn’t blowing up the air mattress with his mouth and nearly passing out. mike disregarded the question and instead unpacked his stuff. mostly it being dvds, games, snacks in the paper bag, and comic books. little to no clothes though. don’t get any wrong ideas now 🤨🤨 “remind me why you can’t just sleep on the floor?” dustin asked after finishing blowing up the air mattress. “what—then all your hard work would go to waste,” mike sarcastically replied, earning a drastic eyeroll from dustin.

“im gonna use the bathroom, where’s that again?” mike asked, standing up and heading for the door. “down the hall tot he left,” dustin answered and went to the laundry room to get a pillow and some new sheets. mike nodded in response and walked down the hall. if he wasn’t so distracted with dustin’s baby pictures on the walls, mike probably would’ve heard a faint humming coming from the room he was approaching.

before he could even twist the doorknob open, it did by itself and the white bathroom door opened automatically. revealing you wearing a beige towel around your chest and a smaller one in your hands, frantically trying to dry your wet hair.

you were closing your eyes because water droplets were flying everywhere when drying your hair with the towel so when you stepped forward to approach the guest room, you were met with an unexpected blockage. the two of you instantly looked up, both surprised to see someone there. “oh—sorry i—” during mikes apology instinct, he stopped himself once he realized you were only in a towel.

you were glowing, not cause it was the middle of the day and you were sort of wet but actually glowing. you were gorgeous, the type to be a romcom’s main girl! he stopped himself from gaping his mouth open but his eyes spoke for himself without words. they were wide open in shock and being absolutely smitten by you. he never knew what love at first sight meant until this exact moment.

while mike was borderline fainting and freaking out, you just stared at him with your bright eyes. your wet hair sitting on your shoulders dripping onto the beige carpet floor. you held your towel up with your hands making sure not to flash this stranger that you assumed was dustin’s friend because of the t-shirt. completely disregarding mike’s rambling you spoke up while staring at his shirt, “hellfire club.”

“what?” he was caught off guard, stopping himself once more and questioning your response. “your shirt. hellfire club, that’s the only thing dustin talks about during dinners,” you answered and pointed at his white shirt with black sleeves, decorated with a devil logo and black, red writing.

mike thought about your answer, dinners? as in dates? as in girlfriend and boyfriend?!? “w-wait? you’re like dustin’s girlfriend?!” mike stuttered. he tried not to act surprised but couldn’t, how could his best friend never tell him that he had such a pretty girlfriend? if you were his girlfriend, he would tell everyone in the whole goddamn planet!

before he could further investigate your identity, you immediately replied, “WHAT!” you looked absolutely betrayed and kind of hurt. “no! no! dustin’s my cousin! gross dude, he’s just my cousin,” you were disgusted and made a puking face at his question.

at first mike was relieved that you weren’t dustin’s girlfriend then looked down once again to find you not wearing any clothes and only a towel. “oh yeah i’ll let you get changed!” mike stood to the left side of the hallway so you could walk to your room, giving a little wave and smile before heading inside and closing the door behind you.

mike was speechless. was he daydreaming? did these kind of things ever happen in real life? he had a smile ear to ear spread on his face and rosy cheeks, not from embarrassment a little actually but from amazement. then a question popped into his head, how could a goddess like you be related to dustin…? must’ve been adopted at this point he thought.

“oh hey did you meet y/n?” dustin walked into the hallway hugging an orange pillow and a few blankets “y-yeah, she’s pretty cool,” mike answered, his eyes still lingering on the guest room door. he was waiting for you to walk out of the door and gracing him with your presence. good thing dustin wasn’t too bright when it came down to love and didn’t notice mike almost drooling over the five second interaction you and he shared.

“mike can you help me with these blankets?” dustin asked and struggled to hold all the four blankets in his arms. while he stared at mike for a hand, mikes eyes were still glued onto the door. forcing dustin to yell, “MIKE!” which brought him back into reality thank god.

mike turned to dustin who stood beside him and understood his previous question, grabbing a few of the blankets to help dustin out. after dustin muttered a thank you, he was going to say let’s go start our marathon when you walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

you turned around and gave a quick glance to mike, with that same darn smile which made mikes stomach do cartwheels. he smiled awkwardly back, hoping to show that he reciprocated possible feelings you had for him. dustin’s eyebrows rose but before he could start shouting at mike at all the possible reasons why he couldn’t like you, mike beat him to it.

“your cousins hot!”

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🏹🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — 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.

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🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — secret metalhead?

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: mikes shocked to see a hawkin’s cheerleading uniform at his favorite record store on a saturday afternoon, even more surprising, you make a very interesting request

warnings: nothing

age of pairing: 14-15

it was a pretty rough day, nothing new but additional homework and extra ugly remarks from the guys in the hallways. mike had gotten used to it since he’s been bullied practically his whole life. the only thing he looked forward to was the weekend, especially saturday afternoons. he would get on his bike and ride down to the town.

his mom would always say it’s dangerous since there’s cars everywhere on a saturday night but mike knew how to stay safe. instead of taking the main street where everyone else in cars drive down, mike always chose the route that took an extra twenty minutes but it was better.

in the afternoon, even after a scorching hot day, it was refreshing. there was only some wind in the summer or spring but in the fall which it currently was, cold breezes would be frequent. he would pass by the woods, the same woods that will disappeared in, making him feel a chill down his back. but it was the only way to get to the place he needed, without getting hit by a car.

after the long bike ride he would take his last left turn back into town and head for one store. he parked his bike outside and pushed open the same door he had pushed for the last three months. it was rodney’s record shop, his safe place.

the familiar scent of fresh-cut paper and old candles was like a welcome home hug. he greeted the owner at the door as always and made his way to his favorite section of the store. it was the back corner to the left, right next to the manager door. he would spend all of his afternoon there until he knew it was time for dinner.

he would sit there on one of the wooden stools for hours, just listening to the songs on different walkmans and talking to the people to worked there for recommendations. mike never told anyone about this area because he liked to keep it to himself (#gatekeeper..), dustin not lucas knew of here especially since he only found out about it a few months ago.

the best thing about this place was that he didn’t ever once run into someone from school or anyone he knew in general. no awkward glances or forced greetings if he accidentally met someone like he did at the grocery store or the mall. when he was here, he was alone.

or at least he though he was.

today was like all of the other saturday afternoons. during his bike ride, he looked around observing the average people of hawkins like he did weekly. he would make small stories about people, just random people. like what their names were and where they were going, if they were married, had kids?

it was just a little game that kept him occupied for the long ride which luckily came to an end. mike parked his bike outside in front of the shop, walked in and heard the small bells ring that were attached to the door. “hi,” he said to the guy at the counter who waved but kept his eyes on a comic book.

mike whistled one of his favorite songs, seeming the store was empty as it usually was. he walked past the soft blues, pop, hiphop, smooth jazz, rap, and other music to get to his section. but then something was off.

he heard a faint tune coming from his corner. a familiar song that mike had overplayed for hours at the store one time because his mom didn’t let him buy it. was it one of the workers who put it on? but dave at the counter was the only one working?

what scared him the most was when he approached the noise to see a green hawkins cheerleader uniform. what the fuck was a cheerleader doing in his corner?

you looked around and had a few tapes in your hands. you couldn’t hear any background noise since you had the try-on headphones on, blasting black sabbath and led zeppelin. there was a tap on your shoulder which scared the daylights out of you, “oh—what the fuck!”

“sorry sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you!” mike apologized. you took off the headphones and placed them back onto the station. “it’s fine,” you said blandly, you weren’t rude but you didn’t really who this guy was scaring you in a music store. you looked at his shirt which read hellfire club.

it was that club jason and his friends always made fun of at lunch. you saw that lunch table, they all wore that same t-shirt almost everyday which made you question their hygiene but other than that you thought they were pretty cool.

they would blast music some days which fit your music taste but then it’d get ruined by one of the basketball losers yelling, “shut that off freak!” or “my ears are bleeding!” being dramatic and all which was clearly more annoying than the music.

you walked past the guy to make your way to the cashier. “black sabbath?” the guy called from behind making you turn, “what?” “black sabbath, the tapes in your hands, they’re one of my favorite bands,” he elaborated but you really did not have the time to listen to him. if you missed your curfew and came home after sunset you’d be toast.

instead of shutting up though, he continued talking and even followed you to the cashier, “i can see you’re missing the new seventh star cassette.” you decided to respond, “yeah no shit, it’s not released in stores yet and i doubt it’ll be in our small town hawkins of all the places.” you rolled your eyes with little to no hope that he’d respond now but to your surprise he did.

“well…that’s what you think,” mike replied with a little teasing in his voice. you stopped in your tracks, but didn’t turn around yet, “meaning?” “meaning that it just happens that this very rodney’s in ‘small town hawkins’ hides the newly released tapes in the back behind the special access door that can only be open with a neon pink key with black sharpie ‘special access’ scribbled on it.” he answered with such pride.

you scoffed going along with his little game, “oh really? so then where is this so-called speci—” but before you could ask your rhetorical question, he pulled out a bright pink key from his back pocket with the words ‘special access.’ to be honest you were quite shocked and impressed but still didn’t know i he was telling the truth.

“ok but how do i not know if you’re some creepy pervert trying to lure me into a dark closet?” you questioned with arms crossed and raised eyebrows. he looked taken aback and a little offended but then he did process the part that you didn’t really even know him so fair enough. “ok fine, you can go by yourself and i’ll wait out here until i hear you saying ‘wow’ so i can say i told you so.” you answered with a stupid smile. how was he so confident? he didn’t even know you and he was making jokes and acting if you guys were friends.

you exchanged your tapes and put them in his hands, “don’t lose them.” grabbing the pink key and making your way to the back to the black door with the words, ‘employees’ only, special access needed.’ printed on a sign. you looked back at mike who had his eyebrows raised giving you a ‘hurry and see’ look making you unlock the door and enter the dark room.

you reached for any light source until your hands touched a light switch, making the bright fluorescent lights turn on. shielding your eyes from the ceiling, you looked around to see boxes and boxes with name tags. ‘led zeppelin’ ‘AC/DC’ ‘metallica’ ‘madonna’ ‘bowie’ all the albums that haven’t been released in most stores yet.

your mouth was hanging open as you searched in the crates for the seventh star album, trying not to get side-tracked. it was a feeling far from beyond you’ve ever felt when your eyes fell upon the most prized possession, ‘black sabbath featuring tony iommi—seventh star,’ in dark red font spread across the top and bottom of the cassette.

with gray creatures drawn in the background reminding you somewhat of the shirt the guy was wearing earlier. what was the name again, hellfire? “told you so,” a voice creeped up from behind you, making you jump yet again.

“you’ve got to stop doing that, weirdo,” you remarked, taking one of the tapes in your hands and facing the door where mike was leaning against. “what—? i don’t get a thank you?” he sarcastically replied with a smug smile. “i don’t even know your name!” you said walking closer.

“mike. mike wheeler, pleased to meet you,” he introduced and put out his right hand for a handshake. you shook his hand, “y/n, y/n y/l/n, right back at ya.” he raised one of his eyebrows forcing you to thank him, “ok ok thank you for this, wheeler.” “why you’re sure welcome y/l/n,” he responded and walked towards the cashier with you, turning off the light and locking the door.

he handed you your tapes that he held for you earlier and you paid at the cashier. “you know i’ve seen you around school before,” mike spoke up as you got a small bag to put your cassettes in. “thanks—really you have?” you walked away from the cashier and to the door which make another jingle with the bells hanging above.

“sure, you wear one of those green uniforms everywhere so you’re pretty much a glow stick,” he joked making you punch his arm lightly. “yeah well i’ve seen you wear that shirt at least every single day since school started!” you fired back, pointing at his hellfire club shirt. he laughed and the two of you walked to his bike parked outside the store.

“come on, just admit you’re jealous you don’t have one of these cool shirts in your closet,” mike uttered, looking down at his shirt. you rolled your eyes with folded arms but a smile. a genuine one. “does that mean you’ll get me one, wheeler?” you asked. he looked startled when you smiled at him like that. with your lip gloss shining under the moonlight and you slowly swaying from side to side occasionally because you were freezing.

he stood there for a moment then started blinking to regain consciousness. “hello??? wheeler??? i asked if i could get one of those sweet shirts then,” you repeated. “yeah yeah—of course i’ll get you one by monday!” mike stuttered making you laugh. “great, swing by my locker or meet me at lunch,” you smiled and got onto your bike which was parked next to his, in contrast yours was much more brighter and perkier.

his being a navy-toned bike without a basket and yours being a light blue one with a basket that had a bunch of flowers in them. “i’ll see you later, wheeler,” you smiled and gave him a small nod before biking up the hill to get to your neighborhood. mike returned your nod with a wave, “se-see you,” he mumbled, just barely enough for you to hear.

as soon as you were out of sight, he turned to face his bike with a stopped heartbeat. what the fuck just happened? did you like him or what? and were you kidding about the hellfire shirt? if so how was he going to get another one from eddie and most importantly,

how was he going to approach you at school?

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #stranger things #st 4 vol 2 #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #mike x reader #finn wolfhard #mike stranger things

[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.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st 4 vol 2 #mike x reader #mike stranger things #mike wheeler #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x you

[scwheeler]

🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — what’s your name?

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: your best friend dustin insists that you go to the highschool dance, promising he would bring your forever crush mike wheeler, however plans change and surprises arupt but happy surprises

warnings: none

age of pairing: 15-16

“oh come on y/n, it’ll be fun!” dustin persuaded. you kept walking hugging your textbooks with your backpack killing your posture. “i said it four times and i will say it again, no!” you shouted coming to halt and turned around to face the annoyingly persistent boy you called your best friend.

you closed your eyes for a moment and sighed, trying to resist his puppy dog eyes. “please please please! if you say yes, ill give you any one of my graphic novels!” “dustin, i do not want any of your comic books,” you sighed and he muttered a small, “they’re graphic novels—how about i convince any boy to go as your date! that guy in your algebra class you keep eyeing? done. or that guy that was your science seat partner last year?! what was his name again?? joshua? sam?” dustin continued, practically talking to himself as you continued walking ignoring him.

dustin usually never begged you for anything but so this was a first because him and his ‘hellfire’ friends pranked one of the teachers and were banned from going to the dance this week. none of them wanted to go so it wasn’t a problem but suzie, dustin’s supposedly beautiful girlfriend, was flying in tomorrow which meant he could take her.

luckily the principal said they could go if they were someone’s date since they didn’t want to “get involved with any love or relationships,” referring to someone who went to the school which meant suzie couldn’t be a liable reason. now dustin was here petitioning for you to be his date so he could go and then take suzie secretly as he probably ditches you once he enters the building. as his bestfriend you warned his about the prank and so this was like karma.

dustin then snapped out of it grabbed into you shoulders to turn you around. “ok, name your price. y/n please i’ll do anything! you just need to come with me.” he pleaded, getting onto his knees. you looked around the hallway, people were staring and it was definitely embarrassing.

you groaned and thought about it, what could dustin possibly grant you if you would go with him. then a little lightbulb lit up above your head, “hmmm anything you say?”

he could see your mischievous little grin appear on your face but he chose to ignore it. then it suddenly hit him, “oh no no no. y/n no ANYTHING but that.” his eyes got wide hoping that you were joking. you turned around and shook off his arms from your shoulders, “ok fine then i guess you won’t be able to go to the dance with your little suzie-poo.”

he buried his face in his hands and followed you once again, “fine!” his reluctance was due to the fact you had a massive crush on dustin’s childhood best friend, mike wheeler. dustin had found this out a few years ago and tried almost everything to convince you that you could date anyone except mike. mostly because he couldn’t stand the thought of his two best friends dating, he was completely grossed out at the thought of his bestfriends making out.

the weird thing was you hadn’t seen mike in a long time. but he’s been your crush since you were little and even though there had been other guys, he was the one you’ve always liked. the last time you’ve seen him and talked to him was about three years ago, before you moved away to new york and came back just in time for sophomore year in highschool. he probably had grown a lot and changed but he will always be your favorite boy.

you smiled and turned around, putting out a hand, “shake on it.” he hesitantly shook your hand, desperate to go to the dance. you had asked dustin a million times when you could go out with mike and now he had no choice but to say yes.

“hey but don’t look too pretty, i don’t want mike to actually fall for you or something,” dustin warned. you skipped playfully down the hall in excitement for the dance this weekend, “don’t worry, i’ll dress up the prettiest and put lots of makeup!” you retorted sarcastically. “NOT FUNNY Y/N!” he yelled back before you turned the corner.

you were in your room with max, cleaning out your closets for the best outfits. you and max both stared at the mirror with your perfect fitting dresses, “well i think we’re ready.” she stated grabbing her purse and taking your hand. she pulled you out of the house before your parents could stop the two of you and waste time with pictures.

when the two of you entered, lucas handed max a lovely corsage that matched the one he tucked in his suit upper pocket. “max, you look pretty—pretty awesome. uh do you like to dance?” lucas asked, clearly nervous. “dance? oh i’d love to.” max responded taking his hand and dragging him to the dance floor.

you patiently waited for dustin as he was going to introduce you to mike. you talked to a few friends and danced while waiting until the familiar curly haired boy entered the gym. you immediately knew it was dustin and was going to yell at him for being late. “jesus christ dustin you’re late! and a full hour too!” you shouted.

luckily the loud music and laughter covered it up so no one noticed but he definitely did. “oh um-“ you cut him off, done with all his stupid excuses he was probably thinking of. “you know what i don’t even care for why you’re late but you clearly didn’t live up to your side of the bargain.” you snapped, looking around him to see if he brought mike.

“y/n—” he began again attempting to explain but you interrupted once again. “you know i should’ve known you would’ve forgotten about your dear best friend who helped you even be here! all i asked you was to bring mike with you!” you complained.

just then suzie walked in, approaching dustin with a huge smile. as annoyed and mad you were at dustin, you couldn’t ruin this for this girl who came all the way from fucking utah to be with him for the dance. “whatever, go with your girlfriend and we’ll talk about this later,” you demanded only leaving him to smile and hug you, “thank you thank you thank you!” he ran away without another word, grabbing suzie’s hand and getting to the dance floor.

so you were left alone, sitting on one of the cushioned chairs and held a red cup in your hand. “hey,” a voice made you look up. he looked familiar but at the same time was a complete stranger. “oh sorry, is this seat saved or something?” you laughed uncomfortably and got up from your seat, moving away. “no no! i just—just was wondering if that seat next to you was free?” he asked which made you sit back down.

“oh yeah totally,” you responded and pointed to the seat. there was an awkward silence but you didn’t really mind it. you just looked at your friends dancing on the dance floor which made you slightly jealous but at the same time you were so happy for them. even when you wanted to kill dustin at this point, time from time he looked over to you giving him the death stare which he quickly ran away from with suzie grabbing onto his shoulder.

“are you friends with dustin?” he asked from next to you. “yeah he’s my best friend, i’m just mad at him right now for a stupid reason,” you laughed trying not to think about it. “dustin’s also my best friend,” the guy said which made you a little surprised because dustin only had a few best friends technically only one since he said you could only have one best friend. and obviously it was you. right?

so who was this random guy telling you he was dustin’s best friend? “oh really? what’s his favorite son—” “—never ending story,” he answered proudly and crossed his arms. “but why?” you proceeded, cocking up an eyebrow and following his actions, crossed your arms. “because it’s his and susie’s favorite song, oh and susie’s his girlfriend if you didn’t know,” he smiled. you rolled your eyes at his new-profound arrogance but you tried to hide your smile.

after a little bit of conversation, without even exchanging names, you still danced with him and finally retired outside of the gym and by the brick wall, waiting for your ride. it was already night and the moon was shining onto he glimmering details of your dress. you smiled and stared at the sky, trying not to stare at him.

“you know after like four hours, we still haven’t exchanged names?” you took a sip of the coke in your hand. “yeah that’s pretty weird i guess, but it makes it cooler, keeps me all mysterious and dark,” he joked, looking at you and making weird expressions. you laughed at his joke, turning to see you.

“so why are you so mad at dustin?” he finally asked. “okay okay, the reason i’m mad at dustin is he promised me that this guy would come and you know take me to dance and be my date but he forgot so i just got mad, i know i know it’s stupid.” you explained.

he laughed at your response, “so this is all because of a guy?” he asked with a sarcastic tone. you rolled your eyes, “yea yea but he’s really cute and i’ve just liked him for a long time.” “and his name is…?” he insisted, nudging your shoulder for an answer. “mike—mike wheeler, i don’t know if you know him,” you kept your eyes on the sky and laughed at how ridiculous you probably sound right now.

if you turned to face him, you would’ve seen his shocked expression. he opened his mouth to say something but then you said something. “do you know him?” you asked with eagerness. “oh—um yeah he’s a friend of mine i guess,” he mumbled trying to keep his voice low. “ok then give me advice, do you think he’ll like me? like honestly—nevermind it’s stupid,” you looked him to your right with widened eyes but then quickly turned back to the sky, ignoring his reply.

his eyes laid upon you and stayed there, “i think he will,” he mumbled which missed your ears. your face light up and you relaxed your head on his shoulder, staring at the moon. “isn’t the moon beautiful tonight.” you said continuing to observe the bright light. “absolutely beautiful.” he said never moving his eyes from you though.

[honk—honk!]

the both of you turned to see a car parked in front of the school with bright headlights. it was your mom picking you up, she waved hi and you knew it was your time to go. “oh that’s my ride!” you exclaimed, getting off from your stance leaning against the brick wall and walking towards the car. he waved bye to you, “hey i’m y/n by the way!” you shouted while running to your car now, not wanting to keep your mom waiting.

“i’m mike—mike wheeler!” repeating your words introducing him earlier. you stopped in your tracks after hearing the four words coming out of the guy you just talked and danced with for the last four hours.

“and yes i do think he’ll like you.”

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[scwheeler]

🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — 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… 🧱🧱

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[scwheeler]

🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — never make a move

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: since the third grade mike wheeler has been in love with you, unfortunately he’s too big of a wimp to tell you leaving you oblivious :(

warnings: it’s really short

age of pairing: 15-16

he watched you sit with your group of friends in the cafeteria, having conversations and eating lunches. you laughed at one of your friends jokes, causing laughter to be heard all across the cafeteria. mike didn’t realize how long he had been staring at you until dustin spoke up, “hey dude it’s getting creepy.”

everyone at the hellfire table stopped their conversations and turned to mike. he instantly looked away from you to turn to his friends. he awkwardly laughed, hoping to distract them from the previous topic. “look at mike wheeler having a girlfriend!” one of the boys pointed out. they started laughing their asses off but mike didn’t even react, he looked back at you who was so oblivious at the fact mike had always stared at you during lunch for the last six years.

he knew he didn’t stand a chance because you hung out with the popular kids, the people who would tease and push mike around. but all of your past boyfriends were completely shitheads for letting you go so maybe in some sense he had a chance if he ever spoke to you.

suddenly you stood up, brushing off the cracker crumbs on your skirt and grabbed your tray. you searched the room for a trash can but before you could, you were meant with the dark brown eyes that belonged to mike wheeler.

he felt as if he just got caught with the cookie jar, immediately looking away and hoping you didn’t notice the tint of red appearing on his face. but slowly his eyes trailed back to you, just to see if you saw him. what surprised him was you did but you didn’t have a disgusted look or weirded out face, instead you gave a little smile.

after all the two of you were in the same class and if not friends, at least acquaintances. he gave a small grin back after looking into your eyes. you looked alluring even under the harsh fluorescent lights of the cafeteria and sunlight that was shining through the large windows laid across the right side wall. the smile you gave him made him spin around towards his friends to prevent you from seeing his reaction.

his ears were now tinted red and his cheeks the same shade. he was so in love and even though dustin was making stupid jokes about his crush on you, mike couldn’t even process what was coming out of his mouth because he felt like flying.

he just didn’t know what to do about it since you most likely didn’t return the feelings and was just being a decent human being but he was a hopeless romantic but only for you. sure, he had a few crushes here and there for the last years. however, you’re the only one that he had never lost feelings for. because when you came into the picture, he can’t do anything but smile and admire your beauty.

from afar though.

since he never had the courage to approach you, no matter how much he tried there would be a lump in his throat and an annoying voice in his head discouraging his every action:

‘she’s going to laugh in your face’

‘why would she like you’

‘you’re a fucking loser’

‘don’t get near her, freak’

and so he just stood from a distance, about twelve feet at least, at all times. unless he had to for class or a project, he stood in the shadows because that’s the only place he could be without hearing that stupid voice.

when you would wave or smile to say hi, all he could do was nod with an occasional grin because even though he always planned out what to do if you guys ever had an interaction, in the midst of the moment, his mind went blank.

therefore another year passed with mike wheeler staying in the shadows. you got another lover, broke up, and the cycle continued. he only ever wished to be one of those lovers but he never did.

he could never make a move 🤷‍♂️

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