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#mike wheeler fanfiction
cerysjonesdarling · 1 year
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can you tell me what’s wrong?
Mike Wheeler x fem!reader smut
Warnings: Talks about painful sex, insecurity, reader is sad/frustrated at the start.
MINORS DNI
Smut warnings: Painful sex, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, light somno, creampie, wet and messy, vague nod to virginity kink? Dirty talk, soft dom Mike, light humiliation.
Description: Mike’s girlfriend is struggling with sex being painful and is very insecure about it, spiralling internally because she really struggles to voice her feelings. Mike Wheeler just wants to take care of people.
**MIKE IS 20 HERE**
This is some self-serving bullshit fr
She had been so fucking difficult for him all day. She was clearly in a mood of some sort, and he couldn’t quite tell what it was about, and it was starting to really upset him. She always had roller coaster emotions, but it was evidently clear that she couldn’t seem to stay on ‘happy’ or ‘content’ for very long at all, sticking more around the area of looking grumpy, frustrated, or sometimes devastated.
He tried being nice about it, he put every ounce that he had into being patient and gentle and sweet, but his soft words and rubbing her back were met with a faraway and glassy-eyed look, his girl shrinking in on herself and almost holding back tears. And in the end, he’d never been very patient as a person.
That being said, he was enjoying getting to play this side of the board for once. It was in her nature to be nurturing, to look after him, to make him feel safe and happy and warm. Mike rarely ever got to do the same. Mike got called daddy because she liked to say it, and because it’s nice to hear. But he very rarely got to act in such a way that would be considered just purely being a caretaker for her, and he liked it quite a bit.
Well, he liked it when she wasn’t being a fucking brat about it. The tears and the pouting made his heart ache, but they were always quickly preceded or followed by frowning, snapping, fighting. He liked those things when he knew she wasn’t upset, but this time she clearly was. And for some reason, that didn’t stop his body reacting how it usually did when she made some scathing comment towards him.
It didn’t help that in between outwardly sour moods she was actively teasing him. He was trying to keep himself in line based on how her moods were changing, how fucking sad she seemed to be, but he was so fucking horny. His cock was rock hard and leaking in his jeans and she was sucking on his neck while they tried to watch a movie, and he was only a man.
He angled himself towards her a little more, playing with her hair with the arm he had around her while the other teasing at the flesh of her thigh. It seems to spur her on, which spur him on, until both were moaning into the other's mouth, palming each other through their clothes.
“Want you,” he breathed into her mouth, receiving only a whimpered cry in response as she straddled him. She was rocking against him helplessly, tears in her eyes and her face red. He cupped her face, making her look at him properly. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, baby?”
She shook her head petulantly, diving down to kiss him but he dodged. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong, princess?”
He only ever used princess genuinely, in a situation so genuinely vulnerable that he could only mean it with his whole heart. It was never meant to be cruel, unlike some of the others, just to let her know he adored her more than anything else in the world, usually when she was having a bad day.
“Don’t….don’t wanna.” She whispered. “Hard to talk about.” And she wasn’t lying either. The words felt stuck in her throat, stuck behind all the intrusive thoughts that were causing her tears, stuck behind fear and insecurity. “I just….can I try to talk about it later? It’s just hard to get to, and I….need this right now.”
And really, that was scary enough for her to do as it was. His chest filled with warmth and pride, smiling up at her and nodding as he pulled her back down to him. “Sweet girl, telling me what she needs. I appreciate your honesty, babygirl, I know it’s hard for you.”
He was at a crossroads here, though. Usually, if she’d acted this way, he’d be taking her down. Verbally, physically, he’d be trying to turn the tide of her behaviour through any punishment or humiliation necessary. But he didn’t think punishment would do any good this time, and he could tell she was humiliated enough as it was, so he had to carefully reconsider how he’d go about it before proceeding.
“You needy, baby?” He asked gently, pushing her shirt up her stomach and over her head, exposing her breasts to the bedroom that had seen them so many times before. He grazed his fingertips over them, carefully brushing over her nipples, trying to ease her into some state of complete submission. “You’ve been a bit bratty all day because you’re desperate for me, is that it?”
He was soft, rather than condescending as he spoke. She needed to be kept humiliated enough to stay at his mercy while not so much that she’d talk back. Plus, she liked it when he degraded her lightly, lovingly. She liked being forced to pout and nod and avoid looking him in the eye, humiliated and aroused and humiliated again.
Her underwear was damp already under his fingertips, and he made a sympathetic sound as he rubbed her over them. “So wet for me already, and I’ve barely touched you, love. It’s ok, you can’t help it. Look at you, all pretty and ruining your panties for me. So good for me, baby. Making me so hard.”
She whimpered again, pushing her hips against his hand and his cock. He moved his hand away, pulling her down to kiss her again, slotting their lips together and dipping his tongue into her pliant mouth, relishing how soft and needy and submissive her mouth was to him. He moved her from his lap and onto her back on the couch, situating himself between her legs and continuing his exploration of her mouth while he ground his hips into hers.
“You want my cock, baby?” He asked, grinding hard and slow against her. She didn’t answer, only grinding back. “Honey….” he pushed, dipping to suck at her breasts. “I would like an answer please.”
She continued her refusal, pouting a little when he drew back to look at her. He sighed, kissing her cheek and her temple and her nose, stopping with his nose pressed to hers and his eyes on hers.
“Wanna be really nice to you, princess, and all I’m asking is for you to tell me you want my cock.” He spoke gently, still slightly sad that she had looked so upset all day. “‘m not going to punish you. You were so brave telling me you need this earlier, but now I’m asking you to tell me what you need before I give it to you.”
She bit into her lower lip, looking somewhat frightened at having to say it out loud. She blinked up at him, trying to find the right words.
“Could you help?” She asked timidly, playing with her fingers and looking far too adorable for someone almost naked and spread out beneath him.
“I’m tryna help, honey, just want you to say-“
“No, I mean…. wanna say it, wanna tell you what I need, but need your help. Please. Just this once.”
This was another big thing for her to admit. It seemed intriguing to say the least that she was more willing to ask for help than to just tell him she wanted him inside her, but that was her contrarian nature. He nodded, pressing another kiss to her lips before snaking his hand down between them.
“So wet, baby, gonna make such a mess on the couch. Love it when you’re messy for me, darlin’,” he smiled to himself, rubbing on her drenched panties before pulling them aside lightly to touch her properly. “Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ,” he moaned, pushing his hips against her thigh as his fingers met her core. “So needy for me, so good, so fucking good.”
She was pushing her hips shakily against him, unsatisfied by how he refused to push into her, refusing to touch her to a rhythm. “Please, Mike.”
“Please what, babygirl?” He asked, eyes lust-blown and smouldering as they searched her face. “Are you ready to ask for what you need?”
She blinked a little, shaking her head. “‘m sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry, baby, don’t be sorry…” she whimpered when he removed his hand, sitting up on his knees and pulling her underwear down her thighs. “You’re ok, baby, you’re alright. Promise I’ll take care of you. Gonna get you to say what you need and then ‘m gonna give it to you, ok my good girl?”
Honestly, it was a bit of a blessing to have to tease this out of her. She’d been struggling so much recently with sex, being unable to relax properly and feeling pain when she put anything inside her little hole, so he would relish this chance to get her nice and ready before filling her with his cock. He stroked along her folds, feeling a rush of arousal at how wet she was, before working a finger inside her. She clenched around him, and he heard her gasp lightly.
“Did that hurt?” He whispered, easing himself down beside her. She nodded.
“Yeah…. not a lot, but a little bit. Just at the very start.”
“Ok, baby, I’ll be super careful.” He used his thumb on her clit, working her over gently and paying attention to how she clenched and unclenched on his finger in intervals. He chanced a second finger and was met without resistance or reaction. “Was that ok?”
She nodded, giving a small smile. “Yeah, Mikey, thank you for being gentle with me.”
“That’s alright, princess, anything for you…”
He worked slowly, carefully bringing her to a comfortable place, stretching her out by scissoring with his two fingers before adding a third. She was squirming lightly, wishing for more focused attention, wishing to be allowed to cum. “Please, Mike, want it-“
“What do you want, baby?”
She faltered, looking up at him pleadingly. “More.”
He smiled, adding a fourth finger and pumping into her carefully, allowing her to feel good for a moment. “Gonna give you everything you ask for, beautiful, promise.”
He was putting more care into her than he would if she were a virgin, which she hadn’t even been when they’d met. “Do you ever wish our first times had been together?”
He’d asked quite calmly for someone who had half his hand inside this whimpering mess of a girl who was moaning into his shoulder. “Mhm. Wish you were the first in my body, Mikey.”
He could tell she was close to relenting enough to answer his question as she was calling him Mikey. That was always a funny turn of events.
“I could be, baby. Just gotta tell me what you want. What you need.”
The thought of treating her like a needy little virgin had him throbbing again. He hoped she said it soon so he could play with her how he wanted to.
“Need you, Mikey. Need you inside me….need your cock, daddy.”
He was beyond relieved. He kissed her sweetly, affectionately, before whispering: “Thank you, princess.”
He fucked her as nicely as he could manage, working tirelessly to ensure it didn’t hurt her like it had before. They really did make a mess, his cum leaking out of her and adding to the pool of her arousal on the blanket that covered the couch cushions for this exact reason.
They remained entangled, Mike not even bothering to pull out of her as they settled into a state of dreamy relaxation together. She seemed more present, more stable now, so he chanced asking his initial question once more.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong, honey?” He planted kisses on her face and her jaw and her shoulder, trying to make her feel as safe as possible while she considered what she had to say.
“I’ve been….in my head. About how it hurts to have sex. It’s been making me self-conscious, insecure kind of. Sometimes it spirals and I can’t…I can’t remember that you want me, and I think I’m broken, and that you can’t possibly want me anymore.”
He looked at her, unable to mask his devastation. “No…that’s not…that’s not true, baby, please don’t think that.”
They stayed there, talking about it until they both drifted off to sleep.
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It can’t have been more than half an hour later when Mike blinked back awake, hot and hard from the dream he’d been having about….well, exactly this, actually. She was still asleep, and his cock was buried deep in her cunt, ready to use her again greedily and fill her up again.
He kissed her lightly, over her eyelids, forehead, cheeks, until she was blinking awake and wiggling beneath him. His breath turned ragged, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth dropping open as she clenched around him.
“Hi, baby…” she whispered, voice husky with sleep. She lifted her hand to cup his jaw, bringing him down to kiss her again. “Like waking up like this.”
“Me too,” he rasped, kissing her deeper. He rolled his hips into her, groaning quietly. “‘s it hurt?”
She shook her head, pushing into him sleepily. “Feels good. Gonna fuck me again, daddy? Gonna breed me, breed my needy little cunt?”
Yeah, this is a lot like that dream.
His thrusts picked up speed, and she picked up in volume, spitting all sorts of filthy words at him while he got himself off in her again.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna knock you up this time, baby, gonna leave so much of my seed in you that you’ll have no choice but to have my baby. Fu-uck, mommy, so good around me. Can feel you’re close - you getting off on me breeding you? So filthy, baby, wanting to be a mommy for me just because you like my cock so much.”
He could feel her pulsing around him, a tell-tale sign that she was about to cum around him again, and he’d be a goner when she did. She was moaning, still sleepy but so relaxed and content being at his mercy, feeling her orgasm build and not having to do a thing to push for it. It was going to be intense, and she was powerless to stop it.
“Mikey, ‘m gonna cum, gonna make a mess, can’t help it, ‘m sorry-“
“Don’t be sorry, baby, I’m desperate for it. Wanna see my good girl come apart on my cock for me, oh fuck, just like that - let go, honey, that’s it-“
She arched up into him, moaning sinfully as she spilled onto him, coating his cock and their thighs in her, soaking the blanket beneath them. She was still cumming in waves, gripping onto his arm while he fucked her through it, filling her with his release before she’d had the chance to come down.
“Oh my God,” he panted, feeling the rolling ecstasy slowly abate. “Oh my God.”
He pulled out of her carefully, sitting back on his heels and marvelling at the image before him. “Why is it that the hottest visuals always come after it’s over? I don’t wanna wait a few hours to get off over this.”
She giggled dazedly, shifting slightly before he stopped her with a hand on both her knees, holding her thighs apart. “What is it?”
“Can I take a picture of you?” He asked, brain somewhere else entirely. Her eyes widened, and she nodded slowly.
“Don’t want my face in it, please,” she whispered, leaving her legs open while he got his phone. He snapped the photo before reaching a hand down to help her up.
“Messy girl needs to take a shower.” he teased, tickling her sides as he pushed her towards the door, laughing at the face she made.
“Please don’t, there is so much cum in me.” She grimaced as it leaked out of her.
“Good.”
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queerlermind · 6 months
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mike definitely likes cuddles and hugs , he just wanna act tough infront of the other's to not seem "soft" lol.
headcanon btw hehe
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total-serene560 · 1 month
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Fic Summary: A movie night, a DnD campaign, a Halloween party, an unhappy compromise, a rejection, and a letter. Mike and Will spend senior year trying to navigate the past, the future, and a growing tension between them that threatens to upend their friendship.
(A post-ST2 AU)
Ch.2 Snippet:
Mike breathes out, and Will starts to get up as he says, “Hey, let me drive you.” “No, it’s okay,” Will insists. “It’s raining like crazy out there,” Mike says. “I don’t…” Will trails off, he doesn’t know how to get out of this situation, “It’s fine, Mike.” “Seriously, just- please?” Will stares at the floor, shaking his head, “Don’t you have to go home?” “No,” Mike says, “Dinner’s not 'til seven.” “Oh,” Will says, and then he realizes he’s not gonna be able to avoid being alone with him any longer, so he looks over at Mike, who has his hand gripped tightly around the strap of his ratty old backpack as he stands there with his jaw clenched, looking all for the world like he just offered to defuse a bomb, and he nods, “Okay.” “Okay,” Mike says, like he’s bracing himself, “Okay."
New chapter is out! This time we get Will's POV!
tagging: @foodiewithdahoodie @sparks-olivarpente @maru-chu @greenfiend @booksandpaperss @magentamee @doriandrifting @itsacleanmachine (if you wanna be added or removed from the tag list lmk!)
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qtssvnwoo · 2 years
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Embrace- Mike Wheeler
warnings- Like one suggestive comment by Mike, rushed because I’m tired, otherwise fluff
word count: 787
a/n: The ending is rushed cause I started writing this days ago and now I’m tired and wanted to finish it for you guys.So, if there’s spelling mistakes just deal with me. Also, y/n/n means your nickname if you didn’t know 
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   The pitter-patter of the rain kept you awake. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about…nothing. Nothing plagued your mind as you lay awake in the silence of the night. You didn’t know why, but the silence didn't comfort you as much as it had in the past.  
   You sighed as you turned over on your side, scanning your room for something to do. Your eyes landed on a picture of you and your boyfriend, happily holding hands and smiling while he kissed your cheek. Smiling to yourself, you turned back over onto your back. You thought for a few minutes before finally deciding to try and call your boyfriend, even if he was sleeping.    
   Reaching over to the phone that rested on your nightstand, you pressed the numbers that were attached to your boyfriend's phone. You waited while hearing the ringing, concluding that he probably wasn't going to answer. You defiantly almost put the phone back onto the nightstand before you heard a soft “Hello?” on the other side.   
   “Mike!” You said excitedly as you placed the phone back against your ear.  
   “Y/n? Why are you up so late?” Mike asked. There wasn’t one hint of weariness in his voice, he sounded fully awake, which puzzled you.   
  “Why are YOU awake Mike? Don’t you go to bed at nine?” You teased, hearing him chuckle from across the phone. 
   “Not tonight, I took a nap when I got home early so I’m wide awake.” You fiddled with the string of the sweatshirt you were wearing as you wracked your brain for something to say, or at least to talk about.    
  “Did you have a nightmare again love?” Mike asked, concern lacing his voice. You laughed to yourself at your boyfriend's concern for you, you found it quite cute.  
   “No, I just can’t sleep.” You heard your boyfriend shuffling on the other end of the phone.  
  “Hold on, I'm coming over.”  
   “Wait Mike do-” Before you could protest he hung up. Sighing you placed the phone back on the nightstand and continued your previous activities of listening to the rain dancing softly on your roof.   
   Before you knew it, you heard a soft tapping on your window, thinking it was just a tree branch, but you ignored it. The tapping becomes harder, making you angrily glare at the window. You saw your boyfriend's wet frame smiling softly outside your window while waving at you.  You got yourself out of bed and made your way over to your window unlocking it and lifting it to get a good look at your boyfriend.   
   “I was going to tell you not to come.” Mike laughed and climbed into your room, shaking his head as a way to dry his hair.  
   “Mike!”   
  “What? I’m wet!” You laughed, kissing his cheek and leading him over to your dresser.  
  “I should have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere around here…OH here!” You handed him a pair of gray sweatpants that you had convicted from his closet the last time you had been at his house. He looked at you while smirking.  
  “Did you steal my sweatpants?” Smacking his arm, you threw the sweatpants at him and pointed at your door.   
 “You know where the bathroom is.”     
  “I could just change in here though? The bathroom’s so far away.” He playfully winked at you, taking a step towards you so you were face to face. His lanky frame towered over you, you knew what he was doing but you just sighed and turned your back towards him, making your way over to the bed in the center of your room.  
  After a couple of seconds, you felt the bed weight dip as you looked over to the side and saw your boyfriend smiling at you. He reached out an arm, as a way to prompt you into his arms, which you gladly excepted, shifting yourself over so you were comfortably inside his embrace.   
  “You tired yet love?”  
  “I would be if you didn’t talk so much.” You joked, causing your boyfriend to act as if you had just shot him, pulling a hand to his heart,  
“Oh, my heart, you’ve wounded me.” You rolled your eyes and cuddled closer to Mike, basking in his natural body heat. 
  Mike smiled to himself while he rubbed your head, pulling you into a hug. He rested his head on top of yours and listened to the acceptance of the rain outside. Mike kissed your forehead as he felt himself grow tired, now resting his check on top of your head.   
 “Goodnight Mikey.”   
  “Goodnight Y/n/n.” And within a couple of minutes, you felt yourself drift off into sleep inside the warm and comfortable embrace of your boyfriend. 
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cannibalizedyke · 2 years
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Dragon Plushie
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Mike Wheeler x GN!Reader
Word Count: 307
Warnings: None :)
Summary: You catch Mike looking at a dragon plushie at the mall.
Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1
“Come on, (Y/N), we’ve been shopping for hours!”
You were pulling your whiny, grumpy boyfriend along by his hand, running through the mall and stopping at every pink or stuffed-animal-filled store you laid eyes on.
“Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Mikey, you love shopping with me!” You laughed and dragged him into yet another toy store.
Mike grumbled to himself but didn’t resist, letting you pull him over to a rack full of fluffy pink bunnies.
“Oh, these are just adorable, aren’t they, Mikey?” You took one off the shelf and hugged it close to your chest.
Mike was distracted.
“Mikey?” You nudged him with your nose.
“Huh?” He startled, looking back at you with wide eyes.
“What were you looking at?” You tilted your head, looking at him with innocent curiosity.
“Oh, uh, nothing,” he said, rather unconvincingly.
Your eyebrows furrowed, disbelieving him. Your gaze trailed over to where he was just staring to see a glittery green dragon plush. “Oh my gosh!!” You giggled, jumping up and down. “You want that dragon plushie!”
“What?!” Mike shook his head adamantly. “N-no I don’t! Stuffed—stuffed animals are for kids!”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Don’t be silly, Mikey, I’m gonna buy it for you!”
“No, no, (Y/N), no—“
You dragged him over to the rack and grabbed one of the plushies. You skipped over to the register and placed the dragon plush and the bunny plush in front of the cashier.
“Hi! I’d like to buy these, please,” you said with a huge smile.
The cashier told you the price and put them in a bag, and you ran happily out of the store.
“Here you go, Mikey!” You plopped the dragon into his hands.
He sighed. “I—Thank you.”
You beamed. “You love him, don’t you?”
He allowed himself a smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”
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conanssummerchild · 4 months
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something i wrote a while ago 😭
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[ID: a piece of paper that says "And Mike Wheeler, nobody would've ever predicted that he was a queer because he was so damn good at pretending he liked girls. No one would've ever thought he was going through anything at all because he was such a damn good liar when it came to things like this. And no one would've thought he wasn't exactly like everyone else because he'd spent his whole life trying to pretend he was—a little bit of a weird kid, sure, but perfectly normal—but the thing about pretending is that it can't go on forever. Mike's life had just been one big play and he was desperate for it to end already, for the curtains to fall so that he could close his eyes to the sound of nobody applauding at all because nobody had enjoyed it, him least of all." end ID]
< is that how u do an image description?
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semi-lover · 2 years
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envy/ mike wheeler x reader
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sum.- mike starts getting jealous after you got a boyfriend after mike had rejected you.
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a/n- i wrote this because i was bored and had no requests. a bunch of angst so beware, jealousy, fluff, mike being a dick. enjoy<3 xoxo
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you and mike were pretty close, at least you thought so. whenever there were arguments, you were on mike’s side. whenever he needed someone to talk to, you were there.
that was until you spilled your feelings during an argument between the two of you. you had confessed your love to him. to your best friend michael wheeler. he was shocked, seconds of silence felt like hours. you had ran out of his basement, tears welling in your eyes. he had never seen you as someone he would date, so why’d you have to ruin the friendship? he only saw you as someone to be around, to hang out with. he never found you pretty or anything like that. you weren’t the coolest person in his eyes, sure you were nice but you just weren’t his type. so why would you think he would date YOU of all people.
mike and you had started talking a few weeks after your confession. sure things were awkward at first but you had accepted that mike didn’t like you. it had stung and it still did but you had to move on.
some boy had started liking you and you started liking him too. it was all lovey dovey between you too, mike HATED it. the guy couldn’t keep his hands off you for two seconds. anytime mike had talked to you, your new boyfriend cut in. “god could this guy get anymore annoying?” mike mumbled to himself. just because that guy was your boyfriend didn’t mean he had a right to be so intrusive! especially in your friendship with mike. your boyfriend was so controlling over what you did, never letting you do what you wanted to, getting mad over the tiniest things almost all the time.
the party had been in mike’s basement without you. “this sucks” mike sighed dramatically. “god mike what are you on about now” max rolled her eyes. “it’s been soooo boring. y/n doesn’t even hang out with us anymore” mike scoffed. “why don’t you just admit you’re jealous mike?” will asked softly. “what? i’m not jealous! why would i be jealous! like what is there to be jealous of! like no way i don’t even like y/n like that-” mike yelled, soon to be cut off by lucas “oh y/n! i wanna marry you and have babies with you!” lucas dramatically said, mocking mike. “i literally never said that! that’s like the last person i’d want to marry! but why does she have to date that douchebag!” mike groans. “he’s anything but a douchebag mike. he just likes y/n a lot” max says, el nodding. mike groans, rolling his eyes.
the phone rings and mike races to it. “y/n?!” he asks as he picks up. “no not interested.” mike sighs as he hangs up, walking back to his original spot. “maybe if you accepted y/n’s confession we wouldn’t be in this situation would we?” dustin said already annoyed by mike. “for the last time! i don’t like y/n! she’s like the last person i would ever consider dating”. “yeah yeah mike, we all believe you” lucas says, obviously annoyed of his best friend.
at school he was waiting for you, waiting for you to come into class, looking at the door every minute. you had came in, but with the douche. mike scoffed, he looked at you, and your boyfriend caught his stare. he had walked over to mike, “don’t look at my girlfriend punk”. the AUDACITY this guy had, he had no right to be telling mike what to do! “or what?” mike says harshly, your boyfriend grabs him by his collar. you see this and pull him off of mike. “what the hell is your problem?!” you yell at your boyfriend “are you okay mike?” just as mike was about to say yes, he thought of a better idea. “no i’m not, it really hurts” mike says making sure to wince. “here follow me mike” you grab his hand, mike smirks at your boyfriend, grabbing your waist. “sorry it helps make me sturdy y/n” mike says, lying through his teeth as he grins behind you. “no problem mike” you hold his hand tightly, leading him to the janitor’s closet.
you set him down on the countertop, looking at his neck, examining for any bruises, you touch a spot lightly. mike fake winces, wrapping his legs arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he looks down at you, your lips almost touching. you blush, looking into his eyes. his hearts pounds in his chest, knowing what he should do. he leans in, kissing your lips softly. “i’ve been waiting for that” he says, looking at you. he speaks again “you’re so beautiful, why did i say no?”. “what do you mean mike?” you ask. “y/n, i hate seeing you move on. falling out of love for me, i know i said no, but a little part of me wanted you to stay. i hated seeing you with him, i want to be the only guy to kiss you, to stare at you for hours on end y/n. i like you, more than like, y/n i LOVE you.” he says, looking into your eyes. “mike i never fell out of love for you, i had always loved you, even after what happened”. you both smile at each other, you softly speak up “does this mean we’re together?”. mike answers quickly, “not until you break up with that douche.” he grins, pecking your lips.
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kuumara · 11 months
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Without you it's hard to breathe (literally)
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Mike didn't want it to be like this. How did this even happen. Fuck Nancy for saying this would be a good idea. And fuck everyone who agreed to it.
Now Will is drowning. Mike is pulling him out the water but what if it's already too late? What if he took too long to pull out his knife and cut the vine holding Will by the throat? What if he jumped in the water too late?
They weren't even intending to go to Lovers' Lake, the vine dragged Will into it. They weren't even close to it. And now Will could die.
Mike lays him on his back, unresponsive. Robin is standing there, mouth wide open.
"Keep watch!" Mike yells, out of breath. He feels insane. His brain and heart are thumping and it's making his head hurt.
Robin holds up the gun Nancy gave her and prepares the Molotov cocktail, in case anything surprises them. Again.
Mike isn't sure what to do. He wasn't there when they had a 'Healthcare day' at high school. That was a year ago, now. Damn it, if he would've listened, he could've been helping Will right now.
"Listen to his breathing," Robin said, still in shock.
Mike brought his ear to Will's lips, and heard breathing- shallow, barely there, detectable only by him feeling Will exhale.
"He's- barely," said Mike. Robin closed and shut her eyes roughly a few times, trying to recall her first-aid courses.
"Does he have anything in his mouth," she said in the end. Mike shook his head.
"I- I don't know! Do CPR!"
"But he is breathing!"
"Not for long," Robin said in distress. Mike wanted to kill her right then and there.
He huffed air into Will's mouth a few times, his logic telling him he has to be his lungs.
After he connected his lips to Will's, after ignoring the bombs in his stomach, after successfully making Will breathe faintly with him, after feeling his breathing become more and more stable, he heard a muffled shot.
Mike almost shat his pants; one second all he knows is Will, his lips, making him breathe successfully, saving him, it's really heart breaking to see the moment get broken by a stupid demogorgon. A dead one.
"Is he better?" She yells at Mike.
Mike looks to Will, his eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. He groans.
"We have to go, quickly. There might be more shit coming, even though I've got a silencer."
Mike nods, wide eyes still fixed on Will. He puts Will's head on his knees, lifting it up. He hovers his hand over his mouth, feeling deep breaths, Will's falling and rising chest showing that he's better as well.
"C'mon," he whispers to him as Robin helps him lift Will up, Mike's arm wrapped tightly around his middle.
"Quickly, let's go to Hop's cabin." Robin says and leads the way, gun pointed for monsters ahead and occasionally behind them.
As they walk, Will needs less and less Mike's help. He hasn't spoken a word since he woke up, probably shocked. Mike wants to ask him what's wrong and make him feel better, but there might be monsters hiding in the trees, waiting for them to make just a little bit too-loud of a noise.
So he sticks to holding him close, squeezing Will's hand draped over his shoulder. Even though they both know Will doesn't need help walking anymore.
Mike should be paying attention to any suspicious noises, but all his brain is filled with is the replaying of the moment Mike's lips encased Will's.
He knows it's not that big of a deal. He was drowning for fuck's sake. But his brain couldn't care less about what he thinks. So he's stuck replaying his 'CPR' and burning up, feeling as red as a tomato.
Will thankfully doesn't notice it, and they make it to the cabin safely.
Mike sits Will on the couch, knowing very well he can do that himself now. He does it anyway, sitting beside Will instantly. Probably getting a bit too close.
Will doesn't care, but doesn't make eye contact either.
"Hello? Hello? Over." Robin interrupts them. Again. Or rather, interrupts Mike again.
She's trying to contact help, or to ask someone on what to do after a drowning. Or is it just okay now? Just like that?
Will looks at Robin. Not Mike. And Mike doesn't really- like that, so he puts a hand on Will's back and drags it to his shoulder. Getting his attention. Finally.
Will looks at him with tired eyes, and Mike doesn't like his attention anymore. He turns red as a demon, but Will just softly smiles.
"Thanks... Thank you," he whispers.
"Of course." Mike blurts dumbly. Will huffs a laugh.
"Are you- feeling alright?"
Will nods. "Thanks to you, yeah," and smiles again. Mike damn near explodes.
And, just like that, he's staring at Will's lips, ridiculously up close. He feels his breathing, just like by Lovers' Lake. His mind goes blank when Will puts a hand on his knee, and goes in for it.
"They're coming, I told them the monsters probably heard the shot and will-"
Robin came from the bathroom. Now she stopped, looking at the guys in front of her, both red as strawberries, ruffled hair and Mike's jacket God knows where.
They've both very nearly bolted to separate sides of the room, but only making it to sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Keeping as much distance as possible, their eyes darting nervously. Red as strawberries.
She tries to cover up the mischievous smile creeping up on her face, failing, and Mike scowling at her before quickly moving his eyes away.
And after two years of watching them dance around each other- all she can think is good for them.
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@howtobecomeadragon 's idea from tags and @dunkeyfromshrek brought it to me attention aye (and motivated this thang)
i actually dk how to perform cpr so if ur a first aid NERD that wanna complain lmk and ill fix it
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elposting · 8 months
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if I wrote a byler fic/ one shot based on “bad idea, right?” would any of you read it
edit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49556137 y'all it's done!!
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sluttyskullowner · 1 year
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" 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒.. " yandere! mike wheeler x afab! listener
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genre: angst? i'm not exactly sure. yandere i suppose. tw: yandere tendencies, manipulation, both gaslighting and gatekeeping, kidnapping, murder, bit of gore, obsession, etc.. word count + characters count: 969 words, 5,106 characters
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mike let out an almost breathless sigh, the sight of blood on the floor against caused almost a spike of cold blood rushing through his body, he wouldn't exactly say it felt good to kill, more like a relief, an way to get rid of a problem, a solution. mike washed the blood from his hands in a nearby bathroom sink, he had killed lucas. you see, lucas had been getting very close to (y/n), and our mike couldn't let lucas steal his precious flame away from him, therefore this felt rashionale. the blood stained the water in the sink, his eyes couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight, the blood slowly retreating from his fingertips and instead stain the cold liquid. his mind began to wander more and more by the minute before he realized something, he thought out loud; "I can't hurt someone again.. I need to take her so I don't harm a soul.." His voice was a whisper, maybe even a tremble but there was no sorrow or guilt, just excitement, gross twisted excitement to have his darling (y/n) back in his grip once more. now, let me explain (y/n) and mike's relationship, mike was almost a stranger to (y/n), of course she knew who the hell he was, mike wheeler, ex-boyfriend of el and the reason for her and jane to become friends, jane was crying in the girl's bathroom one day, (y/n) had comforted jane as jane sobbed about a breakup that she had with mike, (y/n) even still remembers which day it was, May 27th. jane was sent home due to high stress levels and almost passing out from a panic attack so rumors spread like wildfire, though (y/n) came to the rescue and explained the situation, not blaming mike wheeler either for anything that happened, which is how the two met-- for mike it was an almost fall in love at first sight situation. back to mike, he was now walking over to the (l/n) residence, before he steadily climbed up (y/n)'s house's pipe drain and he peeked into (y/n)'s bedroom, seeing the beauty asleep he opened the bedroom window with ease and carefully stepped inside, his right leg first inside before his left leg. he looked at (y/n), smiling before creeping towards her. (y/n)'s eyes fluttered open before a gasp erupted from her mouth, before (y/n) could scream though-- mike placed a hand over (y/n)'s mouth and a knife to her throat. "shh,, shh.. flame.. if you want to live, you're going to have to listen to my every word, alright?" mike said soothingly, (y/n) could only nod, fear in her eyes as all she wanted to do was scream but she wished to not have her own blood be spilled.
mike made his way to a rusty old shed in the deep forest, maybe about 65 miles away from town before mike opened said shed door and threw (y/n) inside, closing and managing to lock the old chain behind him, this looked like the type of place that young teens would get murdered in a cheesy horror movie. (y/n)'s back eventually pressed against a wall, trying to crawl away backwards from mike with each step he took closer to her, her afraid showing nothing but fear as tears threatened to fall from her (e/c) eyes. "why are you doing this to me!?" (y/n) eventually screamed, mike kneeling down in front of her with a sly grin. "because.. unless i have you all to myself, people are going to get hurt.. you don't want people getting hurt, do you (y/n)?" mike questioned, raising an eyebrow at the anxious girl before him. "of course not!" (y/n) yelled, tears tainting her soft skin before mike gently wiped them away with his thumb. "then you are staying here with me.. don't worry.. you'll grow to love me over time, just like how I love you.." mike said soothingly. "this isn't love!" (y/n) yelled, earning an almost death glare from mike. "yes, it is-- i'm protecting you, (y/n). if you leave, you're putting yourself and others in danger.. this is the only way i can keep you safe." he said, brushing a strain of hair behind (y/n)'s ear with a smile. "i have a crimson ache, (y/n)-- if i see red on your cheeks around other people, the only other red those people will have is their blood all over me and on the ground and they beg and whimper for help, to be saved. except i'm already saving them." mike said with a sigh. "i'm saving them from you. you're like a siren y'know, your beauty taints with the mind of the naive and you lure people into your grasp.. so i have to save them.. and you.." mike tries to explain before planting a kiss onto (y/n)'s lips, her lips were cold due to the tears that erupted from her eyes like rain from a cloud. mike slowly pulls away before reaching next to (y/n), grabbing a chain before placing two onto (y/n)'s hands and feet with a smile. "do you understand? i'm doing this because i love you.. say you love me back please, my flame.." mike said softly, placing his warm gentle almost boney hand onto (y/n)'s right cheek, (y/n)'s lips were agape for a moment before she muttered a weak; "i love you, mike..". this made mike smile before humming with a blush on his cheeks. "i have to go.. but i'll be back within an hour.. don't go anywhere~" he said with a chuckle before opening the shed door, locking it behind him with a smirk.
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souppiemousse · 1 year
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Royal Byler Au
Part 2 Part 3
Imagine we're set in a fantasy world. Will's the second prince with Johnathan being the crown prince. And Lonnie, who is the king of the land is in charged of well whatever this kingdom is called alright?
Lonnie is a piece of shit, to no one's surprise, he's a piece of shit dad/husband and an okay, borderlining on tyranic king, but no one has the balls to like stand up to him.
He treats Johnathan really harshly cause he's the crown prince and has more pressure than Will since, he's the heir to the thrown.
In this kingdom, since Lonnie's in charge, every boy from the age of 9 have to be sent to be trained as knights in the kingdom grounds. They are eccentually training them to be child soldiers. And Mike is one of these boys. He comes from a pretty okay family? Karen'a a normal stay at home wife and Ted works as an accountant for the kingdom's money or smth like that, so he's pretty well off, but doesm't have much in power. Nancy's studying to become a powerful member in the council, despite her father's wishes.
And one day while Will was running away from his lessons, because, his dad's too mean to him. He yells at him when he doesn't do well in sword fighting, calling him weak and such, it's not as bad as johnathan but he still gets yelled at. Joyce tries her best to sheild the boys from Lonnie, but she can only do so much, since HE'S the king here.
Anyways while Will is hiding from his maids, he stumbles upon the training ground of the knights.
Hiding behind a tree and crying, Will mumbles to himself "stupid, stupid can't get anything right." While wiping his tears away with his wrist.
Mike finds Will crying under his favorite spot to chill. And at first he's panicked, cause he just found one of the prince just sitting under a tree?? Is he supposed to be here?? So he starts trying to comfort Will, whispering things like "hey hey it's okay,, why are you crying?" Mike akss earnessly, plopping down to sit next to Will with worried eyes.
Will, hesitantly replies with " Idk just sword lessons suck and i can never get them right, and my dad's always so mad that i can never get them right! But he's never acknowlegded me when i get my magic right." Will huffs out in frustration.
And Mike being the kind kid that he is, comforts Will and is like " heyy it's okay, it's great that you can do magic!! That's so cool!! Definately really cool, your dad's a meanie, but don't tell anyone i said that okay? I'll get my head chopped off hehe" Mike chuckles at the end nervously, causing Will to giggle.
"Thanks, no one's ever complimented me on that besides Mom and Johnathan,,, i really appreciate it." Will replies back..
"It's alright!,,pluss,, if you want i can give you some tips for sword fighting!! Teacher says i'm really good at it and i can teach you some tips!!" Mike yells excitedly, grinning widely at Will.
"Sure! I'd love that! Then maybe i can finally impress my dad!" Will agrees with enthusiasm.
Will's pretty intrigued by Mike, cause he never had a friend before, plus Mike seems like a pretty nice kid, and he likes spending time with him. Eventho Mike knows that he's a prince he doesn't treat him any different, unlike all the other nobel kids who are pretty mean and don't even look like they wanna hang out with Will.
They start hanging out more on break when Mike's free from training and all that stuff, Mike gives Will some tips on how to handle his sword better and Will tells him all kinds of stuff on magic and such, they get ptetty attached, but Will has to kinda sneak out to hang out with Mike since, if he dad sees him hanging out with a villager boy? He would not be happy, at least that's what mom told him. He doesn't really get it, Mike's an amazing friend, he's kind, attentive to Will and comforts Will everytime he needs a shoulder to cry on, he's funny and super passionate about becoming a knight to protect his family, but since Mom said so, Will's gonna do what mom says.
Fast forward, since i wanna dump the plot down before i go into details about the it more. They're like 17 now and Mike gets promoted to Will's personal body guard since he's a prodigy knight who's been excelling at his training and has become a really strong fighter.
Mike surprises Will that he's gonna be his personal bodyguard and Will is over the moon, he can spend much more time with Mike now, and doesn't have to sneak around anymore. Mike's worked really hard for this, Will's watched him train for hours on end and studied relaly hard to be able to pass early, and Will admires how strong willed Mike is, how much he inspires Will to work on his own studies too which also made Will into a really strong mage and a good fighter with swords with Mike's help.
They start to slowly fall in love. It's taboo they both know it, and they would NEVER tell each other their feelings since it would cause them a lot of trouble. So for the sake of the other they would rather keep their feelings a secret, them spending time with each other is enough. They couldn't ask for more, this is enough for them, to spend time with each other, to laugh and joke around with each other.
A ball rolls around and Will has to find like a potential suiter or something, he's 17 now so he needs to do it like johnathan.
"I don't get it! Why do i even have to get married this early, i"m only 17 for god's sake!". Will paces around in his room. Cursing his dad, after all the abuse he's endured all these years, he still wants to make Will's life miserable by setting him up with some RANDOM women who he's never met before??
"That sucks Will, but you gotta do what you gotta do i guess, you know princly duties and all that hhe" Mike says lightheartedly standing next to the door.
"You're not helping Mike" Will says deadpan with a disppointed face, to which Mike shrugs at.
"Hey,, don't look so sad, how about we just forget about all that partner stuff for now, it's all gonna make your brains turn to mush, My prince" Mike says teasingly at the end.
"Ahah very funny,," Will rolls his eyes affectionatly.
"I guess, i can kinda enjoy it, we can just ditch it and go to the garden together."
"Will you can't do that! What will you dear father think of that?? He'll surely lose all his remaining marbles" Mike says dramatically, pretending to fall over, causing Will to laugh.
"As if he has any marbles to begin with" Will muttsrs quitely. Mike gasps dramtically.
"MY PRINCE YOU SHANT SAY THAT ABOUT YOUR FATHER!!" Mike yells dramatically, face filled with horror.
"He'll surely fall over to his death, ohh my poor king." Mike says, taking his hand to wipe the nonexistent tear by his eyes. Will gigglies uncontrollably at Mike's antics, he loves how he's alaways here to make him feel better, no matter what.
Through out the years, Mike has realizsed how badly Lonnie treated his wife and his kids and he tries to shit on him as many times as he can, at any chance he gets, cause he's the one to make Will run to him crying his eyes out about how Lonnie hit him, or won't stop yelling at Mom. So to say Mike hated the king was a bit of an understatement.
"Just try to enjoy the ball though, i'll be there with you all the way." Mike says softly, holding Will's gently, causing him to blush slightly.
The ball comes around and they're doing well and all that, Mike and Will are having fun talking together, until Troy, who is a son of a nobelman comes around and starts like trying to make fun of Mike in like the sense of telling Will, why he's hanging out with a peasant like him when he should be hanging out with the nobelman, a prince shouldn't be dirting his reputation with those type of lowlives.
And Will is pretty pissed about it, cause how DARE anyone insult Mike and think they can get away with it.
"You should really be careful with what you say sir Troy." Will says coldly, giving him a death glare to which Troy is oblivious to.
"I am, prince William, i'm just trying to look out for you since you can'r be hanging out with him of all people, he's the lowest of the low, like a knight, seriously? They're just expendable things to be tossed into war. Troy says shrugging.
Will being completely enraged, is about to repsonse but is stopped by Mike, holding his arm, his face says that it's not worth it. So he calms down, but doesn't stoo glarring at Troy.
"Really? Prince William, listening to a knight of all things, wow i can't belive you've fallen to this low of a level. I'm sure your father will be very disappointed, even if he isn't already."
This caused Mike to step up, because yeah Troy can insult him all he wants, he's used to it. Used to People looking down on him, used to them looking at him like he's nothing better than trash, but no one. No one can just insult Will like that, especially in front of Mike.
"The only disppointment here is you, Sir Troy. Since you clearly have nothing better to do than to antaganize other people for you own amusemnt. And to insult the prince of all people? I'm sure your father would be **very happy** to hear that you." Mike says the last bit with a smirk.
"Is that a threat??" Troy sputters out, face twisted into an enraged expression.
"I never said anything threatening though, i was just doing my duty as the prince's personal bodyguard, by,,,protecting him from insignificant lowlives who don't know how to keep their mouth shut." Mike quietly utters the last part with venom. Eyes starring coldly at Troy.
Will have never seen Mike this angry before. Sure he's has a few outburst, this one was pure hatred, and he knows why. His father has always been a sore subject and for Troy to just bring it up to put him down, Mike wouldn't stand for that.
Troy's face was red from anger and embarrassing.
"WHY YOU-"
Will steps in front of Mike, standing between him and Troy to see if he tries to do anything.
"I think we're done here, since you've made it pretty clear that our presence bother you. Safe to say it's mutual." Will utters coldly to Troy, before grabbing Mike's wrist abd pulling him to the palace's graden while giving Troy, one last glare.
Things are going well, until Troy decides to get revenge in them by spreading rumors about Mike and Will being potential lovers and how he saw them being lovey dovery towards each other, deemed "way too close to be prince and guard"
These rumors reach Will's dad and he is NOT pleased. He is pissed. He calls Will to talk to him one night and he's like
"What is this that i've been hearing about?" And Will is confused. What the hell is he talking about?
"There talks about you being in a relationship with the wheeler boy."
And Will's like "ahah that's ridiculous, you don't actually believe that right?? they're just silly rumors! We are not like that with each other" and Will is doing his best to try and tell his dad that they are NOT DATING?? even if he wanted to, that could get Mike into a lot of trouble.
Lonnie, slams his hand onto the table, making Will flinch away from the loud sound.
"Then WHY do i hear rumors about you two ingaging in *unforgivable* activities?" Lonnie snarled at Will.
Will who is flabtergasted at what his father had just said. "What?? I have no idea what you're talking about, but Mike is nothing more but my personal knight and guard." Will responds to his father calmly.
"Yess,,, and you think i'd believe that?? You inputent child! You think i don't see how you two act around each other? You think I'M DUMB WILLIAM?" Lonnie yelled at Will, causing him to flinch away.
He could only stare hopelessly at his father, how was he going to convince him the truth?? They really weren't envolved with each other. Why was that so hard to explain!!
So likee a really big misunderatanding occurs and the rumors just keep getting worse and worse. Some servants are speading false rumors about seeing them kissing or hugging or holding hands.
And Lonnie is pissed alright? He is not happy, because not only is his son having a relationship with a knight?? A peasant? But also a boy?? Despicable. How dare he taint the royal family's name like this. WIll tries and tries again that they are NOT in a relationship and he just keeps telling Lonnie that there is literally no proof to prove that they have, it's just silly dumb rumors.
And while this is happening, the citizens are uphoaring, everyone is doing riots or just gossiping everywhere. "The prince?? Envoved with his own knight?? Ohh hoe disgusting" and all that stuff. The rumors are nonstop and everyone is just suspicious and want answers, is it really true??
And while this whole thing is happening, Mike is locked up in a cell somewhere, because you having romantic relations with the prince?? It turns out Lonnie had already ordered Mike to be locked up somewhere without Will knowing.
Hearing the citizens outraged, Lonnie who can't stand the thought of his family name being tainted by this, decides to use Mike as a scapegoat. He says that this whole started because Mike took adavantage of Will and Will was just a victim. And for Mikr's crime of manipulating the prince and taking advantage of him, he will be executated. This send a chill down Will's spine. What the fuck does that mean?? They're just going to do that? He knows his father is a heartless bastard but he didn't think he would stoop rhis low, he really thought..
"No. NO Dad you can't do this please, are you really believing any of this?? He's done nothing wrong!" Will's begging Lonnie on his knees, no he can't let this happen. Mike didn't do anything, he has done NOTHING. It was Will, he was the one that got too comfy, he was the one that insisted Mike called him by his name, it was because of his selfish acts that lead to this. He can't let Mike pay the price.
"Dad, he didn't do anything please,, he's done nothing!! It was me okay!! I was the one who started all of this, if you're gonna punish anyone, it's me" Will desperately trying to reason with Lonnie, but everything is futile. Even if he had to be wrongly punished, it was better than Mike dying.
So like,,, Lonnie says it's final and Will is dragged away by the guards into his room. He sneaks out to meet Mike.
And Mike's in the cell, his usual clothes are replaced with rags. He usually well kept hair is ragged and messy. His feets and wrists are cuffed with shakles that chained to the ground.
Will knocks the guards out and rushes over to Mike.
"Will?? What are you doing here?" Mike rushes forwards, grabbing on to the bars, shakles rattling in the process.
"Mike, you have to get out, i'm gonna get you out okay?? Everything's gonna be alright. I'm gonna fix this-" Will's stopped when Mike softly grabs his cheek.
"Hey, Will,, it's okay."
"WHAT?? ARE YOU INSANE YOU'RE GONNA BE EXECUTED MIKE" Will yells at him, grabbing Mike's hand. His eyes shine with unshed tears.
"I know that, but i can't run." Mike says tiredly.
"Yes, you can. I'll make sure of it. You're getting out of this cell, and i am not letting them touch a single HAIR on you." Will snarls out.
"And what will happen to you huh?? Will, you're the second prince. They're gonna damn you for centuries to come. What do you think Lonnie will do to you once i'm gone?? He's using me as a scapegoat to clear your name Will. It's okay." Mike smiles sadly at him.
"No, what the FUCK are you talking about? It's not okay, they're gonna kill you for smth you didn't even do."
Will's eventually dragged away by the guards while he kicks and curses at them. He's locked inside his room again and the last thing he sees of Mike is his soft smile.
OR
Will's locked up in his room and he has no idea what's happening. So like fast forward he hears that Mike and getting excuted and stuff. He breaks out and in the guards are holding him back. He's yelling at them to stop stop.
And he sees them kill Mike in front of him.
A few years later, Lonnie dies of a mysterious death. The cause was unknown. It was said that he died from a heart attack of some sorts and Will byers was crowned king.
Oh yeah Mike's last words were "Lonnie byers is a piece of shit who deserves to be burned at the stake. And you will regret wrongfully executing me." with a pained grin before meeting his demise.
Oh yeah since i'm also an artist, i can inflict twice the damge on you by DRAWING IT AHAH-
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Bonus!!
What they didn't noticed was that Nancy was in the crowd the entire time.
She saw it. She watched as they brought her baby brother up onto the stage, hands tied behind his back. Face battered and bleeding. His eyes are tired and blank like he accepted his fate. She watched as they pushed onto the tree stump.
She listened to them announced his crimes of taking advantage of the prince, of manipulating him. She watched as they wrongfully accused her brother, because she knows he would NEVER do such a thing.
Nancy watched as her brotber gave the audience a bitter smile one last time before the sword was brought down to his neck.
And she will watch as this kingdom burns down to the ground by her hands.
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elkdiaries · 2 years
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hello mom
mom, i wanted to tell
dear mom,
hi. it’s mike. well, obviously. nancy’s the only other writer in our family but she’s not a letter person, dad’s been staying at nana’s house for almost a year now, and um… holly’s six years old.
i’m rambling. sorry.
there was something i wanted to 
i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something for a little while. i’m really scared though, so i thought it’d be best if i got the words out here, where i can at least work out what i’m trying to say in a manner that’s less difficult for me.
you’re probably worried by now sorry so i’ll try and get to the point. 
i’ve been an arrogant, miserable asshole jerk for a year or so now. i remember a month ago you asked me about it. i started yelling, and then i was crying, and i left to the byers for a couple of weeks. i know you’ve told me to quit apologizing for it and that you’re just glad i’m safe, but i don’t think it’s enough. i hurt you. i was dealing with some nasty emotions back then, but still, i should have at least left a note. for that i’m sincerely sorry.
the reason i was
the truth is, i didn’t think you’d love me anymore if i told you what i was going through. i’m still uncertain
but honestly, without dad you’ve seemed kind of happier. more open. i don’t know, maybe that’s a dumb observation. 
it’s just, now you sing under your breath while you’re putting away groceries. and you laugh really loudly at the sappy romance shows they play on television. and your eyes appear brighter. and you don’t look like you’ve been punched in the stomach whenever nancy asks if you’re okay. 
i don’t exactly know why this makes me want to tell you about my own stuff more. but i feel like now, even if terrible things happen, it’ll take a lot to get you to stop shining the way you do. 
okay
wow, i’m shaking
i’m
you might hate me after you read this, maybe even want to send me away somewhere. please don’t i can’t really change how you’ll view me. but i want you to know that despite all of my annoying tendencies and ungrateful remarks, i really, really love you and i hope you’ll find it in your heart to still love me too. 
i’m gay.
love, mike.
mike + coming out
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voydhund · 3 months
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Me seeing the amazing lack of batshit feral, probably insane, fluffy-hair-that-covers-eyes, jealous bitch Mike fanfics: Fine... I'll do it myself..
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total-serene560 · 1 month
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Summary: A movie night, a DnD campaign, a Halloween party, an unhappy compromise, a rejection, and a letter. Mike and Will spend senior year falling together, apart, and in love while trying to navigate growing up and the complicated reality of wanting another man in a world where almost nothing could be worse.
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All he can think about is how comfortable he feels, how warm Will’s leg feels where it’s pressed up against his, the hairs tickling his thigh where his shorts have ridden up. About how glad he is that he gets to quit tomorrow and that his friends like him and that Will likes him and- okay. Okay, yeah. Mike is definitely feeling it. And okay, maybe Mike is a bit of a lightweight, but he’ll never admit that to Dustin.  Will shifts, leaning a little closer, his hair tickling Mike’s ear as he whispers, “Mike?” Mike nods before responding, “Yeah?” “Are you drunk?” “A little,” Mike admits, glancing up at Will, “You?” Will shakes his head, lips tilting at the corner, “No.” “Oh,” Mike responds, he watches the way Will’s lips purse together as he swallows, bits of chapped skin wrinkling.  Will leans away suddenly, focusing back on the movie, but now Mike finds himself just looking at him. At the way his shaggy hair almost falls into his eyes, at the stubble on his cheeks where he missed a spot while shaving, the slant of his nose, his chin, his adam’s apple where it bobs up and down as he takes another swig of his one and only beer. At his broad shoulders and his hairy arms and the veins in his right hand where it rests on his own thigh, right next to Mike’s where they have their legs pressed together.  And Mike wants… he wants…
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qtssvnwoo · 2 years
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Mike Wheeler as your Boyfriend!
Mike Wheeler Headcanons! 
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Oh where to start with him
I feel like Mike would be the type of boyfriend to playfully “bully you.” 
      “Jesus Christ y/n! You look awful.” 
      “Yup. Thanks Mike.” 
Mike also gives me Grunge boyfriend vibes. (It’s because of the hair.)
Mike’s love language is either physical touch or Quality time. Or a mix of both!
If you were dating Mike he would 110% want to kiss or cuddle you like 24/7
Mike being shy at the beginning and not knowing how to open up, but as you progress in your relationship, Mike would open up more.
Mike, at least to me, seems insecure. Like, he feels like he isn’t good enough for you because you’re just so perfect to him.
         “Y/n, why me? I mean, why not someone like Dustin or Will?”           “Because I love you Mike. Not Dustin and certainly not Will.” 
You know the type of boyfriends/girlfriends that purposely leave things at their s/o’s house so that they can see you more? Yeah, that's mike.
         “Mike, you left your sweatshirt at my house. Again.” 
         “Oh did I? Well I guess I should come and get it huh?”
         “Yes Mike.”
        “It’ll be dark by the time I get there, why not just spend the night?”
         “You did this on purpose.”
Mike also LOVES seeing you in his clothes. Sweatshirts, sweatpants, his hellfire shirt, whatever it is, if its his, he loves seeing you in them.
He doesn’t say “I love you.” that often, i mean, he says it just not a lot you know what I mean? 
He would say I love you during super sentimental/intimate moments between you two. I.e if you and Mike had a super heated argument, I feel like he would tell you he does love you as a way to reassure you.
BUT he would tell you he loves you in other ways, and without actually saying it, if that makes sense. 
If you said you liked a shirt, he would buy it for you. He would listen to you rant about your favorite show, book, comic etc. He would learn your favorite songs so you two could sing together.
I have also headcanon Mike as an acoustic guitar player, so I feel like he would also try and learn your favorite songs on guitar so he could sing them for you.
Now, as for arguments/fights with Mike? I feel like there would only be few if any. 
He does strike me as the type to lash out on people when he’s stressed. And to also say a lot of things he doesn’t mean when stressed or really angry (that one fight with Will.) 
If you guys did fight, he would wait for a few minutes to cool off, and then go and find you so you guys can talk about and resolve the fight.
LOVE.LETTERS.
He would write you love letters during class, and then give them to you in the hall.
Overall Mike would be such a cute boyfriend. Super caring and super sweet. It would be such a healthy relationship and probably the best one you’d ever be in.
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veayrss · 1 year
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Whats that mike?
//fluff//angst//spicy//
Mike wheeler x Reader
Summary: you and Mike are at his place all alone cuddling having fun and watching tv. Things get a bit heated an then his mom and little sister walks in.
Warnings: heavy make outs, grinding, almost getting caught, hard on’s.
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"M-MIKE S-s-STOP!" You yell at mike as your sitting on his thighs, and he's tickling you. he laughs at you and says, "why should I? You ate my last pizza roll." Then he keeps on.
You grab his hands and try your best to take them off of you, "M-MI-MIKE! I-I I CANT BRE-BREATH." He stops and lets you catch your breath, "you good?" He asks you. You take a deep breath appreciating air so much right now, "yes I'm good now." You look at him, and he looks at you, Then in the speed of light, he tickles you again.
"MIKE IM SORRY! ILL MAKE MORE! PLEASE." You beg hoping he'll listen and stop, and he does. "I'm done, I'm done."
You let out a long sigh and fall on his chest. He lets out a huff and wraps his arms around you. "I'm not making you more." You tell him, looking up at him seeing he's already staring at you.
"Yeah I know." He smiles and kissed your head, he leans to the table and grabs the tv remote and puts on some cartoons. As you watch Batman and Robin you quickly get bored.
You look up and see him watching the show the tv is giving. You wanna tease him a bit, So you do. You start to off by kissing his chin. To him that's a normal thing, a nice little peck. So all he does is give a light smile.
Then from his chin you go up his jawline, sitting up in the process, this catches mike off guard. He places his hands on your waist and closes his eyes from the sudden contact.
From the jawline you go down his neck, Mikes grip tightens on your waist. As you start to leave marks on his neck, his hands go up your shirt.
"Y/n.. what are u doing." Mike asks you in a low tone, "nothing love, just bored." You respond going back to his neck. Mike let's out a soft moan.
He then grabs your chin and makes you face him, "if you wanted me so bad you should have just told me love." With that he kisses you roughly, with a hint of love need and hunger.
As he's kissing you he pushes his tongue in your mouth and turns into Dora(if you know what I mean😜.)
As the kiss gets heated you start to grind down on him, then the door opens. You both pull away quickly.
Karen walks in with holly on her hip, then puts holly on the ground. “Hey guys, I left holly’s bag. Stay with her while I grab her stuff.” She says, running up the stairs to get her stuff.
Mike huffs, throwing his head back. You laughed at his antics, then holly walks over, so you move off of mike and grab her and place her on your lap. You start playing with her while mike still has his head hanging off the arm rest.
“Mikey.” Holly calls mike, in a questioning tone. He then lifts his head up and looks at her. “Yeah holly?” He asks raising one eyebrow.
She stares at him for a minute, then she asks her question. “What’s that?” She then points to his hard on. He looks down, you look down to and bursts out laughing.
He goes red and grabs a pillow and covers it up. “Don’t tell mom.” He told her in a stern tone. She then stares and nods then Karen comes downstairs.
“Ok, I got everything. Let’s go Holly!” She calls out, Holly gets off you and goes her mom. “Alr have fun guys I’ll be back around 3:30.” She tells you and Mike, picking Holly up.
“Ok! Buy ms Wheeler!” You smiled at her, and grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. “Oh please honey call me Karen.” She told you in a sweet tone and then smiled and left.
You look at mike with a smirk, “I love your mom.” He then gave you a stern look and if your going to be honest, that turned you on.
“Get your ass over here.” He said grabbing you, to finish what you started.
THE END!
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