hi from moot to moot u don’t have to answer this but I looked at ur chandler fic and I just wanted to say that you probably shouldn’t write for real life people :’) making an au with carl being a streamer is totally fine but when you write about a REAL human (who which has a girlfriend) its kinda weird. I’m just saying this as a a reminder that even if you might not know it’s parasocial, please don’t take this as me being rude cause i think ur writing it’s really nice it’s just the fact that you wrote it about a real person instead of the characters he played.
eek i would message you like privately but i literally do not know how to 😭 anyways, im lowk realizing while reading this that i really could’ve just done carl but like no apoc and whatnot but i did write that half-asleep and wrote it for another moot of mine, if you find that i make more fics that you personally think is out of hand you can simply block me and/or message me about it. but i might make some sort of stuff like that in later on drabbles/fics whatever you’d call them, and yeah i see where you might get how its parasocial lol.
— CONTAINS ; intended lowercase, no proofread, fwb dynamic, chandler streaming, ages are up to reader’s preference, fluff, heavy makeout, reader is specified as female, thats it i think…
chandler comes back with a soda can in his hand seeing you sitting in his seat, his eyes wide. you weren’t ever introduced to chandlers stream, considering he was widely popular for his role in ‘the walking dead.’
the small crowds he gets at school was already enough, he doesn’t need any dating rumors. “fuck- y/n what are you doing!?” he murmurs, his neck and down were the only things the camera could see other than you twirling in his chair.
the comments start flooding in faster than ever.
@ username123: “chandlers gff???”
@ puddingcup89: “friends or sumthing else? tell us girlll!!!”
@ honor2018: “shes hot tbh.”
chandler mutes his mic, the chat only being able to hear some boring old lofi he put on just so they’d get distracted, the chat filling in with a bunch of angry emojis.
you stopped swirling in the chair, a devious smile placed upon your lips as you stared up at him, seeing him place his soda can on the desk with little more extra force than needed to.
secretly you press the button to unmute you both, the lofi music coming to a stop. chandler only being focused on you, leaning down with furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his face.
“hey,” you point out a comment, “friends or something else, huh?” you mock, you wanted to test something out, teeth glimmering under the light of his bedroom.
swiftly your hands go to either side of his face, bringing your lips to his, it was all opened mouthed, breathing mixing with one anothers. you could’ve swore you had tasted the remnants of his soda on your lips.
the position the chat could see was weird, but enough for them to realize what was going on. only the neck and down of the both of you were seen. the occasional noise of a whine leaving chandlers mouth making the chat go wild.
@ username420: “sub chandler lmao.”
@ puddingcup89: “so im guessin girlfriend lols!!”
@ carl_poppa21: “he was just playing a game, what is happening right now!?”
the kiss became more urgent and needy, his tongue peeking out and licking your lips like a puppy, your hands creeping up to his hair then swiftly pulling urself back as you sat right back into the chair.
looking straight into the camera with a smile, flushed face and slightly tousled hair. “uh, to answer your question, were jus’ friends.” you mumbled pretty straightforwardly, running a hand through your hair with a shrug and a nod to yourself.
— CONTAINS ; intended lowercase, no proofread, fluff-ish?, basic enemies trope, mute will, little to no use of y/n, reader being a people’s pleaser, mean!mike, mention of reader being fat / eating too much, eleven’s name is jane in this fic, jane and mike sorta silent hatred, reader is inexperienced with kissing.
the inside of the wheelers house was loud, dustin and lucas both practically trampled onto one another while max and jane shook their heads, watching them two do the weirdest fake fight ever. will doodling in the corner at a desk with a little lamp.
mike was upstairs, last words being: “be back with food.” and the most obnoxious sigh. you had sat in a chair behind will, sneaking glances at his drawing, you had commissioned him to draw a horse, specifically a purple one.
will was hyper-focused not even realizing your eyes almost burning into the back of his head, then footsteps came down the stairs, loud and heavy, hm i just wonder who that would be.
then you heard his groan, that signature irritated groan, he had a platter of snacks, you of course, tapping will’s shoulder yet he didn’t budge, running over to see.
your eyes lit up, going for a piece of watermelon, then mike slapped your hand immediately before you could grab any, “haven’t you ate enough? you need to lose some of that fat.” he grumbled squinting his eyes and purposely looking you up and down.
he rolled his eyes purposely pulling the platter away from you. “and it’s all mine anyways.” he muttered in a little sing-songy tone with a sigh at your ignorance.
swallowing felt like it hurt, taking a step back as you nodded slowly, jane immediately noticing as she looked at mike, mike didn’t notice her, the platter being placed on the coffee table.
mike had went to grab his water bottle than it casually just slipped off the table, water spilling everywhere. mike had nearly combusted on the spot, breath catching in his throat.
will had perked up at the sound before shaking his head lightly realizing nothing was wrong, going right back to drawing as he looked at the purple color pencils.
he tilted his head, directly towards jane, glaring at her, seeing jane wiping her nose with her arm. “hey! stop using your powers to make my life miserable.” he huffed grabbing the cup as dusting threw him a paper towel roll.
max, lucas, and you had all snickered, biting back laughs from escaping knowing it’d be a murder scene if you all did.
you were definitely eating all the watermelon after that stunt, immediately grabbing a piece before mike could look at you.
dustin had nearly sprinted over looking at the platter, grabbing two strawberries and shoving them into his mouth, even eating the stem with it. lucas looked at him weird as he walked over to grab some fruit as well.
max’s arm slung around lucas’s shoulder as she grabbed herself some fruit, grabbing a handful of blueberries. jane didn’t need to walk over, levitating a mango slice as she brung it into her mouth with a smile of victory.
mike scoffed, brushing his knees as he looked at everyone, “wow, yeah sure, invite the whole neighborhood to have some while your at it.” he scoffed with a grunt, running a hand through his hair in irritation.
♡
the group had slowed down into slumber, jane had already gotten home since hopper was strict with her. dustin slept on a spinny chair, the chair spinning with each snore, lucas and max slept on the air mattress, cuddled with one another.
mike had been half-asleep on the couch while you were down on the ground, back rested against the couch while your head was tilted resting on a part of the air mattress, hands clamped in your lap.
eventually stirring in your sleep from the sound of one extremely loud snore from dustin, a small gasp leaving your lips. eyes half lidded, looking around the room only for your eyes to land on mike.
his eyes were open, dumbass. he immediately made eye contact with you, but didn’t do any of his groans. just staring, blankly as if he slept with his eyes open, which definitely wasn’t the case.
his voice was groggy, sitting up slowly on the couch as you joined him, across from him. “why are you up?” he asked, nodding his head towards you, arms crossed over his chest.
it was almost like you guys had never fought before, turning your head to dustin’s direction, a hand going up, pointing directly at him. “his snoring, woke me right up.” you chuckled softly but this time, he didn’t stop you.
nodding slowly as your voice entered his ears, letting out a huff, but not a rough one, almost approving of your words. “like an engine.” he added, a smile almost tugging on his lips, barely there.
you didn’t know how or when but somehow you, him, it doesn’t matter. one of you guys had moved closer, you were in a crawling position as if you had crawled over to him. hands casually resting on his lower chest.
your waist being closed in by his knees, your ankles crossed over one another as you looked up at him. puppy eyes, some would say. he tilted his head and the smile was there, but more menacing than anything.
his hand going to your jaw, “what’s up with you, so clingy now, huh?” he hummed, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. flushing immediately at the touch, luckily the moon only illuminated little parts.
suddenly he had brought your face closer making your hands slide up a little on his chest, lips finally touching one another, a gasp leaving you, feeling dazed by the feeling.
your hands sliding all the way up to where you met the sides of his face, fingers massaging in the curls while your palms rubbed against his temple. “mfh- mike..” you whined into the kiss, already out of breath.
you could feel his lips turn up into a smirk while kissing you, now obvious that you were inexperienced. “hm? can’t hear you, y/n.” he mumbled into the kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip then you backed up.
his eyebrows knitted together in confusion, eyes opening as he stared at your face. “i-i can’t.. not yet at least.” you mumbled with wide eyes, slightly shaking your head as you gulped.
— AUTHORS NOTE ; uhm this was so rushed and idk how i feel about the ending aswell as having a part three so imma need some suggestions, send in requests or comments idc i just need them 🥹
— CONTAINS ; intended lowercase, no proofread, no fluff nor smut, basic enemies trope, some perspective changes if you can catch it, lowk mute will, little to no use of y/n, reader being a people’s pleaser.
babys first fic ♡
it was the week before summer break, everyone didn’t care about getting their homework done, the only care in the world was having a summer boyfriend, even if they were gonna breakup with them right when school starts back up.
lucas, max, dustin, will, you, and mike all sat down at the lunch table, groaning in disgust of the school lunch. some slop of creamed corn, burnt tatertots, busted milk carton, and green beans.
“what the fuck even is this? it looks radioactive.” mike mumbled picking at the neon green beans, dustin and lucas snickered while you giggled mike squinting at you with a look of irritation which made you stop abruptly.
you had joined the party a few months ago, knowing a friend of a friend who introduced them to you yet one of them, cough cough, mike wheeler, wasn’t fond of you. max had talked to you about it saying it was something he did two years back with her yet he forgave her after a week.
though it’s been longer than a week, it’s been months and he still hasn’t took you in as an actual friend, but it didn’t bother you as much maybe he had stuff at home that made him that way to you.
you and dustin were the only ones with actual home lunch, you had this cool metal lunchbox with hearts on it while dustin had a brown paper bag. both pulling out foods that looked heavenly in-front of school lunch.
“watcha got?” dustin asked nodding his head at your lunchbox as he pulled out his stuff, you took out a peanut butter sandwich unaware of his allergy, dustin slowly backing up in his seat.
“woah, y/n you wanna kill him? he’s allergic to peanut butter, dumbass.” mike scowled squinting at you again, your hands immediately flying up in defense, the sandwich dropping to your lap.
lucas nudged mike in the shoulder as a silent communication to tell him to ‘shut the hell up’ considering how rude he was towards you.
mike of course letting out a huff and a silent “what!?” as if he hadn’t done anything wrong, scrunching his nose up.
you gulped, hands slowly going back down as you picked it off your lap. “oh, uh sorry, didn’t know.” you mumbled putting away the sandwich to eat later, now having to starve by only eating a granola bar.
minutes later the bell rang, lunch time was over your enthusiastic mood a little deflated after the previous conversation with mike.
you all walked into gym class, the last class of the day a loud groan leaving one another mouth’s. “great, dodgeball.” max muttered rolling her eyes as she walked into the girls locker room.
everyone came back out the locker-rooms, wearing their now gym outfits which some didn’t even need to change.
the gym teacher divided a bunch of people on each side, you, max and dustin being on one side while lucas, will and mike stood on the other side which wasn’t good.
you didn’t want to be split up, max and lucas pouting at one another considering they were dating and would be horrible going against each other.
“shit, i don’t even know how to play dodgeball.” dustin mumbled stretching his arm to make it seem like he was doing something.
“I’m actually pretty decent.” you mumbled with a smile and in the corner of your eye you can see mike’s face contorting in a annoyed way hoping not at you.
“one, two, three, go!” the gym teacher yelled throwing his hand down as everyone grabbed dodgeballs, hitting one another immediately.
balls flew around the room, people screaming and some sitting out in disappointment that they got out so fast.
it had only been two minutes in were it was only around seven people on each side, you and a few randoms and mike and a few randoms.
you weren’t trying to get him out, like at all. since he was your friend, you avoided him like the plague but then as you bent down grabbing a ball it had felt like time slowed down as you got back up.
mike had flung a ball right at you, but not at your neck or down, directly at your face making your head fling back the gym teacher yelling. “out!”
you sadly walked to the bleachers sitting beside the group, max patting your back as she saw you mess with your nose.
she looked over at you fondly with a slight frown, your nose looking like you were secretly rudolph’s twin sister. “you good?” max had asked, her voice was a whisper as she leaned in to get a better look.
“ ‘m sure it was just a mistake.” you mumbled feeling as if your nose was bleeding but no styrofoam dodgeball could do that, your eyes going to the last few players.
“how is mike even doing this?” lucas mumbled pointing at his lanky figure, “he’s built like a bendy pencil.” dustin started with a chuckle, max giggling at that comment.
yet you, you didn’t laugh, didn’t smile you just stared at mike wondering why he didn’t like you, wondering if he did mean that throw.
minutes later mike’s team had won, but you had fled to the bathroom as if to hide from him somehow, mike high-fiving everyone, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of you being gone.
but then he realized, you were gone. maybe not fully or officially but a smirk slowly lifted onto his face, excited he got his friends all to himself and not people-pleaser-y/n there to take all the attention.
dustin looked dumbfounded, he never knew mike could do such a thing, him, lucas, will and max usually made fun of his lanky-ness and whatnot saying stuff like “you look like you can’t even lift a bag of chips.”.
you had washed your hands with a roughness even you didn’t know you had in you, a stinging sensation had finally met your senses, realizing you had been biting your cheek the entire time.
a girl in the bathroom giving you the strangest look before leaving with a scoff, a hand to her hair brushing it back in the most obvious way.
“i didn’t know you had it in you.” max mumbled to mike, nudging him in his shoulder playfully. “i guess i jus’ got a little motivation, yknow?” he muttered back with the smuggest grin ever.
— AUTHORS NOTE ; lowk was listening to ‘c u next tuesday’ by ke$ha the entire time while writing this #favnewsong!!! this took like two days to make cuz of my new nails and first post so i hope no flop :(( ALSO before this little note ends should i do a part2?? even if no onecomments im so doing a part 2 lmao
