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hello and welcome! this is an indie & mutuals only rp blog for mike wheeler of stranger things. semi-canon divergent. heavily headcanon based. written by camilla. please read rules before following

blah blah this is my interpretation of mike wheeler, fuck the duffers ending etc etc

this post: is important to my portrayal of mike wheeler, not required reading though lol

all that to say i would love to write with anyone interested, so dm me and we can get something started!

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hiii if anyone is still interested in writing with my mike, i've officially moved him to my multi @chrryslushie

[heartwheeler]

hiii if anyone is still interested in writing with my mike, i've officially moved him to my multi @chrryslushie

[chrryslushie]

#CHRRYSLUSHIE ;     ⸻   a indie & mutuals only multimuse rp blog feat. muses from forbidden fruits, yellowjackets, stranger things, the x-files, & more. crossover & oc friendly. iconless. written by camilla.

[robinfm]

"...but I had all the answers. I just needed to stop being so goddamn scared."

#ROBINFM ;     ⸻   a indie & mutuals only rp blog for robin buckley of stranger things. canon divergent & heavily headcanon based. crossover & oc friendly. iconless. written by camilla.

[holmesdepot]

@heartwheeler continued from here.

“First off, gross,” Max sounded nasally in her own ears and it was so frustrating, “And secondly, you giant germ, you were the one who got sick first!”

Mike had totally been the one to start everything, though Max was pretty sure he picked it up from Holly - she wasn’t going to blame his baby sister.

Groaning, she sat down at their table and folded her arms on it to rest her head on them. “Even my bones ache because of you,” Lucas wasn’t doing much better either, though he’d been smart enough to stay home.

Even though she was probably crazy contagious right now, she’d rather be here than hanging out at her house today. Wednesdays were Neil’s day off - her mom, she could handle, but him? She’d take her chances with gym class, stuffy nose or not.

“Since this is your fault,” Max wasn’t letting that go any time soon, “You should give me some tylenol so I don’t have to go to the nurse.”

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Mike rolled his eyes at the accusations, fully aware it was true but the desire to be a little shit overtook everything else. Especially now that he was feeling somewhat better after staying home sick yesterday to recover. (He does feel bad for getting his friends sick though, but he wasn't going to let Max verbally know that).

"Whatever... should have stayed home if you're that sick." He thinks he knows why Max wouldn't want to be home though. He wouldn't want to be in that house either.

He opened up his pencil case and took out a ziplock baggie with a few tylenol pills in it. "You're lucky my mom sent me to school with some in case my fever came back." The bag was handed to Max and he went back to poking at his lunch.

[heartwheeler]

i think mike probably bit a few kids in kindergarten

[frankenweenie11]

mike the brave fan art (still in denial about the ending)

[sorcererslead]

he didn't mean to flinch when mike's palm met his arm, a natural reaction by a body currently strung up as tight as a bowstring, a brief, sudden jolt coursing through his frame that was felt more prominently on the inside than that it showed on the outside, a fleeting shudder owed not to surprise, for he'd caught the blur of movement from the corner of tear-filled eyes, felt the shift of mike's body near him, felt the warmth it radiated from the limbs brushing against his in the newfound proximity on the rough wooden floor they spent their nights on, but to the way he said his name, the plea in mike's tone that was so reminiscent of him in the dream that, for a moment, will felt as though he was back in it, had not truly woken from the nightmare, but merely experienced a shift of scenery and now was to relive every gruelling second of it all over again. maybe it'd never stop.

will, please . . . please don't do this, this isn't you. will . . .

moments passed where will laid in silence, listening to both, mike's reassuring words breaking the stillness of a room in the dead of night and his own uneven breathing rattling in his chest, tears painting wet streaks on pale features as they kept falling, and falling, and, despite himself, he leaned into it then, shifted, slowly, beneath the fabric of a sleeping bag that, by now, felt too hot, too sticky, too close to his tense body, as the sweat that had soaked through his shirt to where the fabric was visibly darker only slowly began to cool, until his arm was so close to mike's side that, when mike lowered his, they'd inevitably bump together again, until limbs would brush with every moment either one of them made. but will didn't move anymore, laid very still once more, staring at that dark spot on the ceiling where a nearby space heater cast a shadow in the yellow glim of the forgotten light ( had it been on in the first place? ), fading in and out of sight, so subtly that the lamp continuously flickering just beyond his peripheral vision didn't even register in his mind, for he still couldn't look at mike, not after what he'd done, even when it had merely been within a dream, not real, and not now that a different memory was appearing before his eyes, one that had been tirelessly haunting him for days now; the end of the battle, the sharp, strange brightness of a sunless realm that shouldn't have looked the way it had, mike's face blurredly coming into view when, before that, there had been nothing but darkness, the pitch black endlessness of death, the devastated look he'd worn then, one so close to the expression he'd had in the dream, when he'd been pleading with will to stop. for some reason, he kept hurting mike. like one of his worst fears had manifested into something, at the very least, close to real and he now was being taunted by it.

“ we thought that before, remember? ” he answered softly, eyes closing momentarily against the surfacing memory, breathing stuttering in his taut chest with the phantom of an all too familiar shudder that ran through him. a cold unlike any other. he'd last felt it days before, during the battle, during what should've been his death, but, for the second time in his life, had not been ( and there was something else to that day, that moment, he remembered, too, but he didn't dare voice that to mike, not now, not when he hardly understood it himself, when it very well could mean nothing . . . ), hand subconsciously drifting to the burn scar on his lower torso, the reminder of that time and what it had taken to drive the mindflayer out, settling over it across dank cotton material, “ and then i started feeling it again . . . ” a beat of silence, followed by the rustling of the sleeping bag as will moved again, staving off the sense of trepidation trying to prevent him from it, and facing mike, so close, as he whispered hesitantly, “ if the hive is . . . truly dead . . . why am i alive? ”

[heartwheeler]

mike didn't let himself shy away when will got even closer. a thought in the deep recesses of his mind surfaced in the form of a flashed image of the two of them sharing a sleeping bag, holding each other for comfort. he didn't pull his hand back when will moved closer. instead, he let his hand remain on will's upper arm, index finger tracing barely noticeable circles on the other boy's shirt sleeve--a self soothing action mostly but hoped it would be comforting to will as well. it was the kind of comfort he could offer will right now without thinking too hard about the implications. which also felt entirely ridiculous when just days ago he watched his best friend die and come back. nothing trivial should matter anymore and yet, the thing in his mind that always blocked him from truly looking at the relationship he had with will was still rearing its ugly head.

but then along with the question, his mind is replaying the memory of seeing will collapse to the ground during their final attack on vecna and mike's heart sinks again. his eyes are closed to fight back the oncoming tears. it was harder to keep it together in the dead of the night.

suddenly, that thing that's been keeping him from being a good friend to will the past few years doesn't matter anymore. at least for the time being while they were masked by darkness. he propped himself up on his elbow so he could look at will's face when he told him, "i wish i knew the answer, will. but the upside down is destroyed and vecna's body is far away in the abyss. we have to believe it's over." his voice cracked as he continued on, "i have to believe." mike then laid his head on will's chest with an arm around him in somewhat of a hug. "i can't lose you, too." a few years ago, hugging will like this would have been easy and done without thinking about it, but they were different now and mike was only just starting to understand why.

[heartwheeler]

put on s1 ep 1…… i should just die actually

[kidovna]

bylerlumax picnic double date (summer of ‘94)

happy valentines day!

[heartwheeler]

whatever disgusting illness was inside you is now inside me | the most max coded response to getting a cold from a friend lmao

"how do you even know you got it from me?" mike threw a hand up to gesture in lucas's direction. "he's sick, too! and you two basically gargle each other's spit regularly. you probably did an hour ago." the fact that lucas most likely got this cold from mike went ignored on purpose. normally, he might just fess up to it, but with the special sisterly way max knows how to press his buttons... he was going to deny, deny, deny. might even claim he never even had a cold to begin with.

[heartwheeler]

this was a breakup to me like "from el" was cold blooded asdlkfj and then his stupid ass threw it away lmao?? s4 mike wheeler what goes on inside that head of yours

[wthdrawn]

the year prior still settles now. somewhere behind the letters he never sent. kept in the little yellow shoebox underneath bed. DEAR MIKE: I MISS YOU. they collect dust now in remembrance, (wrapped in a silly red string). because the landline was an empty trail after all. but that was last year, now he is forced everyday to walk through the shadow of this sick ((one)) sided love affair friendship. "are you.. mad at me?" question lingering, as the boy sits up from the basement couch.

fingertips drag aimlessly in the center palm, always a nervous habit of youngest byers. and he spots it quickly, because as much as michael wheeler ran the hamster wheel inside his head. it bled through face and distant gaze. hurt, frustration, annoyance. will knew everything about him. the subconscious sunlit gaze that always trailed through corners of mind. he knew it all: the way the others brows curl inwards when thoughts are somewhere deep, how cheeks burned a soft blush at the sound of an unattended misdirect, or how amber gaze always felt like it was searching for the fleeting seasons.

"mike - i- just thought" silence falling over tongue. somewhere the verbal assault feels directed at himself. and causes question, as the metaphoric gears start to rotate. should i have done more? am i a total asshole? what is he even mad at exactly? "i didn't think you wanted to talk about your breakup with me"

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is he mad at will? he's not sure how to answer that question so he shrugs again. he knows it's not will's fault or anything he's done to make him feel this unsure of himself. or at least that's what he's trying to make himself believe. because will technically hasn't done anything wrong, whatever he's feeling is attached to will in some way he doesn't understand.

his hands are removed from his face and he plants his feet in the rug in an attempt to stop pacing. to try to stop this anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach when he's alone with will now.

and he's alone with him a lot now. it feels like there's hardly any hour in the day outside of school that they aren't together. so maybe he thought by now they would be as close as they used to be prior to will moving to lenora. maybe his expectations were set too high when his parents agreed to take the byers in.

he meets will's eyes for barely a moment before he has to look away. he answers with a defeated sigh, nearly ready to give up on trying to understand why everything will related was confusing, "i guess i just thought since we're living together we'd go back to how we used to be... telling each other everything."

[trashmemes]

LAST PODCAST ON THE LEFT SENTENCE STARTERS PT. 16 —   quotes pulled from the podcast hosted by marcus parks, ben kissel, and henry zebrowski. contains nsfw content. feel free to make alterations.

people take murder confessions pretty seriously.

you don’t have to listen to every single demented doll that tells you to do something.

just because your parents hate him, doesn’t mean he’s cool.

if there is one person that is over-fucked on this planet, it is [name].

kinda makes it a little hotter, i guess.

why do you get me in these conversations? how am i in this right now?

you would be surprised how much your male roommate can purposefully not see.

this is my sweet spot, this is where i’m happiest.

hey, i’m just getting closer to the fucking truth.

you wait until i get drunk later and i start talking about robots.

that town has a death curse!

if you look at “the jersey shore,” they were actually scholars.

technically, you were the one that most people thought would be a serial killer.

whatever disgusting illness was inside you is now inside of me.

i’m just so thrilled you found a pool and not a fountain this time.

this is what happens in the morning? is this why you sleep in? 

everyone did everything wrong this past week

my brain is getting expanded, yet interestingly enough, dumber.

don’t fucking say it! don’t even fucking say it!

then you just watch wheel of fortune and forget about it.

there’s no fucking alcohol here.

if there was a license to listen to music, i would have yours revoked.

do not get into your heightist rant.

what was the last thing that you were enthusiastic about that turned out well?

it’s never a good day when the ghost hunters show up at your door just randomly.

you never know if you’re gonna see something in the skies that makes your neighbors afraid to speak to you.

i think it’s fine to have sex with a sasquatch.

have you not masturbated this month?

you can’t sleep naked while camping.

what a good way to get rid of your family.

it’s horrifying to drive with you.

i hope that you do keep my bones, [name] - or a piece of my body.

never, ever believe the pamphlets.

let me tell you the story here: so jonah fucks the whale, right?

whatever it takes for you to forget that you are impotent.

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“you think i don’t care?” from will<3

"no," mike shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to describe what he was thinking or feeling. "i don't know..." it was like everything was so confusing since el had dumped him and the byers moved into his basement. he thought he said what she wanted to hear, but she didn't believe him. he felt like he meant what he said to her.

he said what will told him to say and she dumped him.

and now all he could do was mope around his house, knowing he should be miserable about el breaking up with him but he's not. he felt weirdly relieved?

so he couldn't figure what he felt so wrong about. what would trigger the mopey mood swings. and for whatever reason, that was manifesting into annoyance that will hadn't asked him what was wrong.

his hands went to his forehead to press the bottom of his palms into his brow bone like he was trying to physically will his brain from overthinking. after a moment of that, his hands were thrown back down to his sides. "i guess it just felt like you hadn't noticed i was upset."

[kidovna]

AU where paladin!mike gets dragged into the canon verse when will’s powers awaken