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— { ♡ } amaryllis belladonna!

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your writing is amazing!! do you have any ideas for a part 3? if not, could you write smth abt mike and the party telling y/n about the upside down and whatnot? once again, love your writing! :)

hi hi! im sorry i am over 5 months late to this it has been a bit hectic these last few months but i honestly don't have much desire to write for Mike anymore if i'm being honest 😭 i really wish that I did and that doesn't mean im scrapping all my mike fics i just think any updates on them are going to be a WHILE. i haven't written anything because of how guilty i felt for not finishing my other fic but like season 5 was so ass and the more the duffers open their mouths abt this show the less i want to engage with it. so i guess the answer is maybe sometime in the very distant future. thank you so much for the compliment though it means a lot to me genuinely <3

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I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:

Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed

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THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

| there's a rhythm to create

| pairing- mike wheeler x cryptid!fem!reader

| content - OC gf for Steve Harrington, swearing, loser!mike wheeler, probably spelling and/or grammar errors i'm still sleepy, not proofread we die like chrissy cunningham, let me know if i missed any!

| wc - 3.3k

| a/n - I am so sorry this took me ages and a day to get out with i've been sick for what feels like an entire month and I'm STILL sniffling but I worked up the motivation to write today. lowkey my obsession with Steve has also been keeping me from writing for Mike because like ??? that's my man fr. anywho, hopefully this isn't all over the place I'm gonna read it back once just to make sure it even makes sense. updates will still be slow as molasses but hopefully the quality is at least acceptable. Love you!

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Dinner at the Wheeler residence had ended an hour ago, Mike had been hiding away in his room for two. Under the guise of “not being that hungry” and “needing to get his homework done” (Will knew that was bullshit but kept quiet) Mike slunk back into his room to continue working on his little project. 

He’d already finished Holly’s figurine, now that she was old enough to grasp the concept it was a no-brainer that he would indoctrinate her into his nerd cult. The one he’s working on now though is a little more self indulgent. Taking careful strokes to really emphasize the large unnerving eyes, making sure the contours in the cheeks were dark and sharp, paying very close attention to the paint he’s mixing to make sure he gets you’re exact hair color correct. 

It’s been about 2 months since Mike had last seen you, having visited you and El at Hopper’s once or twice prior but never twice in one month and always making sure to pace his visits enough that the heavy military presence in Hawkins would have no reason to look twice at him. As far as he knew you were adjusting well to your new living arrangements. You and El took to each other like long lost sisters and even Hopper had warmed up to you fairly quick. Despite being undoubtedly strange you had an air about you that was so sweet and captivating it was hard not to take an immediate liking to you. Though he hasn’t completely ruled out that specific quality of yours as a secret power you might be keeping quiet about. 

In the months since they found you they had discovered that being amicable with the demogorgons was far from your only power and they only got more disturbing from there. You displayed evidence of having premonitions about a month into your stay with the Hoppers. At first it was little stuff like predicting like knowing that Hopper was gonna burn himself with his zippo while lighting a cigarette or that El was gonna trip on a particular part of her training course, things that can easily be attributed to coincidence or lucky guesses. It was when you predicted that Jim would get ambushed by Demo-bats while searching the library on crawl #25 when they were only on crawl #18 that everyone started to keep a closer ear on what you were saying. 

In their defense you spoke more like the cheshire cat than a regular girl most days so they can’t be faulted if they chalk one of your vague riddle-like rambles up to just nonsense. 

They had watched you buzz around the bunker collecting seemingly random medical supplies and then plop down on a beanbag in the corner, lap piled with bandages and antiseptic, during the final briefing and just sighed (some more fondly than others). But when Hopper came back with his back almost ripped to ribbons and turned to see you finish setting up all the supplies you had collected in front of Joyce, who startled as she hadn’t even heard you come up to her, their skepticism ebbed away. 

There was also the matter of your uncanny ability to know what’s going on with someone at any given time, like you could see in their mind or through their eyes. But that was an issue no one really wanted to touch on. They were dealing with enough psychological warfare from Vecna, they really didn’t need your wide eyed stare on them as you tried to bluntly address their mental afflictions right now. 

They placate you with sweets and various items found in the woods to make crafts with and resign themselves to deal with whatever horrors your skillset may present them with later. 

Which is where we come to now as you sit on the hood of a rusted sedan in the junkyard, partly watching Jane go through her training course for the 4th time and partly painting the collection of smooth rocks gifted to you by Will along with some brushes and paint. 

“I thought you were doing better with her, Hop,” You hear Joyce murmur to her boyfriend as they both watch the other girl maneuver through the obstacles. “You need to talk with her, she’s just gonna keep asking and pushing herself if she thinks she has a chance,” 

Hopper sighs as he rubs the bridge of his nose, halting the stopwatch as Jane makes it over the bus, “12 minutes 33 seconds! ‘S a new record, kid.” He says to Jane who gives him a slight acknowledgement before heading over to the sedan and drinking the water next to you. 

“Janie, did you hear that! New record, sweetheart, good job,” Joyce tries, attempting to remain optimistic but ultimately knowing how this is gonna go. It’s been like this for months; Jane trying to train quicker, harder, faster, all in an attempt to finally be let onto the crawls and Hopper shutting her down. Saying she “needs to be faster”. Saying that “these military bastards are no joke,” and that “they won’t slow down just ‘cause she might need to rest.”

“I can do better. It’s four seconds too slow,” Jane says tersely, shaking out her limbs and stretching to ready herself for another bout, “I lost 1 second on the climb, 2 seconds on at the log. I can save 2 seconds if i make my bus jump sooner. That’ll get me under 12:30. Reset it.” 

“El-” 

“Reset it!” She snaps before catching the look Joyce gives her and adding a, “Please,” 

“You’re working yourself to the bone, kiddo. You can’t do much of anything if you collapse in the field-” Hopper says gently before getting cut off by another angry murmur.

“You never let me in the field. I would do well if you would just let me go, I am ready, Hop,” Jane says defensively, crossing her arms and leaning against your legs. You, who during all this is still painting green and blue vines on your smooth rocks, stops for a second to pat her on the head with the hand holding the paintbrush, effectively getting a bit of teal in her hair. She smiles at you sweetly before turning back to Hopper with her angry pout that’s caused him to give in many times before. 

As much as he hates to admit it, Hopper hates when his girls are mad at him. This just happens to be something he’s not willing to budge on because he also hates when his girls are in danger. 

“You think you’re ready, that is not the same as knowing and-” 

“I know-” 

“No, you don’t, El. And out there? That kinda bravado gets you killed-” Hopper is gesturing wildly know and both you and Joyce know what this is ramping up to. These types of arguments aren’t uncommon and they are never detrimental but always inevitable when you task two of the most stubborn, self-sacrificial people in the world with saving it.

“I would be fine! I have been FINE!” Jane shouts back. 

Joyce walks over to you and rubs your shoulder before working to wipe out the paint in Jane’s hair before it can dry while the two continue fighting. Jane doesn’t even flinch when Joyce uses the sleeve of her cardigan to rub the color out.

Through the angry grumbles you hear the old radio crackle as the previous song fades out and your favorite radio hosts voice bursts to life through the speakers, the sound of the Micheal Jackson’s Rockin’ Robin cuts through the tension like a knife and you start dancing a little to the tune,

“Twiddly, twiddly-dee, twiddly diddly-dee! Twiddly twiddly-dee, twiddly diddly-dee! Twiddly twiddly-dee, twiddly diddly-dee! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet tweet!” This one was your favorite.

“Hey there, friends! This is Rockin’ Robin. Sorry about the abrupt departure. I hope you survived without me. We had some annoying technical difficulties. But to make it up to we have a very special treat that is sure to turn your day… upside down.” Robin’s scratchy voice cuts through the song and everyone perks up at her last words.

“Already? It’s a bit soon, right? I mean they had a burn not that long ago,” Joyce’s brows furrow in worry as she looks at Hopper. Being a war veteran himself, everyone always looks to him when they want to get a little more insight on how their new neighbors might think. Though Hopper only shrugs quickly before grabbing a notepad and telling Jane to go to his satchel and grab a writing utensil.

Jane looks at you with a mix of anxiety and excited anticipation before she rushes over to fetch a pen. Maybe this abnormality will be her chance to finally go on a crawl. All hands on deck, right?

“Now, before you start bumping, here’s a few fun facts about the Boss. She was born Diane in the North End of Detroit.” Robin starts with their encoded message and Hopper works quick to scribble it all down. In his opinion Robin may as well have super powers too. No normal human can talk that fast without passing out. 

“Berry Gordy, that’s Gordy with a G, signed her to Motown in 1961. And one is the key number. Because between 1964 and ‘67 the Supremes had ten songs hit the top of the charts. That’s right, ten.” 

“Jane that’s the boot is walking ladies, right?” You ask, and she thinks on it for a second before nodding.

“Yes! The ladies covered it,” She says, looking very proud of herself for knowing that little tidbit. 

“Covered it? With what,” You ask confused and Jane’s smile fades the slightest bit as she thinks. 

“Music?” She tries, you both have now thoroughly confused yourselves by the time Hopper turns to quiet you both. 

“Girls, please,” He sighs and gives a playful glare to Joyce when he hears her stifle a laugh.

“Then in ‘78, she tried to make it big in the movies with The Wiz, which was a colossal flop-a-roonie. But, in my personal opinion, I still dig it. I mean, Micheal Jackson as a scarecrow? Give it a chance.”

“What the fuck is she talking about, I mean really, who says this stuff-” Hopper grumbles like the old man he is. The hell is a flop-a-roonie?

“Jim, language. There are children present,” Joyce chastises him with a smile. 

“We know about the fuck! Dustin taught us!” You say proudly and Jane nods fervently. 

Hopper was for sure gonna have a stern talk with that Henderson kid.

“But make sure you bring your supersized popcorn because this movie has a run time of over two hours. Alright, class dismissed. I hope you were taking notes. There will be a test later. Take it away Diane,” Robin murmurs and let’s the rest of the track fade back in. 

“Bye Robin!” You say to the speaker. They’ve tried to explain to you that these radios aren’t like the walkies but it hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing trying to teach a teenager everything about a world they’ve seemingly never interacted with. You know some things to their absolute bemusement; You knew about barbie dolls and some older music attracts your interest but you don’t know the first thing about televisions or walkmans. They still have yet to figure that one out.

You all gather your things and head toward the bus where your entrance to the tunnels awaits. Jane immediately takes the opportunity to badger Hopper about coming on the crawl, insisting that she had made better time that last go around. He even said himself, new record! 

Joyce stays back with you, watching as you take in your surroundings as if it’s all new despite the fact that you’ve been down here many times in the last few months. 

“You doin’ okay, honey? You’re awfully quiet today, something on your mind?” She asks, wiping a bit of dirt that’d fallen on your cheek. 

She’s grown quite fond of you and you’re peculiar nature. Hopper jokes that she just can’t help herself when it comes to strange kids with stranger stories to which she promptly hits him over the head and hides her smile. You remind her a lot of her younger self. Bold and headstrong but just peculiar enough to be considered an outcast, or in your case very peculiar. 

“Yes. I am okay, just thinking.” You say, running your hands alone the barren walls of the tunnel. Everything that once writhed in here is long dead but the energy of them remains; a quiet buzz reaches out to meet your fingers as you drag them across desiccated vines and it nudges something in the back of your mind that’s just a bit too far out of reach. 

“Thinking about what?” Joyce’s voice snaps you out of your ruminations, you had almost forgotten she was there but then again that’s nothing new. You always seem to be floating between here and somewhere entirely unknown to them. 

“Thinking about lost things, and broken things, and dead things, but mostly lost things,” You say cryptically and Joyce looks like she’s genuinely trying to decipher your words but you all reach the ladder exit before she has time to think up a response; and good thing cause she had nothing for that. 

Hopper climbs through the opening and you all follow through, Jane still trying to get through to him about letting her on the crawl. 

“I got a new record today, and you told me if i got under 12:30 I could go,” Jane says, chasing after him as he speed walks to the cabin. 

“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I? But you see the thing is you didn’t get under 12:30-” Hopper burst through the cabin, the door almost hitting the wall behind it before Jane slows it with her powers. 

“But I got close, I got very close. And this burn is too soon which must mean that something important is happening! What if they found something, what if they found-”

Hopper spins on the spot and stops her in her tracks and you all stand there frozen for a moment, watching his heavy breathing, “Found what, huh? Found Henry-” 

You flinch at the name and Joyce rubs your arm reassuringly, taking you to the other room to gather some of your stuff to keep you occupied in the bunker.

Learning that Henry was the villain of their story was a hard pill to swallow for you. The Henry they described was not the Henry you knew. Henry was always kind and caring. He showed you the music he liked to listen to when he was younger, he taught you to draw with sticks in the sand and about the different kinds of beetles you could find in different regions of the US. That didn’t match anything they told of the atrocities he’d committed against many innocent lives all for a plan that they had yet to figure out. It took a while and a few trips with Lucas to the hospital to really let it sink in but old habits die hard and you still have to stop yourself from defending him whenever they mention him. Your Henry wouldn’t have killed a bunch of innocent teens and put one in a coma but maybe that Henry didn’t really exist. 

You’re gathering a pair of pajamas and the small stuffed bear Steve had gifted you a few months back into your bag when Joyce addresses you again;

“You okay sweetie? I know it’s still a bit new to you; all this Henry stuff I me-”

“I'm dandy Ms. Joyce! I just hope Janie and Mr. Hop do not get too upset. It makes their colors all frazzled,” You say, voice trying and mildly failing to sound serene. 

Joyce’s eyebrows furrow as she follows you around the room, picking up your small paint container and some rocks from your collection to work on in the bunker. “Colors?” She mumbles to herself but ultimately decides to let it go, if it makes sense to you then it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else, “And honey I told you to call me Joyce and Hop… well, Hop! None of that Ms. and Mr. nonsense, makes us feel old.” Joyce scrunches up her nose and you give pause.

“But Hopper is old…” You say, face twisted in confusion. Joyce stifles a giggle and throws an arm around your shoulder once you have your bag all zipped up, “Don’t tell him that,” She whispers conspiratorially and you both share a giggle. 

Jane is still irritated when you all reach the WSQK station but visibly brightens when she sees all of your friends gathered outside, or most of them at least. 

She runs up to them, grabbing your arm on her way, but slows when she notes the absence of her favorite bard, “Where is Dustin?” She asks the group without fanfare. 

Robin goes to explain before Issy sternly shakes her head signalling her to stop while shes ahead. Robin is the sweetest girl she knew but her anxiety bleeds into her words like a stab wound and tends to spread to everyone else, best to let someone else explain so the girl with superpowers, that are heavily tied to her emotions, doesn’t feel overwhelmed. 

Amaryllis looks to Steve and Lucas, directing them to follow her as she wraps an arm around Jane’s shoulder to usher her inside, “We haven’t been able to get ahold of him yet but it’s probably just his walkie that died. You know how forgetful he is about those damn batteries.” She says placatingly, Steve chiming in with a “You think he would’ve learned.” under his breath to which Issy promptly slaps him for. 

Will jogs to catch up with the group heading back inside, brushing Jane’s flyaways back, “He’ll show up, he always shows up.” 

Mike is left with you and Robin who, realizing she was on her lonesome with this weird dynamic duo, slowly started inching away, mumbling something about trying to reach Dustin again before darting back inside. 

The two of you are left in silence. You, staring at the ground, looking for rocks or worms. Mike, staring at you. 

“Do you wanna- uh- do you wanna go hang on the roof? Not like actually  hang but- like- sitting on.. the… roof…..” He clears his throat, “With me.” 

You stare at him for a long moment almost like you’re trying to read his mind and he’s once again presented with the haunting possibility of that being true.

“Okay.” You say plainly, bouncing your way over to the ladder on the side of the building. 

Mike stands there for a second mumbling a quiet “Okay!” to himself before following. 

There’s a faint clicking sound registering in his ears as he makes his way over and he pauses in his steps trying to hear it clearer. 

Tick, tick, tick

He doesn’t even have to strain his ears anymore to hear it, the sound ringing steadily louder in his ears like it’s drawing nearer.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tic-

“MIKE!”

Your voice shocks him out of the strange trance he entered and his head whips up to see you waving both of your arms ecstatically from the roof, “I AM DOING THE HANG-SIT ON THE ROOF! COME NOW!” You yell to him unnecessarily loud and his cheeks heat up at the thought of the others inside coming out to see what all the commotion is about. 

“I’m coming up!” He yells up, just an octave lower than you and you beam and disappear from the edge. 

Mike looks around the field in front of the WSQK building in wary confusion. 

What the fuck was that?

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new chapter of TWOMS out tomorrow at 8:00 AM EST !! i queued it cause im anxious ☹️

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hello my friends!!!

while I normally try to stay in my lane, I’ve been noticing a concerning trend lately and wanted to put something out there any writers who may not be aware.

There has been a serious uptick in fanfic writers on this app who are putting content behind a pay wall.

While I understand wanting to be compensated for your work, and all the time you put into this hobby, this is a slippery slope.

I have a limited understanding of of copyright law, but I understand enough to know that what you’re doing is illegal.

In fanfic, we are only able to use characters and intellectual property (IP) that doesn’t belong to us because we are posting it for free. By putting it behind a paywall you are now profiting off of someone else’s IP, which is a direct violation of copyright.

There have been multiple lawsuits on this topic, multiple times where fanfiction as a whole has almost been ruined because of authors trying to do this.

A great way around this is a kofi, or other similar apps. Because it is not a direct exchange of goods, it is perfectly legal and safe.

Thank you for humoring me, getting off my pink soap box now. Just be careful, and remember that just because you haven’t had a problem with it yet, doesn’t mean you won’t. It’s always better to be safe than sorry, especially when any legal action taken could have negative effects on the entire fanfic community.

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yall im gen so sorry for the delay. the fanfic writer curse got me. my mom fell and damn near broke a rib the other day and now my whole house is sick with colds. i’m also fighting demons trying not to scrap the fic or make it into a steve harrington fic instead cause i love the plot it’s just writing for mike that’s stumping me 😭😭 but trust i WILL get there. the romance will just be more a subplot than anything

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would yall mind if i took creative liberties with the weirdo on maple street and didn’t strictly follow s5 plot/script. cause im starting to realize part of the reason im in a slump writing it is cause i hate s5 so bad that writing according to the eps is making my head hurt. i HATEE it so i might partially wing it

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Coco butter kisses

| pairing - steve harrington x sinclair!fem!reader

| content - fluff, established relationship, implied black reader but you can imagine she’s adopted and is influenced by black family members, suggestive themes

| wc - 0.4k

| a/n - thought of this after my shower while applying my lotion and thought “wow steve would drool over a yummy smelling girl” so here we are with a lil baby blurb of steve wanting to eat his gf. also i dont know why it keeps labeling it mature but I promise i kept it tv-14

Steve has been waiting for you to finish your shower for what feels like 500 years. Realistically, it’s only been about 30 minutes at most, but that’s still far to long for his liking. He’s a cling-on boyfriend, sue him. 

You finally emerge from your ensuite in the middle of his ruminating on what girls could possibly spend so much time doing in the bathroom on their own and he’s immediately hit with the most mesmerizing scent he’s ever had the pleasure of smelling in his existence. 

“Holy shit. What. Is. That?!”  He asks, lips parted like a cat learning a new scent. 

You startle slightly, looking around yourself trying to figure out what he’s talking about, “What is what,” 

“That smell. What is it,” He says almost monotonous.

Now that concerns you. You and Steve have only been dating for a couple months and while things have never been particularly awkward between you there is always going to be that hurdle of getting used to each others routines. Your particular routine of laying every gourmand scent you have in your arsenal on extra thick after a shower so you can lay in bed and pretend it’s made of cake can definitely be overwhelming for some; Lucas in particular never fails to remind you. 

“Does it smell bad?” You ask, trying to come across nonchalant and slightly defensive but that pinch of insecurity slips through anyway. 

“Bad?!” Steve nearly yells. He’s always had a flair for the dramatics but this seems excessive even for him. He stands from you bed and reaches you in 3 large steps, invading your space without hesitation. He grips your waist with fervor, taking a big sniff from the crook of your neck. 

He groans. Like, actually, audibly groans. 

“Would it be weird if I bit you right now, be honest,” He mumbles, rubbing his nose up and down your pulse point. 

“Steve what the fuck,” You exclaim with no heat, giggles spilling from you as he starts sniffing your collarbone like a bloodhound. 

“Christ, you smell like a bakery, like heaven,” He whines and your body warms at the sound. 

“You keep making noises like that and my parents are gonna think we’re up to no good in here,” You murmur, head tilting on its own accord allowing him to lay sweet kisses to your carotid, and if you feel his tongue peek out occasionally no one has to be the wiser. 

“Baby, I think you’re gonna have to be worried about a lot more than my noises in a minute.

Lay down.”

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THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

| I'll be a killer and a thriller and the 'cause of our death

| pairing- mike wheeler x cryptid!fem!reader

| content - filler chapter, weird nonsensical rambling from reader (weird girl core), lengthy focusing on other character side plots, oc gf for Steve Harrington (It's myself from my ST dr let me be so real with y'all), probably spelling & grammar errors i'm sleepy, not proofread we die like eddie munson

| wc - 2.8k

| a/n - shameless self insert warning SAWRYYY. anywho! this is a filler chap so we can get to the season 5 storyline a few months down the line so I am gonna duffer bros yall and do a time skip next chap. I have no solid plans for this series just a rough outline (that I'm lowk excited about but not so excited to write 😭) so updating will be slow cause I don't want it to be complete dog shit. Also Amaryllis' story will come out as a Steve x reader sometime soon hopefully! I had that planned prior to this one. okay ill stop yapping LOVE YALL

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It took Will about a second and half to leap from his seat and pull everyone out of the room, kindly asking Jane if she could sit with you as he didn’t trust you on your own. 

Mike closes the door behind him and turns to see Will pacing a hole into the floorboards, “Okay, I know that seemed concerning but-”

“But?! There is no “But”, Mike, she saw Vecna,” Will interrupts incredulously, fear clawing at his every atom.

Mike huffs, shaking his head, “We don’t know that-”

Lucas scoffs and Dustin mumbles, “Don’t know many other Henrys that would be taking a stroll down in the hell dimension,” while avoiding eye contact with Mike. 

“So, what? We just declare her evil now and get rid of her?! How do we even know that she knows he’s a bad guy? What-What if it’s, like, mind games or something, like she knows a fake version of him,” Mike pleads, knowing he sounds insane sticking up for a girl they just met, who had been pulled from the literal underworld no less.

Will rolls his eyes but goes quiet at that. He knows first hand how these monsters get into your head and change things around, making you feel like you’re losing your mind. To her credit, she did seem quite innocent, looking around the room in wonder like it was her first time ever seeing light. Maybe it would be wise to give her the benefit of the doubt but Will also knows better than anyone that people don’t always appear as they are, willingly or not. 

“I’m just saying we should be cautious. We haven’t seen Vecna since you’re sister fried him but I don’t think he’s the type to just give up because of a 1st degree burn,” Will relents, looking at all the boys with a healthy dose of caution. Dustin and Lucas both nod, agreeing with his sentiment but staying quiet as they recall what also happened the day Vecna disappeared.

Hopper appears around the corner, face solemn and expectant which seems to be his perpetual resting state recently, “Well?”

They all stare at him with varying levels of disinterest and confusion.

Hopper sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “The girl?!” he all but yells, and the boys jump into action all sputtering out answers. 

“One at a time, Jesus,” Jim sighs, once again contemplating how this became his life. 

“She’s in there, with Jane,” Dustin says and Hopper raises a brow at the name, “We thought it best to not leave her unattended in case she tried to do something nefarious,” the boy grins, aware but unbothered by the odd stares he’s receiving. 

“There’s also something we should tell you,” Will looks to Mike who nods in reluctant confirmation. 

“We should probably make it a group announcement,” Mike sighs, he looks to Lucas who claps him on the shoulder, “Maybe you should stay here with her, still need someone to make sure she doesn’t do anything “nefarious”,” The Sinclair boy jests towards Dustin who wastes no time flipping him off and retrieving Jane. 

When she walks out of the room she almost seems upset to be leaving the other girl. It’s been a bit since Max was hospitalized and Jane no doubt feels the loss of her best friend like an open wound. Dustin looks at her, analyzing her expression, before wrapping an arm around her shoulder to bring her back to the main room.  Whispering in her ear all the while, soft assurances the others aren’t privy to. Hopper stares after them for a moment, looking to the rest of the party for answers and sighing when they all just give dubious shrugs and push him to follow the other two. 

Mike reenters the office to see you sitting in the same seat only now you have a stapler and piece of paper riddled with staples. He figures you had asked El about the strange contraption and, in her excitement of finally being the one teaching rather than learning, let you go crazy with the office supplies. 

It was a sweet thought; the girl he taught the meaning of friendship to getting to pass that knowledge down to someone so similarly scared and confused. It’s nice to know he could help, even by association. 

“Hey. They’re just going to talk, boring adult stuff and whatnot, so I thought I’d stay and keep you company,” Mike says, attempting to appear chipper though you remain wide eyed and nearly emotionless. 

There’s silence for a beat. Mike expects nothing more; assuming, like El, you have very limited knowledge of the English language. He’s learning that you aren’t just a one trick pony when it comes to surprises, 

“Are they upset because of Henry?” You ask, neither upset nor inquisitive, just plain as if the answer doesn’t concern you much one way or another. 

Mike’s eyes widen in shock before he unsuccessfully fixes his face, “Uh- no! I mean why would you think that,” He asks urgently, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“I saw your faces when I said his name. And I felt it. Your fear. Do you know Henry?” You ask serenely, eyes zeroing in on his own and Mike almost feels like you’re attempting to hypnotize him. 

“It-It’s complicated. Vecn- Henry,” He corrects himself, “He’s… made things a bit difficult for us. How-um- how do you know him,” he tries to carefully select his words. Mike can be oblivious but he’s not stupid and making an enemy out of some who could be Vecna’s minion when she’s right in front of him seems pretty fucking stupid. 

You continue playing with the stapler for a long and moment and Mike figures you just haven’t heard him. He goes to repeat the question a bit slower when you speak up, “They speak with me sometimes. My vines. They tell me stories. Stories, stories, stories. Do you know stories?” You place the stapler down and rise so abruptly Mike actually flinches. 

“Uh… yeah I like stories… I guess? Did you hear my question though? I mean– I don’t mean to badger you or anything but, like, it’s kinda important-” The brunette rambles, trying to track you from his seat but you seemed to have gained a second wind and are now jumping from one end of the room to the other, checking out all the trinkets. 

“Henry tells me stories like the vines. Just like my vines, but a little different. I like the ones where the book closes at the end, you know?” Mike did not know, but your voice was soft and almost echoey so he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “The story in the desert with the boy and the big bad wolf and the pretty gem in the magic cave. My favorite. The wolf can’t keep pretty things precious for long, the flowers told me that.”

‘She’s absolutely fucking insane. She’s so gorgeous but shes fucking crazy, Oh my God’ Is all that’s running through Mike’s head at the moment, mouth agape, just mindlessly nodding at the absolute nonsense streaming from your lips. He resigns himself to sit in silence with you until someone comes to get the both of you since questions seem to be getting him further from any actual answers. 

Back in the main room, Will has just finished telling everyone what you had told them. Demogorgons being docile and coming across Henry Creel without being rearranged. This is– 

“Bonkers! This is absolutely fucking bonkers!” Steve Harrington yells as he paces the floor. Joyce scolds him for his language and Amaryllis, Steve’s emotional support girlfriend tries to keep him from fainting. 

“Steve, baby, we have to calm down. If not for your sake for mine. You are stressing me the fuck out,” The redhead pleads but promptly shuts up when Joyce sends her a stern glare. 

Safe to say no one is really taking the news well. 

“What are we supposed to do with her? It’s not like we can very well go up to the military and say “Hey we found this girl while we were infiltrating your super secret operation into the super secret monster realm you all frequent like we’ve been doing for the past two months! And we were wondering if you could like call child protective services or something and if we can trust you to not experiment on her, because we all know how you love child experimentation, thanks so much! Oh, also! If she says anything about a guy named Henry who is supposed to be dead, and not just cause we snuck into the aforementioned monster realm right before the world split in fourths like a deep dish pizza and lit him on fire, but because he was said to have died in a FAMILY ANNIHILATION committed by his FATHER in the FIFTIES  be sure to to let us know. Thanks!” Robin is left panting after using up every scrap of air she had left in her lungs. The group stares at her in bewilderment.

“We aren’t going to the military,” Nancy says rather unhelpfully.

“That’s all you got from that?! Right thanks, Nance, for the reassurance,” Robin says sarcastically and Nancy gives her a tight smile with a little too much warmth in her eyes  to really make an impact. 

“Why doesn’t Steve just take her? He’s got that big ass house all to himself and we all know how super he is with kids,” Dustin says dryly.

Steve looks mildly offended at the snark but he couldn’t be too affronted as he was just happy Dustin spoke to him– or about him– unprompted. 

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve says, hands on his hips and Amaryllis smiles conspiratorially, “Stevie’s no longer taking applications for new children. He’s got his six lil nuggies, don’t ya Steve?” She grins up at him, ducking around him to give Robin a high five. Call it a touch of cabin fever but Robin and Issy have found their new favorite pass time to be making Steve as embarrassed as humanly possible. Robin says her goal is to get his face to a nice shade of brick red. 

“Okay, everyone shut up,” Hopper groans, already regretting his next words, “She’ll stay with me and El. The military can’t know about her so it wouldn’t be safe for her to stay with any of you anyways. You’re all already on high surveillance and as far as they know I’m dead and El is missing, we can add a girl who doesn’t exist to our little circus troupe, What’s one more supernatural kid, right?” He looks to Joyce who gives him a pitying smile and nod. 

“And what about her connection to Vecna? Surely that can’t be safe having her hang around El– Jane. We all know how much he has it out for her,” Jonathan says, he’s been trying to call her by her birth name ever since California, knowing how inhumane she had felt during that time he thought maybe making an effort to not call her by her lab number would help her feel more like a girl and not a monster.

“There’s not much we can do about that, and we aren’t sure what the “connection” with Vecna really entails. For all we know she could’ve been running from him and that’s how she knows about him. We will figure it out but for now we go home, get some rest, keep our heads down and ears perked, and regroup later in the week to map out our next route,” Hopper says, leaving no room for argument. 

A look around the room shows they are less than convinced but no one is willing to argue with him when he gets like this, well no one but Joyce. There’s nothing left to say really, so with that Lucas stands with a huff to go knock on the office door, Will trailing him so they can update Mike. 

You come out of the room, still looking around with wonder, when Jane grabs your arm and explains the situation to you, “-and we train everyday, from 1 o’clock pm to 5 o’clock pm because that’s when we start to lose light. I would like to train for longer but Hop says I will get burned,” She says solemnly. 

“Burnt out, Jane!” Hopper yells from the other room. Jane nods emphatically as if she had said that the whole time. 

You give her a smile, fangs and all, and she melts and buzzes at the same time, overly excited to have another girl around and maybe even someone to train with. 

Hopper calls you two over as Amaryllis makes her way towards Lucas to ask if he needs a ride home as they live next to each other. He shakes his head as he gives her a hug, “Nah, I gotta make a stop so I’ll just use my bike,” He gives a terse smile and she looks at him understandingly. She motions to him to give her a second before going over to Steve and speaking quietly with him. Steve nods and pulls her in for a loving kiss, one hand on her waist, the other gripping the back of her neck. They break apart and he twirls a coil of her hair around his finger while they say their goodbyes.

Lucas has too look away before the lump in his throat is too hard to swallow. She makes it back over to him and say she’s going to go with him to the hospital, he tries to deny but it’s pointless. Lily has always been able to read people like a book, he always thought maybe that was another power of hers but she staunchly denies it claiming that knowing him is like breathing. 

They take their leave and everyone waves goodbye. Mike comes over to try talk with you before you leave but El is still talking your ear off. Every time he tries to cut in she gives him a strong glare before returning back to the conversation, which as of right now is very one-sided, not that you mind. Finally, Dustin pulls her away and she happily bounces over to him. It was sweet the way she could so easily pull a smile from him.

He’s been so grumpy lately and no one can really blame him but it is disheartening when one of your closest friends is hurting so badly, so visibly, and you aren’t able to  help. But Jane helps. Even if she doesn’t know it, you can see so clearly how he lights up around her even if only slightly. She rambles on, bubbly as ever, and he stands there with a tiny smile nodding in all the right places.

Hopper looks at them and feels that protective prickle rise in his chest before he pushes it down. He trusts his not-so little girl, even when it’s difficult to follow through. Besides, Dustin has always been his favorite. 

Mike looks at you, suddenly at a loss for words now that he has the opportunity to speak them, and you just look back at him with that soft grin and wide eyes like you’re seeing everything in technicolor.

“So, I know that you have to go and everything but– uh– maybe you could tell me that story sometime? The one with the desert and the gem and the wolf and stuff? I didn’t really understand but it sounded cool! And I make stories sometimes too– well not really. They’re called campaigns and you have to act them out and make choices and stuff so it’s kind of like a story but more of a game. Not the point. The point is, maybe I can show you my stories after you tell me some of yours… maybe. I dunno it’s stupid-” Mike rambles nervously. 

“Do your stories have flowers?” You ask abruptly.

Mike blinks, “Uh– I mean they.. Could? Like, if you want them to I gue-”

“Okay! I’ll like your stories. I’ll tell you mine about the pirate in the woods! They loot and have no one to have tea parties with! Very sad…” You pause for a second almost like you’re ruminating on the angst of the situation before you perk up with a hum and wave before walking in a slow zigzag over to Hopper and El. 

Belatedly, Mike lifts his hand in a wave, “Uh- b-bye! Shit. Pirate tea parties?” he mumbles to himself in confusion, trying to make any sense of you. You might just be the weirdest girl he ever did meet.

Will is a few paces behind him and looks on with a wince, deciding against saving him from himself as his mother calls him. He is so gonna tell Lucas about this tomorrow; Mike Wheeler totally has a crush.

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THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

MASTERLIST

playlist !

the problem brought it's own solution

I'll be a killer and a thriller and the 'cause of our death

there’s a rhythm to create

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Could you do a s5 mike Wheeler fic where reader is lowkey a cryptid from the upside down, she falls somewhere between creepy, uncanny valley, and cutsey/girly, and shes kind of adopted by the party, but she feels drawn to like, bonus points if she sneaks up on him and scares him or he finds her attention just a bit Unnerving and endearing wy the same time. Could be smut, if your uncomfortable with that it's no pressure, its all the same to me

Thank you (⌒‿⌒)

The Weirdo on Maple Street

| pairing- mike wheeler x cryptid!fem!reader

| content - minimal dialogue, Mike Wheeler has no concept of social cues (but it's okay cause like you're literally barely human), m*rray mention, not proofread, author is lowkenuinely not doing too hot

| wc - 1.1k

| a/n - I didn't really know how to execute this so I hope this is okay! I'm not the best at the creepy sorta whimsy i'm very on the loony lovegood side but i tried my best to channel lottie matthews 🙏🏾

They had found you on one of the crawls; or rather Hopper did. 

It was one of their first crawls, back when they were still learning the ropes and adjusting to this new reality, when Hopper had found you hidden in what could barely classify as the treehouse in the Bainbridge’s backyard. Ashen and shivering, and scarily human considering the circumstances. 

Jim Hopper was a deeply mistrusting guy but he wasn’t a monster so he managed to, very reluctantly, smuggle her back to the rightside up.

The group, despite all the horrors they had seen throughout the years, had never been more aghast. 

Her eyes stared, wide and unblinking, at the group, in a way that should have been wholly unnerving but something in her demeanor curbed it. She looked…sweet. Big eyes and a hollow frame was realistically all that she was but it felt like more; like she was more. She stared at them all like she could see through them, picking them apart without ever saying a word and yet it didn’t feel like a threat but rather a quiet curiosity. 

They tried asking her what her name was, how she got to the upside down, anything to explain how she survived in a place where the ground can swallow you up if you step on it wrong and yet they got nothing. Hopper was beyond frustrated and Murray was suggesting less than kind ways to find out what they needed to know which Joyce staunchly denied.

The teens decided to take her to another room while the adults discussed more on what to do with the strange girl they found. Dustin was spewing a hundred questions a second, more alive than the party had seen him in months. Jane gave a slight smile at that before returning her attention towards the girl who she felt a sort of kinship with already. She was also a strange girl found in a strange way by this strange group of people with no real knowledge of how anything or anyone operated so she can understand more than anyone how she feels. 

Mike was less accepting. Sitting in the office Robin and Steve had set up for themselves at WSQK, the boy was staring holes into the new– girl? Creature? Being?- into her head. He wasn’t upset really, just confused. They’d been hunting Vecna for a little under 3 months now and there had never been any other signs of life besides the occasional demogorgon or bat and now here you come with your unsettling aura, gaunt face, pretty eyes–

Pause. 

Okay, objectively, you are gorgeous but in a creepy doll in the attic type of way. He could understand the appeal but is wise enough to stay away. Or he would be wise enough to stay away if he were any other person.

“So, how’d you survive down there really? I mean we’ve been dealing with this place for years and most of the time we’re lucky if we make it out alive, some of us didn’t.” He pointedly avoids eye contact with Dustin at that as Jane and Will share a look of apprehension. Everyone knows how Mike can get, He’s stubborn and brutal when we wants to be, and they’re all still trying to decide if this is a situation to be handled with care. 

She looks at them all for a moment, stock still and silent, and Mike gears up to ask another, likely insensitive, question before she speaks up, “The wild ones protect.”

They all look around in confusion, wondering if this was some odd riddle they had to solve. Lucas takes one for the team and asks, “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Her eyes snap towards him so quickly it looks almost looks fake, like a badly edited video, and Lucas visibly flinches. She parts her lips and lets out faint clicking sounds that sound almost identical to the demogorgons and it sets almost all of them on edge. Dustin looks oddly excited at this revelation and Mike is staring at her in thinly veiled wonder. 

“Holy shit,”  He exclaims quietly, “S-So the demogorgons, they protected you?”

She nods, smiling for the first time tonight and they all catch a glimpse of her little fangs making divots in her bottom lip, tiny dimples forming like small buttons on the edges of her lips.m She makes the clicking noises again staring straight at Mike, her sunken eyes brightening and boring right into his. The others are a tad scared, the implications of the demogorgons protecting the weird girl they found in the place that is the spawning point of all their misery are suboptimal. But Mike? Mike is entranced. She’s dangerous, there’s no question about that, and he’s almost positive that she has some sort of supernatural abilities, basing this assumption on nothing but feeling, but Gods is she captivating. Like a siren whose sole goal in life is to lure in and rip men like him to shreds, he’s teetering on the edge of letting her if that means that he can understand whatever she’s made of better. 

“Have you ever seen anyone else down there?” Will tries to ask but she only stares at him and he thinks he sees a faint recognition glint in her eyes but it’s gone before anyone can make anything of it.

Will gestures to Mike to say something seeing as he’s the only one she’s responded to and he nods quickly, turning back to her and repeating the question. 

She thinks for a moment, brows furrowed, before pointing at him with a questioning look on her face. 

“No, no, not-not me but, like, some like me… human-adjacent?” He says unsurely, trying to tamp down the heat in his cheeks as he hears Dustin groan behind him and the distinct sound of Lucas scrubbing his face frustratedly. 

“Like..you,” She manages slowly and Mike damn near jumps out his seat in his fervor.

“Yes! Yes, like me. Not me, but like me. Have you every come across anyone like that down there? He leans forward, elbows on his knees in anticipation.

She’s quiet for a second, trying to gather her thoughts, still staring blankly at all of them and Will shifts in his seat nervously, almost on the verge of asking Jane if there’s a possibility she could be reading their minds. He looks to Mike to see if he’s also feeling unnerved only to find him with the most awestruck look on his face and he has to actively stop himself from rolling his eyes back too hard in annoyance; what is with this guy and strange girls?

Before he can ponder on the question too long he feels a slight prickle on the back of his neck, not quite as bad as when Vecna or the Mindflayer is in company but enough to notice. He raises his hand to the back of his neck, brows furrowed in confused trepidation, as he looks up to the peculiar girl and her next words, in all their innocence, make them all freeze in terror,

“Henry.”  

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working on a part two as we speak

[heavenlyletters]

Will there be a pt.2 of 'The Weirdo On Maple Street' ???

there probably will be i just have to like figure out what im gonna do with it cause i had no definitive idea i just kinda did whatever 😭😭 im also a bit busy rn with school and everything so fics might come a bit slower 🫤

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before this acct gets anymore traction i feel like i should say that i LOVEEE the lgbtq+, i dont condone death in any form but i also dont sympathize with pseudo n*zis, free palestine, free sudan, free congo, freedom of speech, freedom of religion, anti censorship, anti capitalism, anti billionaires, FUCK AI, if you’re not hurting anyone it’s not my business.

there’s probably more but you get the gist. do with this what you will ! love yall 🥰😘

[heavenlyletters]

Could you do a s5 mike Wheeler fic where reader is lowkey a cryptid from the upside down, she falls somewhere between creepy, uncanny valley, and cutsey/girly, and shes kind of adopted by the party, but she feels drawn to like, bonus points if she sneaks up on him and scares him or he finds her attention just a bit Unnerving and endearing wy the same time. Could be smut, if your uncomfortable with that it's no pressure, its all the same to me

Thank you (⌒‿⌒)

The Weirdo on Maple Street

| the problem brought it's own solution

| pairing- mike wheeler x cryptid!fem!reader

| content - minimal dialogue, Mike Wheeler has no concept of social cues (but it's okay cause like you're literally barely human), m*rray mention, not proofread, author is lowkenuinely not doing too hot

| wc - 1.1k

| a/n - I didn't really know how to execute this so I hope this is okay! I'm not the best at the creepy sorta whimsy i'm very on the loony lovegood side but i tried my best to channel lottie matthews 🙏🏾

masterlist

They had found you on one of the crawls; or rather Hopper did. 

It was one of their first crawls, back when they were still learning the ropes and adjusting to this new reality, when Hopper had found you hidden in what could barely classify as the treehouse in the Bainbridge’s backyard. Ashen and shivering, and scarily human considering the circumstances. 

Jim Hopper was a deeply mistrusting guy but he wasn’t a monster so he managed to, very reluctantly, smuggle her back to the rightside up.

The group, despite all the horrors they had seen throughout the years, had never been more aghast. 

Her eyes stared, wide and unblinking, at the group, in a way that should have been wholly unnerving but something in her demeanor curbed it. She looked…sweet. Big eyes and a hollow frame was realistically all that she was but it felt like more; like she was more. She stared at them all like she could see through them, picking them apart without ever saying a word and yet it didn’t feel like a threat but rather a quiet curiosity. 

They tried asking her what her name was, how she got to the upside down, anything to explain how she survived in a place where the ground can swallow you up if you step on it wrong and yet they got nothing. Hopper was beyond frustrated and Murray was suggesting less than kind ways to find out what they needed to know which Joyce staunchly denied.

The teens decided to take her to another room while the adults discussed more on what to do with the strange girl they found. Dustin was spewing a hundred questions a second, more alive than the party had seen him in months. Jane gave a slight smile at that before returning her attention towards the girl who she felt a sort of kinship with already. She was also a strange girl found in a strange way by this strange group of people with no real knowledge of how anything or anyone operated so she can understand more than anyone how she feels. 

Mike was less accepting. Sitting in the office Robin and Steve had set up for themselves at WSQK, the boy was staring holes into the new– girl? Creature? Being?- into her head. He wasn’t upset really, just confused. They’d been hunting Vecna for a little under 3 months now and there had never been any other signs of life besides the occasional demogorgon or bat and now here you come with your unsettling aura, gaunt face, pretty eyes–

Pause. 

Okay, objectively, you are gorgeous but in a creepy doll in the attic type of way. He could understand the appeal but is wise enough to stay away. Or he would be wise enough to stay away if he were any other person.

“So, how’d you survive down there really? I mean we’ve been dealing with this place for years and most of the time we’re lucky if we make it out alive, some of us didn’t.” He pointedly avoids eye contact with Dustin at that as Jane and Will share a look of apprehension. Everyone knows how Mike can get, He’s stubborn and brutal when we wants to be, and they’re all still trying to decide if this is a situation to be handled with care. 

She looks at them all for a moment, stock still and silent, and Mike gears up to ask another, likely insensitive, question before she speaks up, “The wild ones protect.”

They all look around in confusion, wondering if this was some odd riddle they had to solve. Lucas takes one for the team and asks, “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Her eyes snap towards him so quickly it looks almost looks fake, like a badly edited video, and Lucas visibly flinches. She parts her lips and lets out faint clicking sounds that sound almost identical to the demogorgons and it sets almost all of them on edge. Dustin looks oddly excited at this revelation and Mike is staring at her in thinly veiled wonder. 

“Holy shit,”  He exclaims quietly, “S-So the demogorgons, they protected you?”

She nods, smiling for the first time tonight and they all catch a glimpse of her little fangs making divots in her bottom lip, tiny dimples forming like small buttons on the edges of her lips.m She makes the clicking noises again staring straight at Mike, her sunken eyes brightening and boring right into his. The others are a tad scared, the implications of the demogorgons protecting the weird girl they found in the place that is the spawning point of all their misery are suboptimal. But Mike? Mike is entranced. She’s dangerous, there’s no question about that, and he’s almost positive that she has some sort of supernatural abilities, basing this assumption on nothing but feeling, but Gods is she captivating. Like a siren whose sole goal in life is to lure in and rip men like him to shreds, he’s teetering on the edge of letting her if that means that he can understand whatever she’s made of better. 

“Have you ever seen anyone else down there?” Will tries to ask but she only stares at him and he thinks he sees a faint recognition glint in her eyes but it’s gone before anyone can make anything of it.

Will gestures to Mike to say something seeing as he’s the only one she’s responded to and he nods quickly, turning back to her and repeating the question. 

She thinks for a moment, brows furrowed, before pointing at him with a questioning look on her face. 

“No, no, not-not me but, like, some like me… human-adjacent?” He says unsurely, trying to tamp down the heat in his cheeks as he hears Dustin groan behind him and the distinct sound of Lucas scrubbing his face frustratedly. 

“Like..you,” She manages slowly and Mike damn near jumps out his seat in his fervor.

“Yes! Yes, like me. Not me, but like me. Have you every come across anyone like that down there? He leans forward, elbows on his knees in anticipation.

She’s quiet for a second, trying to gather her thoughts, still staring blankly at all of them and Will shifts in his seat nervously, almost on the verge of asking Jane if there’s a possibility she could be reading their minds. He looks to Mike to see if he’s also feeling unnerved only to find him with the most awestruck look on his face and he has to actively stop himself from rolling his eyes back too hard in annoyance; what is with this guy and strange girls?

Before he can ponder on the question too long he feels a slight prickle on the back of his neck, not quite as bad as when Vecna or the Mindflayer is in company but enough to notice. He raises his hand to the back of his neck, brows furrowed in confused trepidation, as he looks up to the peculiar girl and her next words, in all their innocence, make them all freeze in terror,

“Henry.”  

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