pinkbubblegumgirl

[pissylivvie]

spidey!mike wheeler x reader hcs

synopsis: headcanons of what mike’s journey as spider-man would be like when he’s terrible at keeping secrets from you

contents: established relationship, reader lives with mike, no use of y/n, mike is bad at lying, pet names, kissing, fluff, comfort no hurt

notes: i’m back bitches

𓂃۶ৎ more below the cut!

spidey!mike who suddenly starts acting weird one day. sure, he’s always a little clumsy and words fly out of his mouth too fast, but it’s gotten to a point where it’s almost comical. like the change happened overnight.

spidey!mike who doesn’t know his own strength. he’s grown up weak and lanky his entire life. i don’t think he’s even seen inside a gym. so it takes some adjusting when all of a sudden he can open jars with ease, crush a mug if he sets it down too hard, or even splinter the doorframe if he slams the door in anger.

spidey!mike who seems to have a separate sense that gets set off by you.

— for example, he just so happens to see you walking on the street one day, presumably heading home after a long day of work. it’s dark out, and he’s swinging across the high city skyline. he shouldn’t have been able to see you, but his senses seemingly told him to drop down that very second. as if his subconscious just knew you were there.

spidey!mike who tries to subtly ask you what you think of spiderman.

— “what do you think about that, uh… spider-dude?”

— “spider-man? the one on the news? he’s alright. i think he’s biting off more than he can chew with all the crime in our city.” he doesn’t do much more to respond than nod.

spidey!mike who tries to keep it a secret from you for as long as he can, but the only person he’s lying to is himself. his excuses are terrible—since when has he ever gone for a walk? why does he have a project due every three days all of a sudden? why does he come back with bruises every other night?

spidey!mike who fucks up majorly when he forgets that he washed his suit that morning and left it in the dryer. imagine your shock when it’s your turn to unload the dryer, and a very high quality, very real spiderman suit sits in your hands.

— when mike gets home that day, he finds you waiting for him at the door, a sweet smile on your face with your hands clasped behind your back. what a sweet surprise. he leans in to give you a greeting kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, and his entire body freezes when he feels the fabric of his suit behind your back.

— “…whatcha got there?” he’d gulp nervously. deny, deny, deny.

— “oh, i dunno, babe, you didn’t tell me you were planning on dressing up as spiderman for halloween.” mike may be dense, but he knows you, and he knows that tone. he’s been found out, sooner rather than later. “it’s a little early to be planning though, don’t you think?”

spidey!mike who begs and pleads for forgiveness when you start talking his ear off about safety and recklessness and why on earth he feels like he needs to be the hero.

— like, literally on his knees, hands clasped together as his apology comes out more like word vomit.

— “i’m sorry, i was planning on telling you, i just didn’t know how. it’s not exactly easy to say.”

— “i’m careful, i swear! and i heal faster than normal humans anyway.”

— “i know i’m not invincible—i’m not trying to be a hero, i’m just trying to help the city out a little, y’know? i mean, you’re always going on and on about how you wish it was a little safer.”

— “just don’t tell anyone, please? it’s bad enough that you know. i didn’t mean for you to find out this way, please, baby, i promise.”

spidey!mike who comes home every night nearly bursting at the seams, anxious to tell you about everything that happened while on patrol.

spidey!mike who will protest when you fuss over the cuts and scrapes on his body, swatting your hand away (gently, he’s learned to control his strength by now) when you poke at one of his bruises.

spidey!mike who is the most docile when he comes home after a rough night of patrol. you can count on one hand the times you’ve sat in silence with mike, but they increase exponentially once you find out about his alter ego.

spidey!mike who becomes very, very empathetic to spiders.

— “why can’t i just squish it?” you’d huff out in frustration and mild fear at the spider climbing up the walls of your room.

— “that’s a living thing! it-it has a family! when did you become so heartless?”

— “you used to make me kill spiders for you, dumbass.”

spidey!mike who preens whenever you fawn over his newfound sleeper build. if you weren’t a handsy person before, you definitely are now. your hands seem to naturally gravitate towards his arms, trailing up his biceps and squeezing with all your might; you know you can’t hurt him. he manages to keep his face stoic, just barely. but the way his ears turn as red as his suit clearly indicate how he’s feeling.

spidey!mike who loves to show off his strength. he’ll pick you up with more ease than before, lifting you off the couch with one arm to make room for himself. he’ll open jars for you one handed; you didn’t even know that was possible.

spidey!mike who is overjoyed that he has someone to share his secret with, but lays awake at night praying to whatever god is out there that you won’t come into harm’s way because of him.

[pinkbubblegumgirl]

training wheels || mike wheeler x reader

( pt.1 here! )

summary: post breakup with mike wheeler

warnings: angst, kissing, swearing, partying, maybe slight fluff idk

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i highly recommend listening to the song listed above, it does make the reading experience better!! i also got this as inspo from the draco malfoy fics even though ive never read them!! hope you enjoy :) !!

the hoodie lands in mikes lap before he snaps out of his derealization and realizes what he just did,

he gets up and walks up the stairs looking for you

but, by the time he gets to the stairs, the front door is closed and you're nowhere in sight

 

two weeks pass and you start to distract yourself more and more from what happened with mike, you start going to parties, hanging out with your friends more often, and going to lucas' basketball games whenever they were scheduled.

you’re not completely over him of course, but it’s better to distract yourself than to dwell on it, so when steve invited you and max to a party, you didn’t turn down the offer

you had a strong feeling mike would be there, not cause he regularly goes to parties, (cause he definitely doesn’t.), but because the party plus the older kids figured out what was going on between the two of you and probably decided to invite both of you to erase the tension

at the doorstep of steve’s house, you could hear the music pouring out of the house

you weren’t late, but you weren’t early either.

you arrived at the perfect time, the party was in full swing now.

you rang the doorbell and to your surprise will answered it almost immediately

“omg y/n! you made it!!” will smiles before embracing you in a hug

he pulls you into the house where you find max and robin and sit with them, taking the empty seat beside max

before you knew it, it had been nearly an hour of you guys chatting and making jokes

conversations have shifted from one side of the room to the other, and more empty beverage cans piled up on the coffee table in front of you, max and robin

you were laughing at a joke max had just made, until you saw robins smile fade and her eyes shift to something behind you and then you turn around

“y/n, can we talk please?”

it was mike, his weight was shifting from his left leg to his right, you could tell he was nervous but you stayed silent

“no mike. i think you made it super clear that you didn’t want to talk, remember?”

“please y/n.” you could sense his vulnerability just by the tone in his voice, his eyes were doe-like and that used to be your favorite thing about him.

you sighed, knowing you were about to cave. you grabbed your purse, got up from the couch, and grabbed his wrist to pull him outside

immediately after the door closes you turn around and drop his wrist out of your hand

he was dressed in the very same sweater that you had been wearing that night and it made something in you shiver, maybe it was the tank top that you were wearing against the cold winter air outside or it was the memory attached to the sweater

“what mike?” your voice is sharper than you intended but you couldn’t care any less now, your hands are on opposite elbows attempting to keep yourself warmer

“can you let me explain?”

“explain what?” you raise your eyebrows “explain how you stopped talking to me for a month or how you somehow didn’t mean it.. you had plenty of time to take it back, but you do it when i’m having a good time with my friends trying to leave it all in the past.”

the tears start to well up in your eyes again, but this time you can’t control them; they flow out instantaneously, and you can't seem to wipe them away fast enough for mike to not notice. you are overwhelmed with the same feeling you felt that night two weeks ago.

“y/n. it’s okay.”

you looked up at him, giving him a look on your face that says ‘what is wrong with you?’

“whatever mike, i don’t need your pity reassurance, explain if you really feel like it.”

you turn away from the front porch and begin walking towards the street, your hands are still on your elbows, and you regret even giving him the chance to explain himself

“i was angry, i was tired, i was-“

you turn around and you cut him off immediately, not wanting to hear the lies anymore

“bullshit mike, you were honest not angry. you said everything with full honesty and trust me i know when you're lying.” you’re practically screaming at him now

“that’s so unfair y/n”

“i’m confused mike..” you looked down at the floor before turning up your head to look back at him.

you started walking closer towards him and you see him look from your eyes to your mouth but you ignore it

“what’s your definition of unfair!? is it fair that you shut me out and when i started to notice you were becoming more distanced and then denied it and said it was exhausting to love me?”

your vision was blurry and your voice was cracking with every word you said

“i didn’t mean to say that y/n, and you know that!!” his eyes began to collect tears too.

“i’ve missed you okay?” he wipes his tears with his sleeve and moves his hand to yours in an attempt to hold it

you instantly swipe your hand away and leave it to rest at your side

“don’t touch me mike.”

“it’s true.”

you shake your head from side to side while tears

drop down your face, trying to persuade yourself that he’s been lying this entire time

you put your hands on his shoulders.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?.” your voice trembles. “why didn’t you wait for two weeks to tell me?”

“i didn’t know how else to explain it but after thinking about it.. it was like learning how to ride a bike, you know?”

“not really actually.. but go on.” you look at him waiting for his response

“okay so..” he moves his hand through his hair “you helped me a lot and i started to rely on you.. a lot. but i didn’t want it to be like that.. i took off the training wheels before i was ready.”

“and i crashed.”

for once mike wasn’t telling you an excuse or a lie, he was being genuine and you could see it in his eyes

you searched them before you leaned in.

before he knew it your lips were on his.

as soon as the both of you connected your lips, he pulled you into a hug and you could feel the warmth of his tears falling from his eyes to his mouth, tasting them slightly.

you guys finally pull back.

“i missed you so much y/n.” his eyes still watering, he unzips the sweater off of himself and wraps it around you.

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[pinkbubblegumgirl]

tears on your sleeves || mike wheeler x reader

summary: in which, mike no longer has time for reader (takes place s4), alt universe and mileven nor byler happened

warnings: angst

wc: 0.8k

you sat on the floor of the wheeler’s basement, the lighting was warm, the rain was drumming onto the windows, and your thoughts were overflowing out and over your brain

this is the first time you’d been over to mikes house in what seemed like a lifetime, and this time it felt different, for the first time, you had felt out of place in your second home

you asked him if you could come over, it had been a whole month of him not reaching out, not speaking to you at school, none of the above.

mike sat beside you on the floor, quiet and zoning out in the same way you were, the last words he said to you were at the door when you first arrived and even then, it was a simple greeting, nothing special.

ending both the silence and the tension you call his name as you stay looking at the wallpaper surrounding the basement

“mike.”

“what y/n?”

this wasn’t mikes usual way of responding, he would always reply in a yes but frankly, things have been off with the both of you for a couple weeks so you just brushed it off

“what’s going on with you? why has it been literally one month since we’ve hung out and even now you are hardly speaking to me?”

you feel the tears begin to well in your eyes but you stay consistent in making sure not even a droplet falls

you shift your body and head to look at mike and his face, he’s still staring at the wall but this time he’s furrowing his eyebrows and you can tell he’s genuinely thinking of what to say, now you hear the rain drumming against the window more intensely than before

you grab your bag that was sitting right on top of the couch, stand up from where you were sitting, and begin to walk towards the stairs.

mike didn’t shift once.

the tears start to fall and you know you did in everything in your power to hold them back, it just wasn’t enough.

“mike you spend more than three days playing d&d with your club, yet you can’t find a single day for us to just hangout together.”

your throat is tight and your voice is shaky with voice cracks, you put your right foot on the first step of the stair case, entirely done with the lack of conversation

“yea y/n, sorry that i have a hobby. maybe you should get one too i don’t know? but why do you always blame me?”

you scoff before you draw away from the staircase and unhurriedly turn towards him, wiping your tears before he could see that he got to you but still, he’s turned to the wall blankly staring.

“wow. okay.”

the folds on your forehead crinkle similar to how his did earlier, taken aback from the words he just spoke to you

“everything has to turn into an argument with you, we can’t talk normally without you lashing out!” his voice is louder this time and it bounces off all four walls

you can’t help but laugh to yourself a little

“my gosh mike” you giggle, your voice still frail, your face goes completely flat except for the mocking smile that you couldn’t hold back even if you tried. “do you even hear yourself right now? my god.. your projecting so bad.”

“see. argument.” mike replies without shifting a single bone in his body

“i’m quite literally not arguing in the slightest. im trying to figure out what’s wrong mike. why cant you just relax and tell me?”

“why do you care so much? why are you so clingy? have you ever been asked that y/n?”

you let out yet another shaky breath.

he pauses for a brief moment trying not to let it all out

“i’m exhausted y/n!! being with you, it’s exhausting.”

your voice is shakier than ever.

“…what?…..”

you feel the tears hastily drip down your face again, they go from your eyes to your chin within one to two seconds, you feel the saltiness of the tears brush past your lips and trickle down your chin

your still standing at the very end of the staircase, your just more vulnerable at this point

“i-i mean, if that’s how you really feel, then-“

you cut yourself off before you could say too much

“never mind.. i think i’m gonna go.”

you wait a moment to see if he will eventually take it back

he doesn’t.

you wipe your tears off your face with the sleeves of his jacket that he lended to you.

“here mike.” you begin to walk towards him and away from the stairs, you take off the hoodie and lightly toss it at him. “take your hoodie, i don’t wanna be another burden on your life by taking your clothes.”

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i will probably make a pt.2 !! ik i said the same thing w the other one… but hey!! 🤫🤫🤫, also pls req if you have any ideas !! thank you for reading <33

[pinkbubblegumgirl]

words on the bathroom walls - mike wheeler x reader

warnings: angst (i think..), kissing, drinking

wc: 1.2k

stepping into the house you were immediately immersed in the dim yet colorful lighting.

it had hints of pink seeping through the dark purple which was blanketing the entire room

this was your first party ever, and you were completely nervous, all your other friends had been to parties before but, not you, not mike

mike wheeler

you’ve known the tall, lanky, emotional boy since elementary school, and the summer going into middle school, you began to have a crush on him

you never had a crush on another boy like you did with him, he was your best friend for as long as you could remember so of course the feelings hit deeper than they should’ve

as you got older and eventually into highschool, the more and more the feelings developed, you tried to convince yourself that every move was casual and nothing more than just two friends

the looks that lasted a little longer than they should’ve

grabbing each others hands when there was a jump-scare in a movie

and of course, the stolen kisses that you wouldn’t mention to anyone, including the party

pushing yourself out of your own nervousness you decide to move through the hallways completely crowded with people and scan the house in search of your friends

a few minutes later, you spot the rest of the party and begin moving towards their direction

“hey guys! i made it, are you proud?”

a small smile spreads across your face

max immediately turned to face towards you and had an appalled expression at your unexpected appearance

“wowww, y/n is at a party, this is new!! let me go get you a drink!!”

“thanks, max!” you turned towards the rest of the party as max left, and then you spot mike wheeler.

you raise an eyebrow because you’re in genuine disbelief that mike was here, at a party.

“mike? what are you doing here?”

he looked completely buzzed and he was holding a red solo cup with some unknown drink

you had never in a million years thought that he would be at a party, let alone drinking?

you touch his back rubbing your hand up and down hoping that you eventually get his answer and somehow get the party not to notice

“mike?”

he jumps at your soft hand on his back and turns to face you

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

the tone in his voice is obviously sarcastic, mixed with a slurring of his speech due to the alcohol.

he couldn’t care less if you were there or not

your voice turned stern, almost like his mothers

“no mike, why are you here? you don’t like parties, and why are you drinking?”

“hmmm.. a little protective much?”

he has that stupid smile on his face that usually gives you the butterflies, only this time you were irritated

you pulled him by the wrist, not gently but not harshly either. the last thing you wanted was for the conversation to escalate into a scene for everyone else to standby and watch

with his wrist still in your hand you weaved yourself and him throughout the crowd pushing your way up the stairs until you reached the bathroom, colorful lights still flooding your eyes

you opened the door, pushed him inside with a slight sense of urgency, and locked the door behind the both of you

the bathroom was more quiet and it felt bigger compared to the whole house since there were people crashing into your shoulder left and right out there

you tried asking again to get a real answer, not one filled with sarcasm

“what are you doing?”

his face turns in the opposite way of yours, avoiding interaction with you, you grab his jaw gently and turn it back towards your face again

you were sitting on the bathroom counter so your head was slightly higher than his, you peered down at him looking for an answer

“mike? are you gonna answer? hm?” you tap his shoulder

“okay, so i can’t have a good time now?” he starts, a bitter laugh slipping from his lips “i could fight deadly monsters every day to protect my friends and family, but i can’t go to a party and have a drink?”

“no, i- i didn’t mean it like that.”

you see the tears start welling up in his eyes even though he tries hard to conceal them

you instantly regret starting this conversation, not because you don’t want to deal with it, but because you don’t want to see him like this

“i’m sorry.”

your tone was gentle reassuring him he could trust you

“i didn’t think about it that way, mike i’m sorry.”

you lean over and grab some tissues behind you, wiping the tears free from his face

“it’s just that everyone wants me to have a plan, for me to have everything in order, to protect everyone.”

he lets out a shaky breath as your hands inch closer to his shoulders, eventually rubbing them to remind him he doesn’t need to carry the weight on his shoulders all the time

he sighs again, this time bringing up a new topic

“and what about this?”

“what about what?”

“us?” he pauses, questioning if he should go on “i mean do you really expect me to not acknowledge this, just ignore it? act.. i don’t know?.. casual?”

“well, i don’t know mike.. but i do expect you to say something that you aren’t completely set on when you’re drunk for the first time.”

“but i am set on it”

“no you’re not mike, your not. if you were sure about this you would have told me when you were sober. you’re only saying this because your emotions are out of control right now.”

“i’m only saying it right now because i didn’t have the courage to say it sober.”

you look down at his big eyes and you can tell he’s not lying, he’s not being sarcastic for the first time tonight

“if you remember this tomorrow when your sober, will you tell me again? just so i know you’re sure?”

“mhm..” his eyes are still red and watery, he looks up at you and his eyebrows are scrunched together a little bit

“y/n..”

“yea?”

“you’re so pretty.”

your face immediately flushed and you begin to lose the confidence you had minutes ago, struggling to find the right words to say

you both pause for a moment, the music is still playing outside the bathroom, laughter and jumbled conversations are muffled by the bathroom door

mike is unsure, but puts his hand on your jaw, eventually letting it rest there

he searches your eyes, looking for any hesitation

“can i?”

immediately picking up on what he was hinting at, you nod your head in agreement

he leans in a places a soft peck on your lips, this time it wasn’t a casual kiss, it was real

he sighs right after disconnecting your lips from each other

“y/n, i don’t want this to be casual.”

“mike what do you mean?.”

he hesitates and searches your eyes before he replies

“i love you y/n.”

“mike-“

he cuts you off, connecting your lips together, this time it wasn’t like before, not a no-strings-attached situation, no unspoken rules, and certainly not something friends do.

it was intimate.

while your lips were still practically sewn together, you felt a trail of water brush past his cheek

it was a tear

you opened your eyes and slowly linger before pulling away from the kiss, knowing you wanted to stay where you were

your voice was more gentle from previously, causing him to barely hear you

“are you okay? what’s wrong”

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an: hi guys, there will definitely be a part two, because there’s a cliffhanger ofc!! but also please req more and let me know if you have tips to become a better writer, i would love to see everyone’s ideas!!