♡ SYNOPSIS when summer's coming to an end and the ren faire comes to town, the party can't think of a better way to spend the last weeks of freedom before their final year of uni than to dress up as their d&d characters and attend! but when you notice your friends pushing you and your long-time crush together, you can't help but wonder if maybe this was all just a set up from the start...
♡ what's included? slowish burn?, friends to lovers, non canon timeline (el is referred to as jane!), tried to keep it in the 80s but the time period is meant to be ambiguous aside from the mention of a polaroid camera, i also have never played d&d so i'm trying my best lol!
♡ content warnings: minor swearing, slightly ooc (for all characterss, potential unrealisitic portrayals of d&d and ren faires, maybe a suggestive joke
word count: 6.36 k <3
The end of summer neared.
Melting popsicles, sticky skin, far too many mosquitoes, and local stores running low on their stocks of back-to-school supplies.
There were just weeks left before you and your friends were to part ways for your last year of university, cars mostly packed with the items you needed and suitcase maybe a quarter of the way filled. It was bittersweet, really- having to leave them but knowing you’d see each other again soon in the weird limbo of returning to your hometown post-graduation and trying to figure out what to do with your life.
When Dustin proposed the idea of attending the Ren Faire that had come to town as a one last get-together, of course the party would agree in excitement. They wasted no time planning out their outfits before even properly buying tickets, far too excited to go dressed as their D&D characters they spent so long developing for their campaign. Classic…Will was ready to bust out his old purple robe to bring the perfect vibes to the faire.
When the day finally arrived, Mike had offered for the Wheeler house to be the meeting spot beforehand. The girls could get dressed in Nancy’s room while the boys could get dressed (more so, playfight) in Mike’s room. Nancy’s room was the perfect size for you, Max, and Jane to get ready in without the fear of bumping into each other every two seconds.
You had first joined the party’s D&D campaign back in middle school, when you moved to Hawkins around the same time as Max. You became quick friends during the first few weeks at your new school and after she befriended Dustin and Lucas during a particularly rough arcade game, Max managed to drag you along to their meetings. It was nice, having a group of friends so quickly after moving, and a relief to Jane that she’d no longer be the only girl in the group. In classic 13 year-old style, you picked to be a princess when starting to create your character.
“A princess isn’t a class,” young Mike had scolded you, sliding over a sheet of paper with the different character classes on it. To your dismay, ‘princess’ was in fact not listed.
“But I want to be a princess,” you pouted as you slid the sheet back over to him.
“You can be a princess as your backstory. But you have to pick something else! Just…be a warlock or a druid or something!”
And that was that. You were determined to be a princess, but you let him pick your class for you.
You were far too attached to your princess character after nearly 10 years, choosing to honour her as you put your costume together. And sure having your character be a princess was fun and all, but the pain of having to get into the complicated layers of clothing was insane. There was far too much lace and tulle to be considered comfortable for any if not all of the activities you’d be partaking in that day. Thankfully, today wasn’t the hottest day of the summer, but you just knew you'd be sweating your ass off the whole time at the faire as you tried to enjoy yourself.
You slipped into your final piece for your costume, a corset, and had asked your friends to help you put it on correctly. Jane had adjusted it to what would be a comfortable position and Max was able to get it mostly laced, but trying to pull it together was proving to be difficult for her. She eyes Jane, beckoning the third girl over to try and attempt to get it tightened. They exchanged glances with a small smirk on each of their faces before Max sighed, informing you of her decision to get one of the boys to help before leaving you and Jane alone in the room.
Max stepped down the hallway and approached Mike’s bedroom door, knocking aggressively on the wood.
"Dipshits!” Max called out, knuckles leaving the door as it was opened by her loving boyfriend. “We need help. Can one of you help lace up a corset?"
Lucas matched his smirk to hers, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the other boys in the room. Dustin and Will side eyed each other, seemingly catching onto the plan before Lucas quickly spoke up. “Mike, you should go.”
“I’m still putting on my own costume!” the tallest of the group argued back.
“Yeah, but you’re almost done compared to the rest of us,” Will piped up as he tried to pull his hair out of his hat.
Mike rolled his eyes, sheathing his sword into his belt. “Okay, sure…”
He followed Max to Nancy’s room, eyes widening slightly as he stepped into the room. Shit, he had to tie up your corset? To save him from embarrassment, he had hoped it would have been Max or Jane that wore the corset. It would have been less embarrassing! But if it were Max, he knew Lucas wouldn’t have passed up the chance to help lace her up…
It’s not like you were any more pleased with the situation than he was. You felt your heart stop beating as Mike’s clanking armor entered the room. Max…oh, she was so evil for this.
Your fingers curled around the metal frame of Nancy’s footboard, bracing yourself. Was it to stabilize yourself as you were tightened into the corset? Or was it because your long-time crush was the one doing it? Your mind felt fuzzy as you heard his heavy footsteps approach, warm touch ghosting over your waist as he picked up the ribbons into his palms.
"Let me know if anything hurts or if you can't breathe," Mike spoke with a slow tug of the ribbon, just strong enough to create enough pressure in the corset for you to feel it around you. You nodded with a small ‘okay’ before taking a deep breath as the boy behind you began to tug harder on the ribbons.
You felt the corset beginning to feel snug around your body, slightly releasing the breath you’ve been holding to accommodate the new feeling.
“Shit, too tight?” Mike stopped his motions quickly, fearing he caused you pain.
“No, it’s fine,” you shook your head. “You can do it a bit more.”
Mike obliged, wrapping the ribbon around his hands once more before pulling.
Your grip on the footboard loosened. Finally, it would be over soon. Mike wouldn’t have to stand so close behind you with his hands basically all over your body.
“I tie it up in the middle, right?”
“Huh?” you snapped out of your thoughts, turning your head over your shoulder to peer at him. “Sorry, what was that?”
He cracked a smile. “I need to tie it. In the middle, right?”
You nodded. Shit, you hadn’t meant to space out like that.
“There we go…” he mumbled under his breath as he tied off the ribbons. Mike took a step back and no, he totally wasn’t ogling you. He was admiring his work!
“Thank you…” you sighed softly, turning to look at the lace work in the mirror. Perfect. You looked around the room, noticing the lack of two figures who had been there just moments before. “Did…Jane and Max leave?”
Mike blinked, his gaze also scanning the room. What the hell, guys! “Huh, guess so…I didn’t hear them leave.”
It was a set up. You were convinced it was.
You knew it was a mistake telling anyone about your feelings for the boy.
It had started when you confided in Will shortly after you all graduated high school, figuring it made sense since Mike was his gay awakening after all. Will had picked up on it long before you ever confessed to him about it, recognizing nearly the same signs of liking Mike Wheeler in you as he had in himself. Will had then accidentally told Jane some time later under the assumption she already knew, who then told Max in excitement the next day, and then reached the ears of Dustin after overhearing Max spill the gossip to Lucas.
Everyone seemed to know.
Everyone but the one person who mattered.
Max dropped hints to you several times that you were being obvious, Jane snickering each time you sat down next to him at a hang out.
But no, somehow he still was yet to know. Maybe that was for the better, really. Long distance would have been hard since your respective universities were hours away and you knew life would get too chaotic to maintain a relationship after graduation.
You had to keep your feelings at bay for now.
You’ve done it for several years already- what's a few more?
Pushing down your years-long dilemma, you stepped up to the vanity mirror with a smile on your face. You looked cute, felt cute, and looked so princess. You placed the last touch of your costume on your head; the cutest cone hat that Max and Jane helped you decorate. Tying the ribbon into a bow under your chin, you moved to dig around in your large bag that you disposed of your everyday clothes in, searching for your polaroid camera before motioning over Mike to the vanity mirror with your hand. “Since you’re here, come and take a picture with me.”
“I’m not good with cameras, you should really ask Will or something,” Mike put his hands up in defense as he took a step closer.
“No, Mike. With me. Not of me.”
“Oh! S-Sure.”
He stood behind you as you turned the camera on, positioning it right below your chest in hopes it would capture the both of you in the mirror. Mike looked a little dork with his bright smile and thumbs up beside your shoulder, but you tilted your head to the side and hit the shutter button anyway. You stuck your hand out for the film to slip onto as it came out the slot, watching as Mike’s hands snaked around you to pluck it out of your palm with his long fingers.
The same fingers you imagined on countless sleepless nights, carding through the strands of your hair while watching a movie or laced through yours during a cute walk around the city.
You tried to shake the images from your mind. Those fantasies were to be thought of when you were alone, not standing right next to him.
You peered over at the developed film in Mike’s hand curiously, a smile spreading wide across your face as you got a glimpse of the two of you framed in the white square. “Awe, we look cute.”
“We always look cute.”
Oh? What strange words to come out from the lips of a boy of such stature.
“That…is correct, yes,” you giggle, slipping the camera and the picture back into your bag as the two girls who left you alone in a room with your crush came bounding back in through the doorway as they laughed about something one of the boys had said.
Mike wished he could have looked at the polaroid a little longer, commit the image into his memory. But alas, you plucked it from his boney fingers before he could give it a glance over for the third time.
“So I’m just…gonna go back to my room. Finish getting ready…” Mike mumbled awkwardly and moved out the room as you gave him a nod to acknowledge his words. The second he was out of earshot, you closed the door and glared at your friends. “You two are actually evil for what you did!”
“Admit it, it was a good plan,” snickered Max. “It was Jane’s idea.”
“Don’t be shy, we both know you liked having Mike’s hands on you,” Jane was quick to defend herself, adding on a little bit of more lipstick in the mirror.
“I mean, yeah, yes I did! But come on, you two! I’m going to sweat through my costume before we even get to the fair. His hands were so gentle and he smelled so good and-” you stopped your rambles as you watched them side-eye each other, smirks growing on their lips. “DON’T LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT!”
“Oh honey, I fear you might just be a little hopeless…” If you could easily dispose of Max’s body, you absolutely would have in that exact moment.
“It doesn't matter! At all. It’s just a stupid crush!” you gathered your things into your bag to keep you occupied. They were being weird -silly, even- and had no need to continue to entertain their delusions.
“Stupid, yeah-” You quickly cut Jane off with a glare before stomping into the hallway with a frustrated pout on your face. You had to get over him!
But it didn’t help that you watched Mike come into the hallway as well, closing his bedroom door as Lucas, Dustin, and Will’s loud laughs filtered through the narrow space as they headed down the staircase. You jogged up to him, as fast as you could in your outfit and shoes, wrapping your hand around his arm.
A princess and her paladin. How cute…
“The girls help you into the last parts? Or are the three of you all ready?” You craned your neck up to look at the boy as he spoke, nodding in reply as he led you down the steps. “Okay, cool.”
With the other members of the party slowly crowding in the Wheeler home doorway, snickers and giggles became more prominent as you stepped down from the stairs.
Dustin spoke up first, unable to keep himself from letting out a low whistle at the sight. "Damn Mike, you got yourself a whole princess."
Lucas smirked, eager to pipe on the teasing. "Looks like someone's upgraded from peasant to royalty."
“Oh please…” you rolled your eyes as you fixed the hem off your dress. “As if he could ever handle me.”
“Don’t worry, he can barely even handle himself,” Max snorted, helping Jane put on her shoes.
Mike knew he had to defend himself. He shook his head with a disappointed sigh. “You guys are acting as if you could handle her better. Besides, I'm doing alright so far."
You wanted to give your own two cents about how Max and Jane would absolutely be able to handle you, but the brave red-head did so far quicker than you were able to speak. "Please, we all know Mike would go absolutely feral as a knight to a princess. He'd be ready to defend her honour with his life. Without hesitation."
Dustin nodded with a smile on his face. "That's super true. Mike would probably go all 'I'll defend you with my life, m'lady!' on her, as seen per D&D sessions."
"Dude, he'd probably get down on one knee right now and vow eternal loyalty if he could,"
Lucas snickered.
Mike felt his face start to turn a faint shade of red, heat rising in his cheeks. Was he really that easy to read? He was getting pretty desperate for them to steer this conversation in another direction. Any other direction.
Will had enough of their bullshit, fixing his cape as he spoke. “Can we just go?
The others nodded in agreement. Thank god, you thought you’d have to go through an even longer embarrassment ritual.
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The smell of turkey legs and baked goods wafted through the air of the faire, the scent so strong you could easily pick up on it from the parking lot alone. People of all ages buzzed in excitement as they moved from stall to stall, buying knickknacks and watching performances like their lives depended on it.
Because in a way, it did.
Soft moments shared between loved ones filled with joy and laughter overlooked by a beautiful sunny day.
Will and Jane immediately darted off to go look at vendor stalls, eagerly discussing what they wanted to buy. You knew Will wanted to buy himself a new leather-bound sketchbook, as he already filled up the one you got him for his birthday just months before rather quickly. Jane on the other hand would not shut up about buying herself any new piece of jewellery she could get her hands on.
Dustin departed with Lucas and Max, all three of them eager to terrorize as many game booths as they could. Max was good at axe throwing and couldn’t wait to show up the two boys!
You and Mike were left alone, as you were so many times this summer.
Of fucking course.
It’s like every time it happened, Jane and Max deliberately planned it down to the littlest detail. You didn’t want to make it awkward, turning your head up to look at him. “Do you want food?”
“Oh, a turkey leg sounds so good right now. Yes, please,” Mike nodded, immediately leading you over to the food stalls. He hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, nerves too jittery in his stomach to even want anything in his mouth.
“Cool. Go find us a place to sit, yeah? I’ll get you a turkey leg.”
Mike didn’t even have time to step in and say he’d pay before you wandered off. The boy sighed, his armour clanking as he found an empty wooden picnic table with benches under a shady tree, somehow the only one without groups of people trying to crowd too many sweaty bodies onto each of the benches. It was one of the better spots in the area- not too many kids running around. Perfect!
You bought him the biggest turkey leg option the booth had and a cinnamon roll for yourself, turning to the seating area to see Mike waving you down with his hand. After cutting through the sea of people, you sat on the bench across from him and set the food down.
“This turkey leg has been calling my name all morning!” he quickly reached out for his item, bringing it to his lips and savouring a big bite. “I could have paid for us, you know.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” you shook your head, taking a bite out of your own piece of food. The cinnamon bun was warm, the dough perfectly moist and the frosting deliciously sweet. “Think of it as a thank you for lacing this shitty corset. I gave you an unprompted arm workout.”
Mike glanced over as you took a bite of the cinnamon roll, the sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar making his stomach growl again despite not even having a chance to finish his turkey leg. He took another big bite before speaking.
"Damn, that looks good too," he said between chews. "You gonna share any? Or is that a solo snack?"
“Want a piece…?” You didn’t hesitate to tear off a large piece from the bun in an area you didn’t yet bite, holding it out for him to take. Mike leaned in, taking the pastry into his mouth straight from your fingers. His gaze flickered to your face, noticing the small smile that played at the corner of your mouth as you fed him like some dog. “That's even better than the turkey leg, actually."
“Maybe, yeah…” you nodded as you finished the remainder of the cinnamon bun. It was a little pricey, but for the size and taste? Totally worth it. You grabbed a napkin to gently dab around your mouth so as to not make a mess of the lipstick you spent ages applying.
As Mike continued to eat, you let your eyes wander around the neighbouring activities. The rest of your friend group was out of sight, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t do something fun to entertain yourself in the meantime. Your eyes landed on a booth a decent distance away, but still close enough for you to read the signs and see what was happening inside.
“Look, there's a girl doing portraits…” Lifting a finger, you pointed over to the booth. “We should totally get our's done.”
Mike followed your gaze to the portrait booth, spotting where a woman was sketching an elaborate Renaissance-styled drawing of a couple dressed as knights. How cute!
"Yeah, that'd be cool," he nodded excitedly. The idea of having a proper portrait done with you in costume? Oh, that sounded just amazing! He stood up from his seat on the bench and rounded the table to you before offering you his hand. "Wanna go now? I’m done eating."
You nodded, taking him by the hand before rising from your seat as well.
The two of you approached the portrait booth, admiring the beautiful drawings the artist had pinned up on the wall as examples. The woman at the booth smiled at the two of you, taking in your costumes.
"Oh my, what lovely attire you're both wearing today. Would you two like to get a portrait done?" she asked, leaning over the trashbin and shaving off the ends of her pencil with a small knife.
Mike nodded eagerly, still holding onto your hand. "Yeah, that'd be amazing. How much does it cost?"
You didn’t even care about pricing as you pulled your hand from his, digging around in your purse for some loose cash.
“20 dollars per person, but 30 if you wish to be drawn together.”
Okay, a reasonable price. You handed the woman the needed cash as she motioned to her set up. “How would you like to be posed for your portrait? Standing, seated, or lying on our provided couch? I can also assist with posing if either of you are a bit rusty with your modeling skills."
“The couch, maybe? Considering we’ll be posed for quite a bit…” Mike looked over to you, watching as you took off your purse. “If that’s alright with you.”
You nodded. His logic made sense, after all. Plus, that couch looked so comfy. You sat down on it first, leaning back against the plush material before leaning your right arm against the plush armrest. Mike followed you, standing stiffly as he eyed the couch to figure out a pose.
The woman sighed at his frustration, offering a soft smile as she stepped closer. “May I give a recommendation? You could sit on the floor, if your armour permits for you to do so, and you can lean your arm against her leg and look up at her.”
He nodded, the tips of his ears pink as Mike sat down on the weirdly carpeted floor with a soft ‘oof’. He adjusted his pose to sit similarly to the way you were, but leaning his arm against your legs instead. Mike peered up at you, puppy eyes on full display to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. “This okay?”
You were about to get on your knees and thank every deity that ever existed in that moment. But you kept your composure, nodding at his question. You received a lazy smile before he turned back to the artist. She stepped forward, using gentle hands to tilt Mike’s head up to look at you before moving over to you to fix any last minute adjustments.
It felt all too romantic, especially for two friends who claimed there was nothing more between them. Best friends, even! You felt the sweat pooling on the back of your neck, trying your best not to make eye contact with the paladin draped dramatically at your feet- so close yet so so far.
The scratch of the artist’s pencil against the stained parchment was timed with the beat of your heart, both sounds pulsating through your ears as you tried your best to not look down. Unfortunately not much could have been done when you felt Mike shift slightly.
“You look really pretty right now.”
Right now? Boys were such simple creatures. You scoffed slightly, cheeks tinged with more pink than you had applied in the mirror just hours before. “I always look pretty.”
“I mean, duh, obviously!” He laughed awkwardly, shifting just a bit once more. Mike could feel his cheeks burning, but really hoped you couldn’t see his face blooming in red. “But like, extra pretty.”
“Thank you…I really tried today.”
“Yeah, I can tell…”
You wanted to bang your head against the wall.
The sound of the pencil against the paper rang in your ears as you tried to distract yourself. It had to be over soon!! You were begging, at this point! The artist stepped back with a satisfied smile on her face and you knew it was over. Even though the little modelling session couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes, you felt like you sat there for hours. If it weren’t the proximity to Mike, it really wouldn’t have been that bad!
The woman took the paper off the drawing board and turned it for the two of you to see, pencil lead etched into the parchment capturing the perfect moment.
“Oh, it’s so pretty!” An excited squeal left your lips as you flung yourself off the couch to look at the sketch closer. “Look at us, Mike! We look so royal!”
Mike’s armour clanked loudly as he pushed himself to his feet, waddling over to look at the sketch as well. He studied the picture, taking more time to admire it than he did with the earlier polaroid, eyeing the way your costumes and expressions had been marked on the page. Damn, they really did look good together…the fake version of you, he meant! Totally!
"We do," he agreed, trying to keep his emotions at bay. "We look like... some regal power couple or something."
“Yeah…” you nodded in agreement as you watch the artist pack up the drawing in a protective tube. A regal couple…a power couple at that…oh gosh.
Mike tipped the artist a few extra bucks before sliding the tube under his arm. “So, do you think we should go and find the others now? They’re probably wondering where we wandered off to.”
“Yeah, we probably should at this point. It’s been a hot minute.”
He looked into the fair grounds, staring at the hundreds of faces passing by. “Now where on earth could they be…”
“Max and Lucas are probably off sucking face somewhere, but I'm sure Dustin, Will and Jane will be easier to find. They could have all already met up and we’re just the strays,” you searched the crowd as well; far too many people to be able to find your friends from a glance alone.
"Yeah, probably. Doesn’t help that Lucas and Max are definitely making out behind a food stall somewhere. Those two have zero chill."
“Do you blame them?” You shook your head in disbelief. “ If I had a bombshell like Max, I'd be even worse than Lucas-
Mike cut you off with a loud snort. “Dude. Oh my god. I mean... yeah? You're not wrong. Max is ridiculously hot and Lucas knows it. No one worships her like he does."
With a cheeky grin on his face, he looked down at you. "After you said that, it makes me wonder who you’d be making out with behind a stall if given the chance..."
“Jeez, no one!” You spat back in disbelief. You didn’t do things like that, let alone let the thoughts fully form in your brain. Well, maybe…but he didn’t need to know that!
“Liar-” using his elbow, Mike nudged you in the side as you began to walk away from the booth. “There has to be at least one person you think is cute. It’s statistically impossible if you don’t.”
“Michael, oh my god-!” you shoved him with a groan. You absolutely were not in the mood to talk to him of all people about someone you found cute.
He shut his mouth, opting to not tease you any further. Mike let you loop your hand through his arm once more as you began to scout out your friends in the crowd. In the distance was a Lumax spotting; Lucas tearing off pieces of a soft pretzel for Max as she ranted about something to him. Dustin, Will, and Jane were on the next bench over from them, showcasing their shopping spree items to each other.
Will perked up as the two of you approached, locking eyes as he glanced up from Jane’s ramblings for just a second. “Where the hell have you two been?”
“We were getting our portrait done!” You wasted no time in pulling the tube out of Mike’s arms and opening it up to show everyone. “Look, look!”
The Party crowded around you to look at the portrait, a chorus of ‘ooh!’s and ‘aaah!’s being heard in reaction. Jane rested her chin on your shoulder as she giggled at the drawn figures.
Lucas elbowed Mike in the ribs with a smirk on his face. “Dude, you two look good together…”
You couldn’t hear the boy’s words from where you stood, but you could see Mike reaching up an arm to shove Lucas out of the corner of your vision.
Will, wanting to stir the pot a little more, decided it would be time to comment as well. “The artist nailed your expressions. You two look so in love or something."
Max and Jane exchanged glances, giggling behind their hands.
Wow, everyone was really out for you today.
“It’s not like that you guys, come on…”
"Yeah, right. You two can't honestly deny that you look super cute together in that portrait," Max folded her arms over her chest as she spoke with a slight smirk. You were going to give her a piece of your mind later…
“I mean, yeah, sure, but-”
"Okay okay... maybe it looks a little romantic but..." Mike's cheeks turned pink as Max called them out. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not sure how to respond to the group’s teasing.
“That’s how the artist posed us, okay? Maybe she thought we were a couple or something,” you laughed loudly to ease the awkwardness and to calm the beating of your heart.
“Oh, so that means you’re not? I could have sworn-”
You were determined.
You had to kill Max.
If you hadn’t told Will about your pathetic crush, then Jane wouldn’t have known. And then Max wouldn’t have known. Or Lucas and Dustin, for that matter.
You lunged at the red head, arms tight around her as you yelled. “MAXINE, I SWEAR TO GOD-”
Lucas was quick to step in, not wanting to watch the inevitable death of his beloved girlfriend as he pulled you off of her. “Woah, woah, woah! Calm yourself!”
Dustin howled in laughter as Will watched with a smirk. Oh, how entertaining this was!
“They’re just joking around,” Mike sighed loudly as he wrapped an arm around you to pull into his side.
“Jokes are funny. This isn’t,” you huffed.
“You think dating me would be a joke?”
New target acquired.
“Michael-”
“Ouch, full name!” Dustin snorted.
Mike’s laughter filled your ears as you tried to pull yourself out of his arms. He let go, allowing you to easily slip out.
This was supposed to be a fun day with your friends. To blow off some steam before school started up again and you were stuck in the library running on stale pastries from the campus coffee shop. But instead, you were being relentlessly teased about your crush to the point where your crush had even joined in!
How stupid.
How truly, terribly stupid.
“Would I be that bad of a boyfriend?” Mike leaned down slightly to be more on your level, trying his best to avoid being stabbed in the eye by the point of your cone hat.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. What an embarrassing question! You could feel the eyes of the party boring into your skin as you tried to avoid looking at any of them, including Mike. “Would you?”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not,” he shrugged.
“Come to me when you have a good answer, then.”
“Why not now, hm? You could see for yourself,” Mike rolled up the portrait back into its cylindrical shape to slip into the tube. No way was he going to let it get ruined!
Was he flirting with you? He had to be flirting with you. But then again, you’ve never seen Mike Wheeler flirt with anyone before. He had to be playing into the teasing…right?
“Are you trying to ask me out, Wheeler?” You snorted out the question in disbelief, fingers reaching up to retie the ribbon under your chin from your cone hat to make sure it didn’t fall off. You felt it loosen, and in no way did you want to spend your time that evening washing off all the mud and dirt if it had fallen to the ground.
“I’ve been trying since high school, but thanks for finally noticing.”
Your jaw dropped so fast in shock that you could have sworn it wouldn’t have gone back to its original position of being closed.
“Mike…what?”
You turned to look at the others for some sort of confirmation. Surely they must have known, or at the least be in on the joke. This had to be an elaborate scheme much like Max and Jane’s plan from this morning that could have been avoided if you just chose not to wear that damn corset.
But from looking at their reactions, you could tell they were as equally shocked as you were.
“I’ve been trying to ask you out since high school. Is that hard to understand? Do I need to reword it? Would ‘I like you, please go out with me’ work better for your feeble mind?” He folded his arms over his chest to protect himself from the potential rejection.
“No. I-I understand what you’re trying to say…” regrettably, you did. You wanted to bash your head against the wall.
“Cool. Let me know when you think of an answer.”
Mike motioned for Lucas, Dustin and Will to sit down with him at the wooden picnic table, leaving you standing there in disbelief and Max and Jane pulled you to a table far enough away the boys wouldn’t have been able to hear you chat.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Did you two know about this? I’m going to flip out.”
“Shhh, calm down…” Jane pushed you down by the shoulders for you to sit on the bench, using her hand to gently fan you.
“Uh-oh, the damsel is in distress. Should we call her little paladin for rescue?” You shot a glare at Max for her words.
“I was told by Will that Mike liked you, but I did not know anything more,” Jane admitted, taking the seat next to you. “He told me weeks ago.”
Oh dear.
“In all honesty, it was obvious as hell,” Max sat down across from you, leaning her back against the other picnic table with her arms across her chest.
Was it really? You in no way picked up on it. Ever.
“Horribly obvious. Seeing the two of you dance around each other for years was painful. I knew long before Will informed me about your feelings for each other, but I had my speculations previously,” Jane sighed.
“But think about it! Isn’t it so romantic? Mutual pining but it’s two idiots who can’t even notice their feelings for each other…it’s classic!” leaning forward with her hands on her knees, Max focused her eyes on you. “Bards would be writing ballads about it.”
“But it’s complicated, we go to universities hours away!” You tried everything to not believe it. It was a messed up prank and you were the unfortunate victim.
“So…?”
“My own best friends seem to be of no help,” with a huff, you grabbed the fabric of your dress and stood up to storm over to the group of boys. You waited too long for any sort of progress and refused to let the moment slip through your fingers.
If it were a joke? You were going to be far away from everyone for the next few months anyway. You’d meet someone new and get over it, forever forgetting about the stupid boy.
Yeah. That was a good plan.
You grabbed Mike’s wrist without hesitation, pulling him to his feet and dragging him away from the group despite his pleas for you to slow down. You pulled him to a more secluded area of the benches, right by the trash bins.
Ah, love was in the air. It totally wasn’t the smell of wrappers and decomposing food trapped in an overheating plastic bag.
“Why, I think the princess has an answer for me, does she now?” You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk right off of his face.
“Are…you being serious? About the whole date thing,” the amount of butterflies in your stomach was embarrassing. Not cool at all.
“Super serious. Mega serious. Like, I’d give up my kidney serious-” of course Mike was rambling.
“Mike.”
“Right, ahem, sorry-” he cleared his throat, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Yes, I’m serious.”
“Uhm, and what if I were to take you up on that offer?” please don’t back out of this now, please don’t back out of this now!
Mike’s eyes lit up. Just slightly, but you’ve known him long enough to know that the look was sincere. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. I’m free all day Wednesday. And then Thursday afternoon.”
“Cool! Yeah, cool, cool cool,” Mike nodded in excitement. “Wait, no, shit. Not cool. I didn’t plan anything! I didn’t think I’d ever get this far-”
You took his hand into your’s to calm him, both palms overly sweaty at the moment you both stopped being blind idiots. “Chill, we’ll think of something. There’s time.”
“Right. Yes, think of something. We’ll figure it out!”
Weird, bubbling emotions suddenly felt less scary with his hand in your’s, years of in-class daydreams and late night thoughts finally coming to a stop. And finally, after all this time, maybe you’d finally be able to call him your’s.
let’s say she’s from California and she’s Dustin’s cousins and this is post ending and he’s just so into her and she’s like the opposite of him but the geekness rubs off on her and she’s likes it
california girls — mike wheeler x reader
synopsis: reader's family moves from heaven on earth (california) to bumfuck, nowhere (hawkins)
contents: very pro-cali reader, geeky flirting, mike is nice to new people for once, use of y/n i'm sorry
notes: california girls tap in! i love my country california. please don't cancel me for calling indiana boring. also there will probably be a part two to this where mike just geeks out
𓂃۶ৎ more below the cut!
being in hawkins, indiana felt like a drag and brainfart. and that was putting it nicely. quite frankly, the plane that took you from your beloved sunny california might as well have dropped you off in bumfuck, nowhere, and you would've been more entertained. or maybe hawkins should change its name to bumfuck nowhere.
you were always against visiting your cousins in indiana, because what was there for you to do? look at the endless stretches of plains with the occasional hill? hop on the back of your cousin's bike and awkwardly hunch over so you don't fall? karma must be real, because it did you one better.
"we want to live closer to our family," your mom's voice rang in your ear. what kind of bonding could be done in indiana that couldn't be done in california? why couldn't they move to california? at least there, you'd be able to do something. quite literally anything.
you've spent two days doing absolutely jackshit. your parents haven't been letting you help move in, saying that you'd only "mess up the layout," and "get in the way of the movers," which probably isn't too far fetched. instead, you've spent a whole 48 hours of your life watching sci-fi movies with dustin and feeding his pet cat. seriously, it's a wonder he manages to be so entertained just doing this.
on the third day of suffering, dustin insists that he absolutely has to go meet his friends. they plan movie nights every weekend. it's tradition!
any hope you had of getting a break from dustin's nerdy ramblings and geeky commentary of movies was quickly quashed when you met his friends. will, lucas, max, and mike. it was blaringly obvious that they'd all grown up together within minutes of being introduced to them. they all made the same jokes, had the same interests, and the only thing they argued about was what movie to watch.
"guys, why don't we just let y/n choose?" mike cut in, holding four different dvd cases in his hands and getting increasingly exasperated at the arguments floating back and forth.
you'd tuned out the sound of their bickering, but the sound of your name makes you snap back into focus. you look at the options in mike's hands--all star wars? seriously?--and immediately take up his offer.
making your way to his rack of dvds, you read the titles, some familiar, most sound boring. ghostbusters? what am i, ten? karate kid, indiana jones, goonies, back to the future, die hard...
you wordlessly pull out the dvd case for e.t., handing it over to mike. his face might as well have had subtitles on it, because it was obvious he was disappointed you didn't choose any of the star wars movies they were debating.
"okay, good pick," he says instead of what he's clearly thinking, shelving the star wars movies in his hands and setting up the dvd player with your movie of choice. you miss the way the party gives each other befuddled looks at mike's lack of protest.
everyone seems to already have their assigned seating on the basement couch, leaving little to no room for you. you settle to sit on a pillow that'd fallen to the floor carefully wedged between the legs of will and dustin.
"here, take my spot," mike's voice cuts through the opening of the movie, followed by his blanket rustling as he hurriedly gets up from the couch to give his spot up for you. "or i can just stay down here with you, too."
"no, no, it's fine, seriously--" you interject uselessly, because mike has already made himself comfortable on the floor next to you.
the confused murmurs between lucas and max end abruptly when mike shoots them a glare over his shoulder. he tosses the other end of his blanket over your legs, the both of you carefully separated by three inches of space. you sit rigidly next to him, not wanting to accidentally touch him or make him uncomfortable.
you're quick to find out that mike is very similar to dustin in the sense that they both love to talk when watching movies. you assume that it's nothing abnormal, since the party pays him no mind.
"did you know steven spielberg--the director--was inspired by his own parents' divorce? crazy, right? it's like we get a look into his mind or something."
"do you like sci-fi movies? is that why you chose this?"
"have you seen close encounters of the third kind? you should totally watch it if you like this. it's another spielberg movie. he also made jaws. have you seen jaws? wait, did you see sharks in california?"
you don't know why, but you didn't find yourself getting as antsy for the movie to end as you thought you would. your tailbone was numb, and your ear was being talked off the bone by the boy next to you, but it was all irrelevant in this moment.
"no, i haven't seen close encounters of... whatever. we should watch it sometime. and of course i saw jaws. but no, i've never seen a shark." you found yourself entertaining mike's questions, rather. you'd seen e.t., like, twice, anyway. you didn't really need to pay attention to the movie.
"what? dude, i've tried to get you to watch close encounters with me twice already!" dustin interjected from on the couch. it was only then you remembered that your conversation with mike wasn't exactly private, and everyone was probably listening to the both of you.
"we can watch it next week, then." mike reaffirms, giving dustin a stern nod and look.
dustin grumbles something under his breath about you being unfair and how he doesn’t understand how girls’ brains work, earning him a jab in the side from max.
before you know it, the movie ends, the credits rolling. the lack of mental and visual stimulation makes you acutely aware of the way you and mike are now pressed against each other. his arm is against yours and leg pressed against yours underneath your shared blanket.
neither of you are willing to move first, mike still talking your ear off about how the ending of the movie felt for the actors or whatever. you watch him talk, trying to ignore the fact you’d moved closer to each other subconsciously.
normally, you’d find it rather geeky if anyone was talking about the behind the scenes of filming a movie you didn’t care much for in the first place. but something about mike’s undiagnosed behavior passion and gleam in his eyes had you hooked on every word he was saying.
“that’s sick. i never really got into… y’know, knowing everything about how movies were made and stuff.” you admit when there’s a lull in mike’s talking.
“really?” his eyebrows shoot up, like he can’t imagine watching a movie and not making it your whole personality for the next week. “well, i-i mean, that’s probably the normal way of watching movies. but i’d be glad to tell you more, if you’re not annoyed yet.”
you weren’t. god, you were so far from being annoyed. you felt like you could talk to mike forever—or rather, let him talk your ear off forever.
with a quick shake of your head and flash of your smile, you reassure him, “no, no, i’m not. i like when you tell me all that extra stuff about the movie.”
out of the corner of your eye, you notice dustin’s brows stitch together. there’s a sense of injustice towards himself, because you’d always complained about him doing the same thing. but it’s not a crime to play favorites.
plus, dustin’s always just been your grubby cousin. mike wheeler is possibly the greatest thing that’s happened to you since you moved to bumfuck, nowhere. it’s all endearing. his big brown eyes and the way his eyebrows are so expressive even under the mop of hair on his head, and the way he speaks like every word is being forcefully shaken out of him.
“really? that’s… that’s great. i didn’t think you’d be into that kind of stuff. you don’t seem the type.” he says, gesturing vaguely to you with a gleam in his eyes. you definitely didn’t outwardly seem the geeky type. hell, you turned down the star wars movies. every single one! “which isn’t a bad thing, of course—it was just a surprise! a pleasant one.”
the party has shuffled their way off the couch to busy themselves, whether it’s by snagging another drink from the fridge or fiddling with what you assume to be their d&d stuff in the corner.
“well, i’m usually not,” you concede. “but i can make exceptions. and i like listening to you talk.”
mike blinks at your words, his dark eyelashes fluttering as his brain takes a second to catch up to your words. it’s as if he’s never heard anyone say they enjoy listening to him talk. maybe he hasn’t. if he has, he sure isn’t acting like it.
“oh… thanks.” is all you get in return, mike awkwardly looking around the room afterwards. did you say something wrong? why is he acting so tense all of a sudden? “it must be boring here for you, huh? i bet all your friends in california were really cool and had better things to do than obsessing over movies.”
you don’t want to outright agree, because of been here all of two days. you hardly know anyone. but it’s hard to believe it’ll get much better than this.
“well, it’s not bad,” you admit with a shrug. “but i can’t say you’re wrong, exactly.”
mike let’s out an amused huff, and your previous thought was immediately proven wrong. things can get a lot better with him around.
♡ SYNOPSIS when summer's coming to an end and the ren faire comes to town, the party can't think of a better way to spend the last weeks of freedom before their final year of uni than to dress up as their d&d characters and attend! but when you notice your friends pushing you and your long-time crush together, you can't help but wonder if maybe this was all just a set up from the start...
♡ what's included? slowish burn?, friends to lovers, non canon timeline (el is referred to as jane!), tried to keep it in the 80s but the time period is meant to be ambiguous aside from the mention of a polaroid camera, i also have never played d&d so i'm trying my best lol!
♡ content warnings: minor swearing, slightly ooc (for all characterss, potential unrealisitic portrayals of d&d and ren faires, maybe a suggestive joke
word count: 6.36 k <3
The end of summer neared.
Melting popsicles, sticky skin, far too many mosquitoes, and local stores running low on their stocks of back-to-school supplies.
There were just weeks left before you and your friends were to part ways for your last year of university, cars mostly packed with the items you needed and suitcase maybe a quarter of the way filled. It was bittersweet, really- having to leave them but knowing you’d see each other again soon in the weird limbo of returning to your hometown post-graduation and trying to figure out what to do with your life.
When Dustin proposed the idea of attending the Ren Faire that had come to town as a one last get-together, of course the party would agree in excitement. They wasted no time planning out their outfits before even properly buying tickets, far too excited to go dressed as their D&D characters they spent so long developing for their campaign. Classic…Will was ready to bust out his old purple robe to bring the perfect vibes to the faire.
When the day finally arrived, Mike had offered for the Wheeler house to be the meeting spot beforehand. The girls could get dressed in Nancy’s room while the boys could get dressed (more so, playfight) in Mike’s room. Nancy’s room was the perfect size for you, Max, and Jane to get ready in without the fear of bumping into each other every two seconds.
You had first joined the party’s D&D campaign back in middle school, when you moved to Hawkins around the same time as Max. You became quick friends during the first few weeks at your new school and after she befriended Dustin and Lucas during a particularly rough arcade game, Max managed to drag you along to their meetings. It was nice, having a group of friends so quickly after moving, and a relief to Jane that she’d no longer be the only girl in the group. In classic 13 year-old style, you picked to be a princess when starting to create your character.
“A princess isn’t a class,” young Mike had scolded you, sliding over a sheet of paper with the different character classes on it. To your dismay, ‘princess’ was in fact not listed.
“But I want to be a princess,” you pouted as you slid the sheet back over to him.
“You can be a princess as your backstory. But you have to pick something else! Just…be a warlock or a druid or something!”
And that was that. You were determined to be a princess, but you let him pick your class for you.
You were far too attached to your princess character after nearly 10 years, choosing to honour her as you put your costume together. And sure having your character be a princess was fun and all, but the pain of having to get into the complicated layers of clothing was insane. There was far too much lace and tulle to be considered comfortable for any if not all of the activities you’d be partaking in that day. Thankfully, today wasn’t the hottest day of the summer, but you just knew you'd be sweating your ass off the whole time at the faire as you tried to enjoy yourself.
You slipped into your final piece for your costume, a corset, and had asked your friends to help you put it on correctly. Jane had adjusted it to what would be a comfortable position and Max was able to get it mostly laced, but trying to pull it together was proving to be difficult for her. She eyes Jane, beckoning the third girl over to try and attempt to get it tightened. They exchanged glances with a small smirk on each of their faces before Max sighed, informing you of her decision to get one of the boys to help before leaving you and Jane alone in the room.
Max stepped down the hallway and approached Mike’s bedroom door, knocking aggressively on the wood.
"Dipshits!” Max called out, knuckles leaving the door as it was opened by her loving boyfriend. “We need help. Can one of you help lace up a corset?"
Lucas matched his smirk to hers, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the other boys in the room. Dustin and Will side eyed each other, seemingly catching onto the plan before Lucas quickly spoke up. “Mike, you should go.”
“I’m still putting on my own costume!” the tallest of the group argued back.
“Yeah, but you’re almost done compared to the rest of us,” Will piped up as he tried to pull his hair out of his hat.
Mike rolled his eyes, sheathing his sword into his belt. “Okay, sure…”
He followed Max to Nancy’s room, eyes widening slightly as he stepped into the room. Shit, he had to tie up your corset? To save him from embarrassment, he had hoped it would have been Max or Jane that wore the corset. It would have been less embarrassing! But if it were Max, he knew Lucas wouldn’t have passed up the chance to help lace her up…
It’s not like you were any more pleased with the situation than he was. You felt your heart stop beating as Mike’s clanking armor entered the room. Max…oh, she was so evil for this.
Your fingers curled around the metal frame of Nancy’s footboard, bracing yourself. Was it to stabilize yourself as you were tightened into the corset? Or was it because your long-time crush was the one doing it? Your mind felt fuzzy as you heard his heavy footsteps approach, warm touch ghosting over your waist as he picked up the ribbons into his palms.
"Let me know if anything hurts or if you can't breathe," Mike spoke with a slow tug of the ribbon, just strong enough to create enough pressure in the corset for you to feel it around you. You nodded with a small ‘okay’ before taking a deep breath as the boy behind you began to tug harder on the ribbons.
You felt the corset beginning to feel snug around your body, slightly releasing the breath you’ve been holding to accommodate the new feeling.
“Shit, too tight?” Mike stopped his motions quickly, fearing he caused you pain.
“No, it’s fine,” you shook your head. “You can do it a bit more.”
Mike obliged, wrapping the ribbon around his hands once more before pulling.
Your grip on the footboard loosened. Finally, it would be over soon. Mike wouldn’t have to stand so close behind you with his hands basically all over your body.
“I tie it up in the middle, right?”
“Huh?” you snapped out of your thoughts, turning your head over your shoulder to peer at him. “Sorry, what was that?”
He cracked a smile. “I need to tie it. In the middle, right?”
You nodded. Shit, you hadn’t meant to space out like that.
“There we go…” he mumbled under his breath as he tied off the ribbons. Mike took a step back and no, he totally wasn’t ogling you. He was admiring his work!
“Thank you…” you sighed softly, turning to look at the lace work in the mirror. Perfect. You looked around the room, noticing the lack of two figures who had been there just moments before. “Did…Jane and Max leave?”
Mike blinked, his gaze also scanning the room. What the hell, guys! “Huh, guess so…I didn’t hear them leave.”
It was a set up. You were convinced it was.
You knew it was a mistake telling anyone about your feelings for the boy.
It had started when you confided in Will shortly after you all graduated high school, figuring it made sense since Mike was his gay awakening after all. Will had picked up on it long before you ever confessed to him about it, recognizing nearly the same signs of liking Mike Wheeler in you as he had in himself. Will had then accidentally told Jane some time later under the assumption she already knew, who then told Max in excitement the next day, and then reached the ears of Dustin after overhearing Max spill the gossip to Lucas.
Everyone seemed to know.
Everyone but the one person who mattered.
Max dropped hints to you several times that you were being obvious, Jane snickering each time you sat down next to him at a hang out.
But no, somehow he still was yet to know. Maybe that was for the better, really. Long distance would have been hard since your respective universities were hours away and you knew life would get too chaotic to maintain a relationship after graduation.
You had to keep your feelings at bay for now.
You’ve done it for several years already- what's a few more?
Pushing down your years-long dilemma, you stepped up to the vanity mirror with a smile on your face. You looked cute, felt cute, and looked so princess. You placed the last touch of your costume on your head; the cutest cone hat that Max and Jane helped you decorate. Tying the ribbon into a bow under your chin, you moved to dig around in your large bag that you disposed of your everyday clothes in, searching for your polaroid camera before motioning over Mike to the vanity mirror with your hand. “Since you’re here, come and take a picture with me.”
“I’m not good with cameras, you should really ask Will or something,” Mike put his hands up in defense as he took a step closer.
“No, Mike. With me. Not of me.”
“Oh! S-Sure.”
He stood behind you as you turned the camera on, positioning it right below your chest in hopes it would capture the both of you in the mirror. Mike looked a little dork with his bright smile and thumbs up beside your shoulder, but you tilted your head to the side and hit the shutter button anyway. You stuck your hand out for the film to slip onto as it came out the slot, watching as Mike’s hands snaked around you to pluck it out of your palm with his long fingers.
The same fingers you imagined on countless sleepless nights, carding through the strands of your hair while watching a movie or laced through yours during a cute walk around the city.
You tried to shake the images from your mind. Those fantasies were to be thought of when you were alone, not standing right next to him.
You peered over at the developed film in Mike’s hand curiously, a smile spreading wide across your face as you got a glimpse of the two of you framed in the white square. “Awe, we look cute.”
“We always look cute.”
Oh? What strange words to come out from the lips of a boy of such stature.
“That…is correct, yes,” you giggle, slipping the camera and the picture back into your bag as the two girls who left you alone in a room with your crush came bounding back in through the doorway as they laughed about something one of the boys had said.
Mike wished he could have looked at the polaroid a little longer, commit the image into his memory. But alas, you plucked it from his boney fingers before he could give it a glance over for the third time.
“So I’m just…gonna go back to my room. Finish getting ready…” Mike mumbled awkwardly and moved out the room as you gave him a nod to acknowledge his words. The second he was out of earshot, you closed the door and glared at your friends. “You two are actually evil for what you did!”
“Admit it, it was a good plan,” snickered Max. “It was Jane’s idea.”
“Don’t be shy, we both know you liked having Mike’s hands on you,” Jane was quick to defend herself, adding on a little bit of more lipstick in the mirror.
“I mean, yeah, yes I did! But come on, you two! I’m going to sweat through my costume before we even get to the fair. His hands were so gentle and he smelled so good and-” you stopped your rambles as you watched them side-eye each other, smirks growing on their lips. “DON’T LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT!”
“Oh honey, I fear you might just be a little hopeless…” If you could easily dispose of Max’s body, you absolutely would have in that exact moment.
“It doesn't matter! At all. It’s just a stupid crush!” you gathered your things into your bag to keep you occupied. They were being weird -silly, even- and had no need to continue to entertain their delusions.
“Stupid, yeah-” You quickly cut Jane off with a glare before stomping into the hallway with a frustrated pout on your face. You had to get over him!
But it didn’t help that you watched Mike come into the hallway as well, closing his bedroom door as Lucas, Dustin, and Will’s loud laughs filtered through the narrow space as they headed down the staircase. You jogged up to him, as fast as you could in your outfit and shoes, wrapping your hand around his arm.
A princess and her paladin. How cute…
“The girls help you into the last parts? Or are the three of you all ready?” You craned your neck up to look at the boy as he spoke, nodding in reply as he led you down the steps. “Okay, cool.”
With the other members of the party slowly crowding in the Wheeler home doorway, snickers and giggles became more prominent as you stepped down from the stairs.
Dustin spoke up first, unable to keep himself from letting out a low whistle at the sight. "Damn Mike, you got yourself a whole princess."
Lucas smirked, eager to pipe on the teasing. "Looks like someone's upgraded from peasant to royalty."
“Oh please…” you rolled your eyes as you fixed the hem off your dress. “As if he could ever handle me.”
“Don’t worry, he can barely even handle himself,” Max snorted, helping Jane put on her shoes.
Mike knew he had to defend himself. He shook his head with a disappointed sigh. “You guys are acting as if you could handle her better. Besides, I'm doing alright so far."
You wanted to give your own two cents about how Max and Jane would absolutely be able to handle you, but the brave red-head did so far quicker than you were able to speak. "Please, we all know Mike would go absolutely feral as a knight to a princess. He'd be ready to defend her honour with his life. Without hesitation."
Dustin nodded with a smile on his face. "That's super true. Mike would probably go all 'I'll defend you with my life, m'lady!' on her, as seen per D&D sessions."
"Dude, he'd probably get down on one knee right now and vow eternal loyalty if he could,"
Lucas snickered.
Mike felt his face start to turn a faint shade of red, heat rising in his cheeks. Was he really that easy to read? He was getting pretty desperate for them to steer this conversation in another direction. Any other direction.
Will had enough of their bullshit, fixing his cape as he spoke. “Can we just go?
The others nodded in agreement. Thank god, you thought you’d have to go through an even longer embarrassment ritual.
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The smell of turkey legs and baked goods wafted through the air of the faire, the scent so strong you could easily pick up on it from the parking lot alone. People of all ages buzzed in excitement as they moved from stall to stall, buying knickknacks and watching performances like their lives depended on it.
Because in a way, it did.
Soft moments shared between loved ones filled with joy and laughter overlooked by a beautiful sunny day.
Will and Jane immediately darted off to go look at vendor stalls, eagerly discussing what they wanted to buy. You knew Will wanted to buy himself a new leather-bound sketchbook, as he already filled up the one you got him for his birthday just months before rather quickly. Jane on the other hand would not shut up about buying herself any new piece of jewellery she could get her hands on.
Dustin departed with Lucas and Max, all three of them eager to terrorize as many game booths as they could. Max was good at axe throwing and couldn’t wait to show up the two boys!
You and Mike were left alone, as you were so many times this summer.
Of fucking course.
It’s like every time it happened, Jane and Max deliberately planned it down to the littlest detail. You didn’t want to make it awkward, turning your head up to look at him. “Do you want food?”
“Oh, a turkey leg sounds so good right now. Yes, please,” Mike nodded, immediately leading you over to the food stalls. He hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, nerves too jittery in his stomach to even want anything in his mouth.
“Cool. Go find us a place to sit, yeah? I’ll get you a turkey leg.”
Mike didn’t even have time to step in and say he’d pay before you wandered off. The boy sighed, his armour clanking as he found an empty wooden picnic table with benches under a shady tree, somehow the only one without groups of people trying to crowd too many sweaty bodies onto each of the benches. It was one of the better spots in the area- not too many kids running around. Perfect!
You bought him the biggest turkey leg option the booth had and a cinnamon roll for yourself, turning to the seating area to see Mike waving you down with his hand. After cutting through the sea of people, you sat on the bench across from him and set the food down.
“This turkey leg has been calling my name all morning!” he quickly reached out for his item, bringing it to his lips and savouring a big bite. “I could have paid for us, you know.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” you shook your head, taking a bite out of your own piece of food. The cinnamon bun was warm, the dough perfectly moist and the frosting deliciously sweet. “Think of it as a thank you for lacing this shitty corset. I gave you an unprompted arm workout.”
Mike glanced over as you took a bite of the cinnamon roll, the sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar making his stomach growl again despite not even having a chance to finish his turkey leg. He took another big bite before speaking.
"Damn, that looks good too," he said between chews. "You gonna share any? Or is that a solo snack?"
“Want a piece…?” You didn’t hesitate to tear off a large piece from the bun in an area you didn’t yet bite, holding it out for him to take. Mike leaned in, taking the pastry into his mouth straight from your fingers. His gaze flickered to your face, noticing the small smile that played at the corner of your mouth as you fed him like some dog. “That's even better than the turkey leg, actually."
“Maybe, yeah…” you nodded as you finished the remainder of the cinnamon bun. It was a little pricey, but for the size and taste? Totally worth it. You grabbed a napkin to gently dab around your mouth so as to not make a mess of the lipstick you spent ages applying.
As Mike continued to eat, you let your eyes wander around the neighbouring activities. The rest of your friend group was out of sight, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t do something fun to entertain yourself in the meantime. Your eyes landed on a booth a decent distance away, but still close enough for you to read the signs and see what was happening inside.
“Look, there's a girl doing portraits…” Lifting a finger, you pointed over to the booth. “We should totally get our's done.”
Mike followed your gaze to the portrait booth, spotting where a woman was sketching an elaborate Renaissance-styled drawing of a couple dressed as knights. How cute!
"Yeah, that'd be cool," he nodded excitedly. The idea of having a proper portrait done with you in costume? Oh, that sounded just amazing! He stood up from his seat on the bench and rounded the table to you before offering you his hand. "Wanna go now? I’m done eating."
You nodded, taking him by the hand before rising from your seat as well.
The two of you approached the portrait booth, admiring the beautiful drawings the artist had pinned up on the wall as examples. The woman at the booth smiled at the two of you, taking in your costumes.
"Oh my, what lovely attire you're both wearing today. Would you two like to get a portrait done?" she asked, leaning over the trashbin and shaving off the ends of her pencil with a small knife.
Mike nodded eagerly, still holding onto your hand. "Yeah, that'd be amazing. How much does it cost?"
You didn’t even care about pricing as you pulled your hand from his, digging around in your purse for some loose cash.
“20 dollars per person, but 30 if you wish to be drawn together.”
Okay, a reasonable price. You handed the woman the needed cash as she motioned to her set up. “How would you like to be posed for your portrait? Standing, seated, or lying on our provided couch? I can also assist with posing if either of you are a bit rusty with your modeling skills."
“The couch, maybe? Considering we’ll be posed for quite a bit…” Mike looked over to you, watching as you took off your purse. “If that’s alright with you.”
You nodded. His logic made sense, after all. Plus, that couch looked so comfy. You sat down on it first, leaning back against the plush material before leaning your right arm against the plush armrest. Mike followed you, standing stiffly as he eyed the couch to figure out a pose.
The woman sighed at his frustration, offering a soft smile as she stepped closer. “May I give a recommendation? You could sit on the floor, if your armour permits for you to do so, and you can lean your arm against her leg and look up at her.”
He nodded, the tips of his ears pink as Mike sat down on the weirdly carpeted floor with a soft ‘oof’. He adjusted his pose to sit similarly to the way you were, but leaning his arm against your legs instead. Mike peered up at you, puppy eyes on full display to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. “This okay?”
You were about to get on your knees and thank every deity that ever existed in that moment. But you kept your composure, nodding at his question. You received a lazy smile before he turned back to the artist. She stepped forward, using gentle hands to tilt Mike’s head up to look at you before moving over to you to fix any last minute adjustments.
It felt all too romantic, especially for two friends who claimed there was nothing more between them. Best friends, even! You felt the sweat pooling on the back of your neck, trying your best not to make eye contact with the paladin draped dramatically at your feet- so close yet so so far.
The scratch of the artist’s pencil against the stained parchment was timed with the beat of your heart, both sounds pulsating through your ears as you tried your best to not look down. Unfortunately not much could have been done when you felt Mike shift slightly.
“You look really pretty right now.”
Right now? Boys were such simple creatures. You scoffed slightly, cheeks tinged with more pink than you had applied in the mirror just hours before. “I always look pretty.”
“I mean, duh, obviously!” He laughed awkwardly, shifting just a bit once more. Mike could feel his cheeks burning, but really hoped you couldn’t see his face blooming in red. “But like, extra pretty.”
“Thank you…I really tried today.”
“Yeah, I can tell…”
You wanted to bang your head against the wall.
The sound of the pencil against the paper rang in your ears as you tried to distract yourself. It had to be over soon!! You were begging, at this point! The artist stepped back with a satisfied smile on her face and you knew it was over. Even though the little modelling session couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes, you felt like you sat there for hours. If it weren’t the proximity to Mike, it really wouldn’t have been that bad!
The woman took the paper off the drawing board and turned it for the two of you to see, pencil lead etched into the parchment capturing the perfect moment.
“Oh, it’s so pretty!” An excited squeal left your lips as you flung yourself off the couch to look at the sketch closer. “Look at us, Mike! We look so royal!”
Mike’s armour clanked loudly as he pushed himself to his feet, waddling over to look at the sketch as well. He studied the picture, taking more time to admire it than he did with the earlier polaroid, eyeing the way your costumes and expressions had been marked on the page. Damn, they really did look good together…the fake version of you, he meant! Totally!
"We do," he agreed, trying to keep his emotions at bay. "We look like... some regal power couple or something."
“Yeah…” you nodded in agreement as you watch the artist pack up the drawing in a protective tube. A regal couple…a power couple at that…oh gosh.
Mike tipped the artist a few extra bucks before sliding the tube under his arm. “So, do you think we should go and find the others now? They’re probably wondering where we wandered off to.”
“Yeah, we probably should at this point. It’s been a hot minute.”
He looked into the fair grounds, staring at the hundreds of faces passing by. “Now where on earth could they be…”
“Max and Lucas are probably off sucking face somewhere, but I'm sure Dustin, Will and Jane will be easier to find. They could have all already met up and we’re just the strays,” you searched the crowd as well; far too many people to be able to find your friends from a glance alone.
"Yeah, probably. Doesn’t help that Lucas and Max are definitely making out behind a food stall somewhere. Those two have zero chill."
“Do you blame them?” You shook your head in disbelief. “ If I had a bombshell like Max, I'd be even worse than Lucas-
Mike cut you off with a loud snort. “Dude. Oh my god. I mean... yeah? You're not wrong. Max is ridiculously hot and Lucas knows it. No one worships her like he does."
With a cheeky grin on his face, he looked down at you. "After you said that, it makes me wonder who you’d be making out with behind a stall if given the chance..."
“Jeez, no one!” You spat back in disbelief. You didn’t do things like that, let alone let the thoughts fully form in your brain. Well, maybe…but he didn’t need to know that!
“Liar-” using his elbow, Mike nudged you in the side as you began to walk away from the booth. “There has to be at least one person you think is cute. It’s statistically impossible if you don’t.”
“Michael, oh my god-!” you shoved him with a groan. You absolutely were not in the mood to talk to him of all people about someone you found cute.
He shut his mouth, opting to not tease you any further. Mike let you loop your hand through his arm once more as you began to scout out your friends in the crowd. In the distance was a Lumax spotting; Lucas tearing off pieces of a soft pretzel for Max as she ranted about something to him. Dustin, Will, and Jane were on the next bench over from them, showcasing their shopping spree items to each other.
Will perked up as the two of you approached, locking eyes as he glanced up from Jane’s ramblings for just a second. “Where the hell have you two been?”
“We were getting our portrait done!” You wasted no time in pulling the tube out of Mike’s arms and opening it up to show everyone. “Look, look!”
The Party crowded around you to look at the portrait, a chorus of ‘ooh!’s and ‘aaah!’s being heard in reaction. Jane rested her chin on your shoulder as she giggled at the drawn figures.
Lucas elbowed Mike in the ribs with a smirk on his face. “Dude, you two look good together…”
You couldn’t hear the boy’s words from where you stood, but you could see Mike reaching up an arm to shove Lucas out of the corner of your vision.
Will, wanting to stir the pot a little more, decided it would be time to comment as well. “The artist nailed your expressions. You two look so in love or something."
Max and Jane exchanged glances, giggling behind their hands.
Wow, everyone was really out for you today.
“It’s not like that you guys, come on…”
"Yeah, right. You two can't honestly deny that you look super cute together in that portrait," Max folded her arms over her chest as she spoke with a slight smirk. You were going to give her a piece of your mind later…
“I mean, yeah, sure, but-”
"Okay okay... maybe it looks a little romantic but..." Mike's cheeks turned pink as Max called them out. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not sure how to respond to the group’s teasing.
“That’s how the artist posed us, okay? Maybe she thought we were a couple or something,” you laughed loudly to ease the awkwardness and to calm the beating of your heart.
“Oh, so that means you’re not? I could have sworn-”
You were determined.
You had to kill Max.
If you hadn’t told Will about your pathetic crush, then Jane wouldn’t have known. And then Max wouldn’t have known. Or Lucas and Dustin, for that matter.
You lunged at the red head, arms tight around her as you yelled. “MAXINE, I SWEAR TO GOD-”
Lucas was quick to step in, not wanting to watch the inevitable death of his beloved girlfriend as he pulled you off of her. “Woah, woah, woah! Calm yourself!”
Dustin howled in laughter as Will watched with a smirk. Oh, how entertaining this was!
“They’re just joking around,” Mike sighed loudly as he wrapped an arm around you to pull into his side.
“Jokes are funny. This isn’t,” you huffed.
“You think dating me would be a joke?”
New target acquired.
“Michael-”
“Ouch, full name!” Dustin snorted.
Mike’s laughter filled your ears as you tried to pull yourself out of his arms. He let go, allowing you to easily slip out.
This was supposed to be a fun day with your friends. To blow off some steam before school started up again and you were stuck in the library running on stale pastries from the campus coffee shop. But instead, you were being relentlessly teased about your crush to the point where your crush had even joined in!
How stupid.
How truly, terribly stupid.
“Would I be that bad of a boyfriend?” Mike leaned down slightly to be more on your level, trying his best to avoid being stabbed in the eye by the point of your cone hat.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. What an embarrassing question! You could feel the eyes of the party boring into your skin as you tried to avoid looking at any of them, including Mike. “Would you?”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not,” he shrugged.
“Come to me when you have a good answer, then.”
“Why not now, hm? You could see for yourself,” Mike rolled up the portrait back into its cylindrical shape to slip into the tube. No way was he going to let it get ruined!
Was he flirting with you? He had to be flirting with you. But then again, you’ve never seen Mike Wheeler flirt with anyone before. He had to be playing into the teasing…right?
“Are you trying to ask me out, Wheeler?” You snorted out the question in disbelief, fingers reaching up to retie the ribbon under your chin from your cone hat to make sure it didn’t fall off. You felt it loosen, and in no way did you want to spend your time that evening washing off all the mud and dirt if it had fallen to the ground.
“I’ve been trying since high school, but thanks for finally noticing.”
Your jaw dropped so fast in shock that you could have sworn it wouldn’t have gone back to its original position of being closed.
“Mike…what?”
You turned to look at the others for some sort of confirmation. Surely they must have known, or at the least be in on the joke. This had to be an elaborate scheme much like Max and Jane’s plan from this morning that could have been avoided if you just chose not to wear that damn corset.
But from looking at their reactions, you could tell they were as equally shocked as you were.
“I’ve been trying to ask you out since high school. Is that hard to understand? Do I need to reword it? Would ‘I like you, please go out with me’ work better for your feeble mind?” He folded his arms over his chest to protect himself from the potential rejection.
“No. I-I understand what you’re trying to say…” regrettably, you did. You wanted to bash your head against the wall.
“Cool. Let me know when you think of an answer.”
Mike motioned for Lucas, Dustin and Will to sit down with him at the wooden picnic table, leaving you standing there in disbelief and Max and Jane pulled you to a table far enough away the boys wouldn’t have been able to hear you chat.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Did you two know about this? I’m going to flip out.”
“Shhh, calm down…” Jane pushed you down by the shoulders for you to sit on the bench, using her hand to gently fan you.
“Uh-oh, the damsel is in distress. Should we call her little paladin for rescue?” You shot a glare at Max for her words.
“I was told by Will that Mike liked you, but I did not know anything more,” Jane admitted, taking the seat next to you. “He told me weeks ago.”
Oh dear.
“In all honesty, it was obvious as hell,” Max sat down across from you, leaning her back against the other picnic table with her arms across her chest.
Was it really? You in no way picked up on it. Ever.
“Horribly obvious. Seeing the two of you dance around each other for years was painful. I knew long before Will informed me about your feelings for each other, but I had my speculations previously,” Jane sighed.
“But think about it! Isn’t it so romantic? Mutual pining but it’s two idiots who can’t even notice their feelings for each other…it’s classic!” leaning forward with her hands on her knees, Max focused her eyes on you. “Bards would be writing ballads about it.”
“But it’s complicated, we go to universities hours away!” You tried everything to not believe it. It was a messed up prank and you were the unfortunate victim.
“So…?”
“My own best friends seem to be of no help,” with a huff, you grabbed the fabric of your dress and stood up to storm over to the group of boys. You waited too long for any sort of progress and refused to let the moment slip through your fingers.
If it were a joke? You were going to be far away from everyone for the next few months anyway. You’d meet someone new and get over it, forever forgetting about the stupid boy.
Yeah. That was a good plan.
You grabbed Mike’s wrist without hesitation, pulling him to his feet and dragging him away from the group despite his pleas for you to slow down. You pulled him to a more secluded area of the benches, right by the trash bins.
Ah, love was in the air. It totally wasn’t the smell of wrappers and decomposing food trapped in an overheating plastic bag.
“Why, I think the princess has an answer for me, does she now?” You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk right off of his face.
“Are…you being serious? About the whole date thing,” the amount of butterflies in your stomach was embarrassing. Not cool at all.
“Super serious. Mega serious. Like, I’d give up my kidney serious-” of course Mike was rambling.
“Mike.”
“Right, ahem, sorry-” he cleared his throat, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Yes, I’m serious.”
“Uhm, and what if I were to take you up on that offer?” please don’t back out of this now, please don’t back out of this now!
Mike’s eyes lit up. Just slightly, but you’ve known him long enough to know that the look was sincere. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. I’m free all day Wednesday. And then Thursday afternoon.”
“Cool! Yeah, cool, cool cool,” Mike nodded in excitement. “Wait, no, shit. Not cool. I didn’t plan anything! I didn’t think I’d ever get this far-”
You took his hand into your’s to calm him, both palms overly sweaty at the moment you both stopped being blind idiots. “Chill, we’ll think of something. There’s time.”
“Right. Yes, think of something. We’ll figure it out!”
Weird, bubbling emotions suddenly felt less scary with his hand in your’s, years of in-class daydreams and late night thoughts finally coming to a stop. And finally, after all this time, maybe you’d finally be able to call him your’s.
could you please do where mike gets a boner during a make out sesh and is embarrassed about it? and he’s super whiny? also i love your writing! <3

. ۫ ꣑ৎ let it happen — mike wheeler .
⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: for someone who prides himself in keeping his cool, mike seems to get really worked up over a little makeout session turned more.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ word count: 2.7k
⊹ ࣪ ˖ warnings: fem!afab!reader, a bold reader at times, established relationship, making out, dry humping, thigh riding, first time being intimate but no actual sex, a lil bit of a biting kink (giving/receiving)
One of life's great joys was late nights in with the one you love. It's curling up in bed beside Mike while he flips through another sci-fi comic he's read through twice already that makes you feel like your most at home. His D&D game already ended hours ago, so the night was yours to share.
The perks of being welcome into your boyfriend's home with open arms, but especially his bedroom. With the door closed, too.
Sure, it'd escalate to gentle, loving touches some nights. Your cheek would brush against his and he'd close the gap, pressing an uncoordinated peck to your lips whilst keeping his attention on the comic in his lap.
But it was nights like these, nights where his breath would hitch from the littlest touch and his kisses were unusually rushed, that it threatened to turn into more.
It was only natural that you ended up in his lap with your lips on his. It was even more natural that he kissed back like he's been thinking of and waiting for this all night, if not his entire life.
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his back against the wall as he sat up in his bed, his tongue following the curve of yours... It all seemed to fall into place with him. His head fell back when he took a moment to breathe, resting against the blue of his wall with a thump.
"I told you that you needed a headboard." You snort at the sound, reaching back to sneak your hand between the gap and cushion his head. Pressing a slow kiss to his jaw as he caught his breath, he weakly nodded and sighed.
"I know, I know. But honestly, it's really not that big of a deal—" he's interrupted by an abrupt, shaky exhale, his hands tightening around your waist, "sh–shit, let me catch my breath..."
Sitting up, your other hand gently runs down from the front of his neck to his clothed chest, "c'mon, I don't wanna wait. You can do that later..."
As breathless as he is, he knows better than to turn down your temptations.
Reluctantly, he gives in, tilting his head back down to let you lean in. You do, more than eager to initiate. Slowly bringing your hands towards the nape of his neck, your fingers tangle in the dark curls there.
Your body always feels as though it's burning up when you're kissing him. His lips would latch onto yours and your heart flipped embarrassingly fast. When his tongue brushed against your lower lip, a wordless beg for entry, your stomach twisted until your lips unconsciously parted for him.
But as easy as you are for him, he'll always be easier for you.
That much is obvious when he awkwardly shifts beneath you, kissing you hard like a distraction from his movements. You hate to part from him, but you're far too aware of it to ignore it any longer.
Pressing your forehead against his, you ask with a certain breathlessness, "what's wrong?"
"N-Nothing, just getting comfortable." He rushes out, moving in to try and kiss you once more. Despite yourself, you move to cup his cheek and press a thumb to his lips.
"Mike," you start, feeling him restlessly shift again beneath you, "Mike, you're acting weird. What's wrong?"
"Nothing—" he insists, stubbornly, vigorously shaking his head in emphasis, "nothing's wrong, okay? I just wanna kiss you. Can I not kiss my girlfriend?" His defensiveness is only making him look more suspicious.
Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you look over his features. His parted, wet lips, his wide eyes, and flushed cheeks all point to how he's feeling.
When you finally give in and pull him close again, lips clashing against one another's in a messy makeout, you feel it.
You feel him.
Even without peering down to make sure, you can feel his bulge pressing against your thigh through his jeans, slowly growing beneath the denim with every nip you give to his lip and low groan you draw out of him. The bulge he was seemingly trying so hard to hide.
"...Mike," you whisper against his lips, fighting back a prideful smile as you question, delicately, "are you hard?"
Almost immediately, he's trying to get out from beneath you. His cheeks are pink and flushed and his breath is shaky and he's so unbelievably embarrassed. His cock twitches against your thigh beneath the denim and through layers of fabric.
You stay right where you are on his lap, nails digging into the nape of his neck as your fingers curl into his hair.
"I-I'm not—" he scoffs, like the idea alone was egregious. Like you couldn't look down and see the tent newly formed in his jeans in the small gap between you two. "I'm not... I'm not hard. Just—just let me go to the bathroom real quick—"
When you realize just how embarrassed he is, you ease up slightly and hum, running a hand through his grown out hair.
"Just because we haven't gone this far before doesn't mean I don't want to." You reassure him, moving to brush his bangs out of his eyes, "unless you don't want to. Then I'll get up and we can pretend nothing ever happened. But otherwise..." As you trail off, you offer a knowing look. One that tells him you mean it.
"It's—It's not that I don't want to, I just—" he stutters, failing to keep his guard up effectively even when he's looking everywhere but at you, "I thought, well, I don't know..."
Mike, the ever so stubborn one, has finally been rendered speechless.
"So you do?" You gather from that, running your hands over his shoulders, "you want to?" While you don't mean to push, you think that's just what he needs. A push in the right direction.
His mouth opens and closes repeatedly but nothing comes out. Not to mention the way he looks at you like he's almost fearful, though it's just the nerves talking. Slowly, he speaks.
"...Obviously I want to. I've always wanted to. God, that sounds so bad, doesn't it? I just mean—I've never not wanted to? You're my girlfriend." It comes out all but gracefully, making you bite back a smile at the way he stumbles over himself.
"Do you not know how bad I want you too?" You hum, hands moving to cup either of his cheeks.
There's no opportunity for him to reply when you slowly lean back in to meet his lips. He lets you take, following your movements with ease because forming a cohesive thought proves to be difficult for him right now.
Then, without warning, you slowly rock your hips against his lap. Just to see what he'd do. Maybe he'd pull away, maybe he'd stifle a whimper in the back of his throat.
While he doesn't pull away, he does falter against your lips, letting out a shaky breath and abrupt groan into your mouth. It catches him off guard, too, but he's far from uninterested. Rocking back up against you, hips jerking as his hands move to squeeze your hips reassuringly, he watches.
"Oh my god, you look so, so good. So good." He rambles breathlessly, "so... Pretty like this. Fuck."
He watches the way your crotch bumps and grinds hard against the seam of his jeans and the way your breath catches at a particular angle or roll of your hips. He takes in what feels good not only for him, but for you, too.
"I– I can't, babe–" His head falls back against his wall again, once again lacking the cushion that was your palm, "I'm seriously not gonna last–"
He's wasting too much of his already dwindling energy through rambling and not enough of it touching you. You silence him only slightly by leaning in once again and kissing him hard. No opportunity to pull away, nor any chance to catch his breath. Those weren't priorities right now.
Muffled whimpers and low groans are all that come from him now, caught in your mouth as you run your hands back down from his cheeks to dig into his shoulders.
You're aware of how much he crowds you. His nose presses against your cheek, sure to leave a very temporary mark to show for it, his hands dig into your own hips for any sense of control, and his mouth is taking up every last ounce of air you have. It's suffocating, and you're not sure you've ever been so turned on by such a seemingly small thing. Tonight's for many firsts, you suppose.
"O-Oh my god—" Mike sharply inhales, hands moving to wrap around your waist closely as his lips part from yours to bury in your neck as if he's hiding from you.
It all makes sense when he weakly bites down on your neck, groaning against the skin as his hips stutter against yours. His hands move down to grip the curve of your ass, not to guide, but to hold. His teeth dig into your sensitive neck and it makes your core ache with pure, unbridled need.
"F-Fuck, shit, I can't, I can't—" It comes out mumbled and muffled, but you barely make it out.
You keep him close, unsure of what has him so shaken. In an attempt to help, your hands run through his hair and you press a kiss to the side of his head.
He doesn't move for a moment, hips stilling and body wrung out. He withdrawals his teeth from your neck, all you can feel being soft puffs of hot breath against the spot bitten raw. There's no way that won't leave a nasty mark, you think.
When he's still unmoving even after that, you finally try to get his attention, "Mike?"
Swallowing thickly, he shakily exhales, "oh shit. Don't laugh. Please."
"Laugh? Why would I laugh?" You furrow your brows, gently tugging him up to look back up at you. Finally, he does, and you take in the sight of his flushed cheeks, his glossy, bitten lips, and his dark eyes newly hazed over.
Glancing down and taking in the sight of him once again, it's then that you finally realize why he was so shaken. So pent up, so reactive.
"Did you—?" You ask, the allusion being enough context. That and the damp spot soaking through his jeans and undoubtedly staining his undergarments beneath them.
"I– I didn't mean to. I was even gonna tell you to stop so I didn't, but then you kept going—" Struggling through his words, he finally meets your gaze, "it just kind of happened, y'know?"
Shushing him with a thumb to his lips, you hold back a smile and laugh, "shh. You talk too much."
"You're laughing! I can see you laughing!" He interrupts, careless for the finger to his mouth and your loose attempts to quiet him.
"Because I thought it was hot. You're overthinking it, I promise." You huff out a laugh, thumb pressing harder against his lips, "I'm not laughing at that. I'm laughing at your reaction to it."
"...Oh." He replies, finally willing to listen, "right."
Then, his eyebrows furrow and he's asking with a certain kind of confusion written on his face, "wait, you thought that was hot? I just came in my pants like a teenager from some kissing. Literally everything I've ever heard about girls told me that that wouldn't be hot. Like, at all."
"Whoever told you that doesn't really know girls, then." You scoff, ignoring the ache between your own thighs for now, "not all girls, at least."
You ignore it until you can't. So, while he's still recovering from his orgasm and basking in that fuzzy feeling of the afterglow, you maneuver yourself to situate atop one of his thighs. You don't worry about asking when you know he'll be into it the second you start.
"What are you—?" He starts, faltering when you slowly grind forward against his denim-clad thigh. Not only do you sigh of satisfaction, but his breath hitches, too.
You're not the only one affected by this.
"I didn't cum, yet," you murmur, burying your face in the crook of his neck this time. Being so wrapped up in him is electrifying in and of itself, let alone with both of your thighs wrapped tightly around one of his.
"R-Right," he agrees almost immediately, hands immediately finding your hips to help guide you. While he pretends to, he really just follows the pace you set, far too afraid of messing it up with his own uncoordinated movements.
Grinding down a little harder against the surface of his thigh, you can feel your own high starting to sneak up on you. It's somewhere low in your stomach, still very much ruminating, but you're acutely aware of it now.
He finally tried to speak despite himself, murmuring, "you look so pretty on top of me. I– I really like it, seeing you like this. Feels good, too."
It's his attempt to talk you through it, and you can't help but admire it. The room for improvement is the last thing on your mind when his voice is so ragged and soft in your ear.
"I really wanna feel you, uh, cum, too." He sighs out, "on my thigh. It'd be really hot." The admittance makes your hips twitch as you begin to rock your hips a little faster.
His words only heighten your arousal, especially when he's so close to your ear and making sure you don't miss a single word or shaky breath. Despite his lack of sureness in the heat of the moment, a given for your first time doing anything remotely sexual together, he seems to take advantage of the effect he knows he has on you.
"M-Mike, baby," you choke out, drawing your lower lip between your teeth in an attempt to quiet your whines. When it doesn't work, you settle for exactly what he did.
Biting down on his neck in the same spot he did yours, you can feel your orgasm teetering on the edge. It comes fast and intense and every part of you wants to embrace it rather than push it down.
"Keep talking, please," you breathe out, barely coherent against his skin as you leave what will surely develop into a hickey on the exposed column of his neck. Right where everyone can, and will, see it.
"I really want you to cum for me," he nods back, shoving down his nerves and trying to make this as enticing as possible for you, "want you to cum on my thigh. Can you do that for me? You gonna let me watch? I'll talk to you the whole time if it'll help, I promise."
When the hell did he get so good at dirty talking without it coming out in stutters and whispers?
Your orgasm hits like never before, coursing through your body with a newfound intensity. It's only natural when this is your first time with him, you're sure, for it to be so new and exciting. Especially with how much your heart aches with your overwhelming love for him.
"You're doing—fuck—so good. So, so good. So hot. Shit, you look amazing. Like an angel." He rambles. This time, you appreciate it. It rings in your ears as your head gets fuzzy and body tenses and relaxes repeatedly. The praise, the pet names, his curses and heavy breathing. All of it.
Riding out your high against his thigh, you rut weakly against him until your body is buzzing and every movement aches with sensitivity more than anything. Slumping forward against him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press an apologetic kiss to the bite mark on his neck.
"Didn't know you had a thing for biting." You weakly joke, to which he nudges at you with an embarrassed groan.
"And I didn't know you wanted to fuck me, so we're both finding things out about each other tonight." His hand runs over your clothed back as he finally melts into place, too.
All that comes to mind now is that you never thought someone could look so pretty.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n: i promise i'm alive... just busy. i'm literally so sorry. free me from the shackles of responsibility and a lack of motivation bc this is actually sick in the head. no but i hope this is oki!! we all love freaky mike wheeler <3
synopsis: thank god you’re sexually compatible with your boyfriend.
contents: porn what plot, fem reader, they’re kinda freaked out, established relationship, pet names, spitting, unprotected sex (don’t do this i just hate writing condoms!! safe sex is sexy irl!!!)
notes: i’m ovulating.
𓂃۶ৎ more below the cut!
sex was always a topic you’d treaded lightly around in your relationship. even a simple suggestive joke could make you fluster and stammer over your next sentence. not because you were uncomfortable or shy when it came to intimacy, but rather the opposite. your mind would get carried away and spin a joke about your boyfriend shoving his tongue down your throat into him dragging his tongue all over your body from head to toe.
mike was a guy, there was no escaping that, obviously. being around his friends felt like a constant test of your willpower and acting abilities. he’d make jokes about having a big dick, and you’d have to pretend like you weren’t imagining how it’d feel if you had it in you that very second.
of course, you weren’t sure if mike was all bark and no bite; the two of you hadn’t ventured far enough into that area of your relationship yet. but your body craved mike like it was one of your basic needs. water, food, shelter, and your boyfriend’s hands all over you, his skin pressed against yours, sticky sweat mixing between your bodies.
you sat on mike’s lap, your hands tugging his hair to tilt his head at just the right angle for you to slip your tongue past his lips. the two of you were breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, the kiss sloppy and heated and disgusting. it was all tongue with a side of lips.
you were acutely aware of mike’s hands on you, resting on your hips, fingers grazing the side of your ass. he gripped you so tightly, securing your body flush against his own.
the heat of him under you was all consuming. every point of contact your body had with his was both too much and not enough at the same time.
just when you were starting to feel dizzy and a dull ache in your jaw, you pulled back to catch your breath—just enough to where you could look mike in the eyes without going cross-eyed. nothing more, nothing less.
“…should we stop?” you offered. it was out of courtesy more than anything else, if you ignore the worries in the back of your mind about mike finding out the gross, perverted thoughts you have about him.
“i-i mean, we can stop if you want to.”
evidently, the both of you were not direct communicators. beating around the bush, always asking what the other person would rather do instead of just coming outright and saying ‘please, let me fuck you.’
it had gone this way more times than you could count now. stopping just before the threshold of taking off any clothes, the both of you chickening out before anything actually exciting could happen.
“i don’t really want to.” you hear yourself saying before you can really process it.
mike picks up on the hint of frustration and something akin to annoyance in your voice, and he nods with wide eyes. the way he does when he wants to fix things. “okay. yeah, yeah—alright. we can keep going. whatever you wanna do, baby.”
“i think i wanna have sex.” you blurt out. the ‘i think’ was only there to soften the blow. you knew damn well you wanted more. you wanted it all. you wanted it sloppy and messy and frantic and satiating.
if a deer caught in headlights made a wish to become human, it would’ve taken form in the boy you were sitting on. his eyes were wide, lips parted in shock, glistening with the mix of your spit on them and a pretty pink color that you wondered if it matched his tip.
“what? i mean, yeah, of course. let’s—let’s do it.” mike nodded his head, clearly trying to play it cool. you could practically see on his face that every alarm was going off in his head right now. or maybe there was nothing going on in his head cause all the blood had gone south.
the two of you sit in awkward silence for a couple seconds, before you break it by letting out a huff of a laugh. mike smiles up at you sheepishly, the both of you flustered and giddy as you move up the bed and shed your clothes.
mike sits against the headboard, pillows hastily thrown out of the way and onto the floor. the both of you are left in only your underwear, closer than you’ve ever been as you settle on his lap again. his pale skin stretches across torso and to his neck as he tilts his head to look at you. his eyes roam your bare skin, and he gulps thickly. “i think about this so, so much.”
“me too.” you admit, your heart pounding out of your chest. it feels like you’re gonna vibrate out of your own skin.
you can feel mike’s hard on between your legs more prominently than you ever have before. there’s usually more layers of clothes between you—jeans, sweats, you name it—but now, there’s only the thin cotton of your panties and his boxers.
he definitely had the bite to back the bark. not that you had no faith in your boyfriend, but skepticism is never misplaced when it comes to young men making jokes about their own dick.
experimentally, you rocked your hips slowly over the length of him, your jaw dropping as you sucked in air at the sensation. as you looked down where your bodies met, you could see the tip of him peeking out of the waistband of his boxers. the sight was so erotic, you could’ve come right there on the spot if he’d asked you to.
“oh my fucking god,” mike groaned out, his head tilting back against the headboard. his eyes were screwed shut so tightly that it almost made you pity him. “i’m not gonna last, i know it already—i’m so sorry, baby—”
“it’s okay, it’s okay.” you interject, taking a moment to calm down. you swallow the excess saliva in your mouth that definitely was a product of you literally drooling over your boyfriend. “me too. it’s not a big deal. we can just go again, or something.”
the casualness of your demeanor seemed to only have the opposite impact you intended for it to have. mike groaned again just at the thought of going more than once, nodding his head as he finally opened his eyes to look at you, fingers fumbling with the waistband of your panties.
“i can touch you, right?” he said in a breathy voice. you barely finished nodding before his hand slipped between the both of you, going straight between your legs.
the pads of his fingers pressed against your entrance through the soaked fabric of your panties, making both of your jaws drop. mike’s in shock, yours in pleasure.
“jesus, baby…” his voice was ragged and desperate, mirrored in his movements as he dragged your panties to the side to feel you without anything in the way.
the way he whined as his fingers dragged your slickness from your entrance through your slit and up until he found your clit, you would’ve thought he was the one being touched. your hips wasted no time in grinding down on his hand, alternating between rocking back and forth and making needy circles.
you leaned back, and mike bent his knees up into a makeshift backrest for you. he watched you in awe, his bangs already sticking to his forehead in sweat from the heat between you both.
in a burst of confidence, he slipped his middle finger past your entrance slowly. the slick that coated him made it an easy push, and his gaze darted between your face and the way his finger disappeared into you, like he wasn’t quite sure where to look.
“is—is it okay? it doesn’t hurt?” he breathed out, his other hand reaching out to push some of your hair back from your face.
you nod your head eagerly, hips tilting up ever so slightly to back up your words. “yeah, it’s good. really good. just kinda tight.”
“yeah, tell me about it.” he huffed out under his breath, his finger gently pumping in and out of you as he savored the way your body welcomed him in.
his finger was longer than yours by a lot, reaching deeper inside than your own could reach. you felt so exposed under his gaze, leaning back against his thighs as you sat on his lap, your legs spread wide as he worked you open.
you could see where his tip was still poking out from the waistband of his boxers, leaking onto the skin just below his belly button. it was flushed and angry—and behold, the same pretty pink of his lips. just like you’d imagined.
“more,” you manage to breathe out once you feel yourself getting used to the foreign intrusion, looking at mike.
he nods his head, beginning to work his ring finger into you as well. the stretch earns a gasp out of you, your body eagerly welcoming him in as he curls his fingers just right to search for the perfect spongy spot inside of you.
your hand comes down grab to his wrist, abruptly stopping his movements. he freezes instantaneously under you, worried eyes looking at your face as he opens his mouth to apologize and ask what’s wrong before you beat him to it. “not… not that.”
you take your hand from his wrist, gently placing your palm over his length. he inhales sharply at the slight pressure as if he didn’t expect it, even though he saw your hand coming down on him. he nods his head eagerly, getting the memo quickly.
his pulls his fingers out of you carefully and doesn’t even hesitate to bring them up to his mouth. he lets out a contented sigh at the taste of you, gaze drifting down between your legs like he’s mentally noting to come back to it later.
you roll off of him, and he wastes no time in tugging his boxers down. you go to do the same with your panties, and mike swats at your hands, making you jerk back in surprise.
“sorry—shit, sorry.” he profusely apologizes, like he’s just now realizing how that came off. “i just wanna do it myself. if you’ll let me.”
at this point, you’re so turned on that you felt like you could’ve moaned just from that. but you keep your head on straight and just nod your head instead.
mike seems relieved at your response, and he guides you to lay down on his bed, grabbing one of the previously discarded pillows to place under your head. he positions himself above you, simply looking at you under him for what feels like forever. but before you can hurry him along, his head drops to your hip, teeth taking hold of the waistband of your panties.
his hand taps your hip to signal for you to lift up, and your body obeys before your brain can even process what he’s doing. your breath hitches as he drags your panties down your thighs using his mouth, his big brown eyes keeping eye contact with yours the whole time.
when your panties get discarded somewhere on the floor, mike comes back up over you, but not before placing a brief kiss right on your clit. the contact makes your hips jerk, earning a flustered laugh from him. “sorry, i couldn’t help it.”
you don’t gratify his words with any in return. you’ve got other priorities right now. your hand comes down to his length, the weight of it solid and hot and heavy in your palm. you pump him once or twice before realizing it’s not going how you’d like it to, your lips turning into a slight scowl as you withdraw.
mike’s already saying something reassuring like you don’t need to do anything, but cuts himself off when you spit into the palm of your hand. he groans out when your hand wraps around his length again, dragging smoothly with the lubrication of your spit. “jesus christ, that’s good, really good—fuck—wait, wait, i don’t wanna come yet. i wanna do this properly first.”
it looks like it pains him to pull your hand away from his length, but the promise of better keeps the both of you going. he hovers over you, settling between your parted legs. he uses one hand to guide his tip to catch at your entrance as the other braces himself next to your head. he looks down at you, making sure you’re okay with it one last time before he sinks into you ever so slowly.
the both of you gasp in unison. your hands come down to grip his sheets tightly at the stretch of him, and his hands find a home on your hips as he leans back to watch himself sink into you.
“oh my god, you’re so warm. you’re doing really good, baby, just hang on.” his words spill out of his mouth, noticing your eyebrows stitch together.
he’s clear headed just enough to find some way to distract you once he bottoms out, panting heavily as he leans over you again. one of his hands finds your chin, thumb tugging at your bottom lip insistently. “open up. it’ll distract you, baby, i promise. just wanna help you.”
you’re in no position to protest as you open up your mouth. you’re looking up at him like you’re both anxious for whoever he has in store for you, while also pleading for the distraction simultaneously.
he bends down, his lips pulling together before they part just enough to drop a small dollop of spit into your mouth. your eyes widen in disbelief before quickly being overtaken by arousal that feels insatiable. your mouth quickly shuts, and you make a show of swallowing as you look up at him.
“fuck, fuck—you liked that? i could feel it.” mike sounds like he’s in shock himself, his hips twitching deeper into the pulsing heat of you reflexively. the quiet whine that escapes your lips doesn’t do anything to help his discipline.
one hand braces himself over you, the other gripping your waist tightly as his hips start rocking into you. actually, rocking is a generous word. he starts off choppy, his movements jerky and unstable as he tries to find a rhythm without hurting you. in a grunt of frustration, the hand on your waist comes down to your leg to hike it up against his own hip, shoving forward again experimentally.
you gasp under him at the altered position, and mike’s brain takes it and runs. he moves more assuredly, dragging himself in and out of you with ragged breaths and a tight grip on your thigh.
“fuck, you’re taking me so good. it’s better like this, yeah?”
“been thinking about this for so long—but this is so much better than anything i imagined. you feel so good, baby.”
“you’re so pretty under me, oh my god, wish you could see yourself. so pretty—so fucking hot.”
mike’s words become more self assured as his confidence grows, hips driving into you more insistently with every thrust. he tries rolling his hips once, and is shell shocked when your back arches up off the bed.
“right there—do that again, please, please.” your hands fly up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving pretty crescent marks.
he nods his head, repeating the same roll of his hips, groaning out into your ear as he feels the tip of him brush against that same spongy spot he found with his fingers earlier. he does it over and over and over again, relishing in the sound of your breathless gasps and sporadic whines.
in a surge of newfound boldness, he leans up from you, taking your leg that’s wrapped around his hip and bringing it up to his shoulder, before mirroring the position with your other leg as well. “gonna make you come like this. it’s gonna feel so good, baby, i promise.”
you’re not quite sure whether you clamp down on him from his words or the new position. maybe both. his hands plant firm on your waist to hold you steady as his hips pick up the pace again, fucking in and out of you lewdly.
“mike, shit—just like that. don’t stop, i think i’m close.” you manage to gasp out, reaching down between your legs to help bring yourself over the edge.
one of mike’s hands yanks your hand back from yourself, pinning it down on the bed next to your head. your initial whine at the loss of stimulation turns into a moan of pleasure when he replaces your fingers with his thumb, quickly dipping between your folds to rub tight circles on your clit as his hips continue to roll into you.
“please, baby, do it. i wanna see it. let me feel it. i’m so close too—i’ll come with you, i promise.” he pants out above you, his pace eager even as it falters while he tries to hold out for you.
luckily, he doesn’t have to wait much longer until you’re gripping his hand tightly and coming undone under him. your brows knit together as your eyes flutter shut, hips squirming at the onslaught of pleasure. he follows you soon after, his hips stuttering as he draws back and empties himself onto your soaked folds with a choked out groan at the sight.
the both of you lay there in that position for at least a full minute, catching your breath. the grip you have on each others’ hand loosens without letting go, and his hand that was between your legs is now affectionately rubbing your stomach to soothe you.
“…you said we could go again, right?”
you lift your head off the pillows to look at him, before bursting out into quiet laughter, cutting through the thick tension in the room.
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.
— “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.
featuring, in order — finn wolfhard, mike wheeler, ziggy katz, richie tozier, boris pavlikovsky, miles fairchild, chris tian, and trevor spengler [x gn!reader]
finn wolfhard ⋆˚ ࿔
finn falls for you once he gets to know you. it's not so much a love at first sight situation, though he's always been aware of how beautiful you are. it was when you began to show up everywhere. in his studio working beside him, on his sets stopping by to to let him know you were thinking of him, at every group hangout that he wouldn't have agreed to had he not known you'd be there—he couldn't escape you, nor did he want to. you two find yourselves intertwined in each others lives far more than anyone else's and neither of you do anything about it. he isn't sure if he believes in fate, exactly, but he has yet to think of a better explanation for all this.
his affection for you shows in a multitude of ways. he wants to get to know everything he can about you. what you ate for dinner last night, how you do your hair, the way you check your fruits at the grocery store to see just how ripe they are. don't let him hear about your favorite musicians because he'll listen to them and think of you for weeks to come. music is the way to the heart, he thinks. it's a way of seeing inside you. god, he's in deep. not that he would wanna be anywhere else. he also loves to speak highly of you, because he means it, and he places a lot of value in his words. he always compliments you to your face like it's coming from the bottom of his heart and doing the same to others, telling friends and coworkers and interviewers that you're one of the best people he thinks he's ever met. oftentimes, it's about your skills or talents. always the first to lift you up after an accomplishment or even a rough patch, he's sure to be there. again, he sees inside you. he knows what you need, and sometimes that's for someone to say what no one else will.
finn contains himself well around you, never being too obvious about his attraction. that's not to say he doesn't show it at all, though. he has a way of making you feel seen that others don't. every time you open your mouth to speak, he's looking at you with keen eyes and giving blatant nods every time you talk so you know he's not only listening, but actually hearing you. it's easy to brush his actions off as friendliness though unless you're unusually attentive and pick up on the little things like his clammy hands and lower lip drawn between his teeth whenever you're near.
as for around others, he's nowhere near as good at hiding it as he thinks he is. all his friends can see the way he looks at you. like a pearl within a seashell. special. not only that, but he slips you into any conversation with them like he's slick. saying things like, "oh, y/n told me about this spot. they said it was their favorite so it must be good." or even when he's writing lyrics, humming to his friend mindlessly as he picks up his phone to text you, "i think y/n would like that one... i'll have to ask them what they think about it." hell, gaten knows all your favorite things before he even gets the chance to really meet you. that's when all his friends know you're gonna stick around. the media feels similarly, from what little they know in comparison. shipping is inevitable, and while hate is the same, everyone regardless of... how much they like it... has a pretty good idea of your relationship with one another. maybe not official in any way, but that was also subject to change any day. that's as far as they know, though. many already think you're together even if nothing points to that. not that he's totally mad about it.
his confession comes with time. it's not rushed, but rather practiced. intentional. a few months into getting to know you and falling even harder for you, finn decides it's probably time after a lot of stalling and saying he'd do it soon. he was nervous! he tries to not to make it a big deal, but also not meaningless. you two are hanging out, probably on your way home from a hangout, and it's on your doorstep that he lets it slip. no pressure to say yes, all the opportunity to leave if you want. he's fumbling with his hands when he finally tells you he really, really likes you. that you make him the happiest he's ever been, and he'd love to take you out. romantically, that is. he's almost certain that you'll say no until you're leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek and nodding with a giddy smile. by the end of the night, he's walking back to his car with the biggest smile on his face and songs already in mind to listen to on the drive home.
mike wheeler ⋆˚ ࿔
mike falls hard fast. whether he's aware his feelings that fast is a different story. the first time he sees you, you catch his eye almost immediately. the first time he talks to you, he's practically keeling over to try and get your attention (even if he always had it). he sums it up as admiration. you're cool! funny. sweet. pretty. obviously anyone would wanna talk to you. lucas smacks his arm and teases him for his crush and he pushes back. but when he's thinking about it later that night, he thinks. it wouldn't be so bad to like you. if anyone, it'd be you. from that night on, he's sure in it. stubborn, still, especially around his friends. he's not one to admit they were right. but then they see the way you make him smile and his cheeks flush and they can only hope this goes somewhere so they can see that written all over his face for as long as they know him. and, between him and whatever gods were above, the first time you call him your paladin during a d&d campaign, he crumbled. that really secured it, albeit a joke.
mike shows his affection outwardly despite thinking he's being smooth about it. he's trying to be the stereotypical gentleman by offering to carry your bags or books between classes and holding the door open for you even if you're an awkwardly far distance away. what? his friends told him they'd see it in movies! and lucas even did all this for max. she laughed at him, yeah, but it worked, didn't it? so mike tries and tries. he bluntly compliments you whenever it feels right even if it always sound like he's blurting it out. whether your hair is styled differently or it's not, he says what he thinks even if he doesn't mean to sometimes. even if it warrants reactions from you that only fluster him more, such as, "but i wear my hair like this everyday? thank you though."
with all that being said, he doesn't hide his crush well at all around you. it's easy to pick up on because of how blatantly differently he acts around you. he treats you like a total angel in comparison to his friends, who he pokes fun at and calls names like it's nothing. you'll never catch him doing that with you, though. he could never. he's also so obvious because his friends are some of the biggest instigators you'll ever meet. dustin and lucas are constantly alluding to his crush on you in front of you. they want you to know! mike always has to apologize for them, telling you they're stupid and crazy and not to believe a single thing they say. it didn't take them telling on him for you to know. not when he's constantly telling on himself by turning bright pink, stuttering profusely, and praising you like you were crafted by the gods. show one sign of insecurity and mike is making sure you never doubt yourself again like it's his job to do so. you'll never have to wonder whether he likes you or not. he makes it pretty known, despite his tendency to be, well, avoidant. thankfully (or you think you're thankful for it), he likes you way too much to act that way and the thought of not having you nearby 24/7 physically pains him.
that just means that everyone around the two of you knows about his crush before the either of you do. nancy notices him wearing things more intentionally rather than throwing whatever's somewhat clean on. less wrinkles and more color coding. will realizes mike is trying to ask more about you without meaning to, given will knows a fair amount about you already. you two were friends, after all. dustin and lucas tease him for spacing out when you walk by him for a few seconds. max playfully smacks the back of his head to get his attention with a smart, "don't stare, dork." so, yeah, he isn't good at hiding it one bit around you, let alone everyone else around him. it's a disaster waiting to unfold, he's sure, but he does love the idea of everyone knowing he's totally invested in you. even if he isn't actually with you, there's a sort of intimacy and closeness that comes with others knowing and validating his feelings. or maybe he's crazy. yeah, probably crazy.
mike doesn't plan some coordinated, romantic confession. it's messy and awkward and, well, him. it happens a month or two after realizing his feelings because it all crumbles under the weight of just how deeply he feels for you. in his (finally clean) room, you two are "studying" for an exam that neither of you really intend on studying for. mike's smart. you're smart. neither of you need this to pass. it's just an excuse to see each other outside of school without anyone else there to take you away from him. mike just has to mention something... love related. he can't even remember what it was he said when you're staring at him so hard he could've sworn you just saw a ghost. you get just as awkward at the mention of romance because it brings into question whatever you two are and he totally loses it and leans forward to kiss you. his lips find yours and he's hating himself for doing it until you actually kiss back and he's sure he's never been happier. so no, you don't get a real confession. you find out when he's actually jumping to kiss you and mumble about how badly he's wanted you and how sorry he is for letting you find out this way. he just... couldn't take it anymore. the waiting game. he was always too impatient for his own good.
ziggy katz ⋆˚ ࿔
ziggy is a love at first sight person and he falls for you within moments. maybe you walk by him in the halls at school or he sees you at lunch with your friends, but either way, he's hooked and he's sure he has to have you. he's asking people about you to find out your name and trying to internalize your schedule as best he can just so he can find a way to see you. none of the times you see him are accidental. it's always him making himself seen. it's a level of determination you have to admire, albeit quite sudden that this all starts. just from one look.
he shows his affection in every single way he can. you're getting compliments on the daily, he's gently brushing his arm against yours in class or when he walks by you in the halls, he'll offer to do your work for you when you're particularly busy, and he'll be the one you can go to when you need someone. what's there not to love? he makes himself easily consumable. he's catering and appealing to you specifically, even if he loses parts of himself in the process. if it means hopefully getting you closer to him, he doesn't care one bit. he'll even write songs. songs. whole songs. about you. about the person he can't stop getting distracted by in class because their beauty reflects off every surface. the person that spares him a glance everyday like a reward. he hopes you know they're about you. subtlety isn't his goal, thankfully, because it's also not his forte. you're getting declarations of love minus the confession itself that actually says "i love you" and he writes it off as affection. so, again, not subtle at all.
ziggy doesn't hide it from you well, except he's not trying to. he's bold and unabashed and he wants you to know that he's interested in you. why else would he have written every song and went out of his way to do all of that for you? that's not platonic. he does expect his good deeds to work in that way, even if that's not exactly the best mindset to have... anyway, like stated earlier, he gives declarations of love casually just to try and get you to understand his intentions. telling you that he loves being around you, loves your personality, your wits, talents—he just loves everything about you! he thought that'd be enough of a confession in and of itself, but he supposes even that could've been read platonically. he just makes it more and more obvious with every passing comment. you're stuck in a loop of confessing without the actual confession until you either reject or accept it. or until he breaks and says it outright. whichever comes first.
ziggy lets others know but pretends like he didn't mean for them to pick up on his little (huge) crush. he's asking about you nonstop then backtracking when they accuse him of being totally, irrevocably obsessed with you. he's all, "i didn't say that! i can't just be friends with someone? geez. don't make it weird! they're just... cool. really cool. they just get me, okay?" so defensive and even more of an over-explanation to go with it. the perfect combination! then, in the next breath, his head is turning to catch a mere glimpse of you walking by the window of the classroom. how secretive he is. when he's more open about it, he's embracing his adoration for you with his friends. they tease and ask if he's given up on you yet and he's starting this whole spiel about how stupid of a question that is. "why the hell would i give up? i'd never give up on them. seriously. they're the one, dude. they get me more than, like, anyone else i've ever met. sorry not sorry." he lifts his hands in mock defensiveness before laughing and shaking his head like he just heard the stupidest question. because, to him, he did. the last thing he'd ever be is ashamed of how much he likes you once he crosses the bridge of admitting it to others.
he makes a big deal of confessing to you. it's critical to his plan that he makes you feel like the only person in the world when you're with him, and that means making a big deal of spilling his heart out to you. as for how long that is after this all began... try a good two weeks. tops. he'd say he just knows what he wants, others would say he rushes into things way too fast. that doesn't change the fact that he's singing you a song he wrote just for this moment, sitting on a park bench like this was the most romantic scenery ever. once he's done, he's looking over to you and gauging your reaction like you hold the weight of his world in your eyes. the littlest of silence has him filling it with incessant rambles, claiming, "i-i just thought you'd like it, since it's your favorite genre of music, and i know you thought some of those metaphors were kinda cool in the other lyrics you heard—" interrupt him and tell him that you feel the same. please. unless you wanna hear him try and save face for the next hour. and then go on to kiss him, not to shut him up, because he'll already be rendered speechless by the time you do, but just to hear the little whine from somewhere deep in his throat and to feel him melt beneath your fingertips. hypothetically, of course. hypothetically, he'll like it a lot.
richie tozier ⋆˚ ࿔
richie falls for you hard and fast, but don't get it mistaken for being rushed. he only develops such a big crush on you so fast because he's drawn to you and therefore crowds you in every way he can. you can't escape him for heavens sake. he's at your door everyday and inviting you everywhere just to drag you out anyway if you aren't in the mood. he's surely responsible for his own feelings because if he weren't this persistent, they wouldn't be such a big deal. it takes more or less a week or so for him to understand what he's feeling for you is attraction and not just some really intense friendship.
he shows it most by wanting to be around you all the time. quality time, if you will. as mentioned above, he's dragging you out all the time and showing up to your door like clockwork. your family sees his bike pull up in their driveway and immediately know to call you down before he repeatedly knocks (bangs) on the door like always. he loves spending time with you at places he loves. he takes you to the arcade like it's the most intimate thing ever, because that's his place in his mind, and he's involving you in it. trusting you. playing against you and letting you win is his specialty, though he'd never admit it to a soul, let alone you. he's not weak! but he does have... weaknesses. he also teases you an insane amount out of everyone in the losers club. he's poking fun at you and making silly nicknames for you, forming inside jokes that'll only solidify your growing bond. he is that boy that picks on the person he has a crush on because he thinks that's the best way to flirt. just mix in some unexpected compliments when you make him weak and him sitting right up against your side with the claim that you're just warm. he can be sickeningly sweet when he wants to be. until then, you're getting playfully poked in the rib daily.
you can pick up on his intentions if you read between the lines, but only if you do so. otherwise, you might as well think he hates your guts, or sees you so much as a friend that he teases you like one. but no. that's just how he acts on the surface. when you two are really alone, he's opening up about stuff he doesn't tell a soul and letting you read past what many may consider the childish, almost bitchy facade he puts on. he lets you ride on the back of his bike and wrap your arms around his waist yet tells all his friends to walk if they don't have their bike. you're different from them, you soon learn. he'll tease you around them like it's some sort of defense mechanism, but that teasing falters when there's no one to convince that you don't mean anything to him. he loves when you touch, compliment, and spend time with him. he loves when you pay attention to him. he loves when you remember something he said before. he honest to god blushes when you reassure him his new haircuts cute and not ugly and too messy like he claimed. you like it messy. he remembered that for every haircut to come. so yeah, he may not scream it from the rooftops, but he sure as hell acts different around you because he feels different around you. better, even.
he actually hides it fairly well from those around him. in some cases because he represses and internalizes it, but others because he's just straight up embarrassed to be caught in a position of weakness. when he likes someone, he wants nothing more than to be with them forever, being all lovey dovey and getting to kiss them like a dork. he's more than certain that eddie or bill or stan would tease him for it if they ever found out he wanted that. don't even get him started on beverly. he's sure she'd tease him the most, albeit probably with the purest of intentions just because she knows the topics new territory, but still. she'd tease. so he keeps everything to himself, including you, as much as he can. nobody knows that he holds pinkies with you in private as you read a comic book together in the losers clubs hammock. they don't need to know the way he lets you fix his glasses and patch up his knee when he falls off his bike, an already embarrassing feat for someone that rides it daily. let it slip that you kissed it better and he thinks he'll die, but it really did make him feel better. for that he thanks you.
...that's not to say they never find out. they're nosy, and when they find out, they're immediately trying to force him to tell you. well, right after teasing him for being a lover boy, that is. they basically have to force him though for you to ever actually find out. and that they do. you go out with the losers club around the neighborhood and eventually end up on the cliff lookout over the water. but when you do get settled, they're all quick to board their bikes again and have beverley take richie's, just for good measure. he's immediately calling them names and calling out at them for it, having been switched up on. he didn't know they were gonna do that! but he knows exactly why they did. when you ask what the hell that was about, richie knows he can't play it off. even if he did, it'd only happen again. so richie does what he's best at. he over-explains and rambles and plays it down like it doesn't matter when he's actually mortified. when you reach over to hold his hand, though, despite him not even being done, he stops. it doesn't quite register to him what that little gesture means until you lean over and press a small kiss to his cheek. holy shit. the losers are never gonna hear the end of this.
boris pavlikovsky ⋆˚ ࿔
boris falls fast and easy, but it's hard for him to register that he's actually fallen for someone and make this distinction from prior encounters. not just a quick fuck, not someone that he gets high and loopy with, but someone that he craves to be around all the time. someone he misses the presence of when they're not there. he realizes all of this once he's gotten you in his bed a few times and he finds himself wanting to talk to and cuddle with you in the afterglow more than he has with anyone else. it hurts so much to watch you go but he can't quite fathom why that is. he'll just wash it down with more drugs and pretend it was never there, even if he knows deep down that you're different to him.
boris, at first, shows affection the only way he knows how. through diligent, intentional thrusts turned sloppy in the heat of the moment. it's his lips on yours, sucking your tongue and tasting your mouth like it's his dying wish. but even more than that, it's what follows. he's always used to putting his walls up after intimacy, but you learned how to tear them down. carding a hand through his dark curly hair as your nails scratch at his scalp, resting your head against his bare chest, shotgunning smoke with him just to kiss him without any heat behind it afterward. it all makes his chest ache because fuck, why do you challenge him so much? but he lets you because the opposite would be never having you at all. he knows better than to fuck this all up. he's learned from his past mistakes. god, has he learned. he doesn't express it in kind words or through soft hugs and warm kisses, but he does what he can to let it out. even if all that is is selfishly asking you not to leave him at the end of the night because that's when you're the softest, wrapping around him like a teddy bear and falling asleep with ease.
you don't realize how much you mean to him until he lets you in on the fact. he has control over how much you know. it starts slow when he's teaching you new words in russian. you've always been insistent on picking up vocabulary. when he first taught you love, you're sure your mind spun for hours afterward. him, teaching you the word love? you used it against him long afterward, just as he wanted. hearing you say it in that cute accent made him smile every time. that's only one example, too. over time, he's started inviting you over without the intentions of hooking up, kissing you without that charged, intense fervor behind it, and truly caring about your feelings like it pained him to see you hurt. he's always cared to an extent. but one day you came to him after a shitty day and he tried to do and say anything he could to help. he lets you in when he wants, so obviously he wants you to know you mean something to him. definitely not nothing.
he doesn't have much of a community around him to notice when he's acting differently, let alone about someone. he feels like he's disappointed everyone that stuck around, so he's not sure who cares enough to pay that much attention to him anymore. that just means he's only really got one person to manage it around: you. that's a load off his plate, right? unless theo decides to question him. not that he'd bother to hide it from him. he'd brag and brag about you like he's already got you, knowing damn well you could still leave one day and he couldn't do a thing about it. maybe if he pretended that wasn't a possibility, it wouldn't feel as likely anymore.
you find out on a random friday night when you're lying in bed with boris, still exhausted and glowing from what you two just engaged in. boris lets you lay right on top of him and bury your face in his neck even though every part of him can't take the sight and feel of you anymore. but tonight, instead of pushing you away or going quiet, he welcomes you. his arm wraps around your bare back and he rests his head against yours like it's natural. he brings the light, surely cheap blanket over your bodies like a warm hug. it's unfamiliar in the best way possible and it's hard not to let it get to you. he notices your expression, riddled with that unfamiliarity. boris finally murmurs, lacking that certainty he always has, "y/n?" once he has your attention, he swallows and says, like it's the most casual thing ever, "я тебя люблю (i love you)." you recognize that word. love. even if the rest isn't familiar, you falter and freeze and your heart damn near stops for a moment. he almost takes it back, pulls away, runs, because that'd be easier than confronting this weird feeling in his chest at the unknown. but then you're mumbling back that you love him and burying your gentle face back into his skin like you belonged there. he's far from fluent in english, but he understood. he really did. this time, he can't ruin it. he won't let himself.
miles fairchild ⋆˚ ࿔
miles is infatuated the second you walk through the door. he's intrigued, curious, and wants to know everything about you no matter what it takes. he attaches to you quickly, becoming someone you can't quite get rid of because he's always there. and if that's just right off the bat, at his most constrained, then what will it turn into after enough time passes? time will only tell.
miles has unconventional ways of showing his fondness for you. he's making sure there's never a moment that you go without him there. every corner you turn, every room you enter, every hallway you traverse down, he's right behind you. at least you never feel alone, right? even in your sleep, when you wake up with this eerie feeling that you're not alone. that's because in the dark of your room, he's perched in the darkest corner waiting for you to fall back asleep. must've been paranoia, he'd brush it off in the morning. he also becomes increasingly touchy, starting slowly as if conditioning you not to question it. a brush of the shoulder. his hand resting atop yours. soon enough, he's coming up behind you and pressing his chest to your back as he tries to peer over your shoulder and watch whatever you're doing. he blurs the lines on purpose because he wants you to start seeing him in that light without him ever having to truly say it. everything he does is intentional and it always gradually intensifies over time. miles doesn't know how to love normally.
while miles is awfully confrontational and everything described above is blatantly obvious, it's also important to note that you may not realize what it all means at first because he's simply different. he's weird and he acts it. nobody really knows what goes on in his mind or whether or not his vigorous interest in someone is of hatred or intrigue. but one day, when you're lying in bed fighting to fall asleep, you hear it. the creak of a door and the chill of the hallway flooding in alongside it. shivering under your covers, you keep your eyes tightly knit shut. out of fear, maybe? or maybe because you wanted to know who this was that's been haunting you every night. when you heard their feet padding closer to your bed before stopping right beside you, you could barely breathe. it smelled like him. the air of cigarette smoke, earth, and an underlying sweetness. mint, maybe? god, you'd never know. all you knew was he was the one coming in to watch you at every hour of the night and you're not sure you looked at him the same again. when did he sleep? could he not? your concern for him made you realize that maybe you do care for him more than you originally thought. hm...
nobody around him pays enough attention to really realize that he's acting differently around you. they sum it up to him being creepy and obsessive and call it at that. not that there's many people in his circle anymore. flora, maybe. his little sister that he cherished more than anything in this twisted, fucked up world. she doesn't pick up on anything though and she's the closest to him and the only one to pay him any mind. if not her, then who? certainly not kate. he'd never let kate in enough for her to see him at his most vulnerable. so there truly was no one.
you find out, truly find out, when miles is finally alone with you and can't quite find it in him to hold back anymore. he told you how he couldn't sleep a wink because his room was freezing, asking if he could stay with you that night. it felt wrong to decline such a request when he never asked too much of you anyway. as you lay there together, he'd stare. he'd stare and ask you questions while his eyes traced the curves and crevices of your face that he couldn't see until he was this close. it's when you finally ask why he's so fascinated by you that something in miles snaps. maybe it's the glint in your eyes that could be mistaken as a challenge, or the way you don't seem all too worried by the otherwise concerning statement. just... curious. like why the sky's blue or the grass is green. miles took it slow when he leaned in, your faces barely inches away. he took caution for once in his life. then, he did it. he pressed his cold, plush lips against yours and removed them just as quickly as he did so. a rare moment of uncertainty from him. when you leaned in next and initiated the next, miles was certain this was a dream. but part of him always knew you were just as fascinated by him as he were you. it was mutual, and that's all he wanted. to be able to do this.
chris tian ⋆˚ ࿔
chris becomes your friend before ever considering you in a romantic light. it's after a two or three months of friendship, specifically. he has to know someone a little before developing a crush on them, albeit he's always been able to acknowledge your beauty, he never wanted to base his interest off that alone! but then he discovered how funny you were when joking with him and how sweet you were to the campers and he was sent into a spiral over how much he simply adored you. he always got in his head about how bad he felt for falling so quickly for you, feeling like he had some ulterior motives behind his friendship as if he wasn't one of the most genuine guys you'd ever met at camp pineaway.
chris shows his affection for you in inarguably the sweetest ways possible. acts of service is probably the biggest one. he doesn't overly compliment you under the impression that it may seem shallow to only focus on your looks, but he will praise your actions and personality. he also doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by touching you a lot past the casual brushes of hands and play fighting in the lake. all in all, he just loves spending time with you and helping you out. that means taking on jobs for you around camp so you can go hang out with your friends, switching tasks with you when you don't wanna do yours, grabbing things for you, and more. he just loves taking a load off your plate and watching you light up at the assistance. it makes him feel so good! he'll trail after you like a puppy, too, always making his presence known by assigning himself to work alongside you and hanging out with you during his free time. you two are always sat next to each other at the campfire.
his advances could be mistaken as friendly because he's such a kind guy, but he's in no way trying to hide his interest in you. he's trying to get it at it subtly without making you uncomfortable in any way. you pick up on it one night when you're sneaking in his cabin to watch a scary movie together despite the promise of no electronics at camp. you just wanted to watch one so bad and how could he say no to you? so he brought an old vhs tape and got it hooked up to the one box tv he found in storage. that alone was insanely sweet. then, you two cuddled up in his chilly room while he rubbed your back and let you lean against him completely. it was so intimate, even though he'd promised he wouldn't do anything. just cuddling! nothing weird. and he meant it. but when he pulled you close after the worst jumpscare in the movie, your hearts racing together, you saw it. the concern written on his face and his keenness to protect you from a screen. this wasn't just friendly to him, but neither was it to you.
everyone calls him a simp from the get go. he grabs your shoes for you one time so you don't have to get sand stuck to your already clean feet after rinsing off and bobby is immediately poking fun at him for it. he's definitely not the only one, either. he doesn't entertain everyone's teasing remarks, telling them that he's just being a good friend and taking care of you. that not every guy is trying to flirt with someone when he's doing something nice. he doesn't want you to get uncomfortable with their comments so he shuts them down before they even get the chance to begin, even if he doesn't mind them much himself...
his confession to you is absolutely not a spur of the moment decision. he plans it out in his head and asks for opinions from his friends because he really wants to it to be perfect, even if you don't reciprocate, because he's sure you'll remember the gesture regardless. it's sweet when the evening comes. everyone's around the campfire across camp, but you two are lingering on the dock by the lake with your feet dangling in the cold water. his pinky gently intertwines with yours on the wood of the dock and that's when he finally gets the courage to speak. c'mon, chris, remember your lines. and he doesn't. he rambles and stumbles over his words but the second he lets out the phrase "i think i love you" he realizes just how unromantic this all went. so far from the vision he had in his head. he begins to apologize for how he let that come out but you're just laughing. laughing at how serious he's taking this. and you, honest to god, kiss him. you cup his cheek and kiss him. he's not sure there's a world where he deserves this, but he'll definitely accept if it's this one.
trevor spengler ⋆˚ ࿔
trevor is a total lover boy. for him, that means falling slow yet deep. he realizes it a little more with every look and smile you direct at him and accepts it with open arms. he'd love to love you, and so he does. there's no one defining moment for him, nor is there a day and time he could give you if you were to ask when this all began. it started from the moment he met you and has grown into what it is since the last time he saw you and it will continue to do so until the last time he sees you. how romantic, trevor can be. all despite being an otherwise reckless young adult. hell, he's a ghostbuster. what about him is rational and careful? it's unexpected but welcome.
his affection is shown in every which way. he'll compliment you when you do a good job, whether it be on a mission or something else, but he'll also compliment you when you simply look nice. you don't have to do much apart from exist to warrant a compliment from him. he's also the type to rest his hand on your lower back when walking beside or behind you like a reminder that he's there, especially if you two are doing a mission together and you're particularly spooked or shaken. with that being said, he's always with you when he can be. you never have to feel alone because he's always around. it's a comforting presence. and don't even let him do things for you, because he's doing absolutely everything. he remembers growing up and helping around whenever he could and the reactions it got from people. naturally, he started doing that with you. whether it be helping you move something heavy or protecting you from a particularly punchy ghost, he'll do whatever it is he can to watch your lips curl up into that pretty smile of yours.
trevor makes an effort to hide his crush on you because, well, he's scared of what you'd think. as would most people with a crush. he really cares what you think, especially about him. despite him doing all of that to show his affection for you, he doesn't think he's being obvious. i mean, maybe you pick up on the fact he has a bit of a puppy crush on you, but you can't be certain, right? wrong. he's horrible at acting normal around you. he's blushing like a madman when you compliment him back or hold onto his arm to stay close. god, he can't get you out of his head! he's spaced out for the rest of the day, and he expects you not to notice? he's obvious despite thinking he's very chill and discreet about you.
...some people that know him very well pick up on the gradual changes in behavior. his younger sister, phoebe, loves to joke about it when you're not around. making witty, deadpan comments that are teasing him about something he said to you that day, "so. they looked good, huh? just good?" otherwise, he has friends that pick up on it and make some similarly teasing comments but don't quite pry like she might. he's not very secretive, he just doesn't go out of his way to make it known, either.
trevor accidentally lets it slip in a random situation and there's multiple ways this could happen. here are a few. one, you two are on a mission and you're almost certain you're in the worst danger you've ever been in. the both of you doubt you'll even make it out of this one with how powerful the ghost is. it's when he thinks you two are about to die that he blurts it out. "god, i love you, okay? okay? did you hear me? please don't make me say it again—" and yeah, you did hear him, but you're more distracted by the way phoebe finally manages to bust the ghost when it's distracted with you two as bait. you two will have a lot to talk about when you get out of here. two, when you're trapped together in a confined space and he's rambling your ear off because he's not sure how long you two will be here but he can't seem to calm himself down. it's then that he finally just... runs out of things to say and mumbles, "you know i really care about you, right? more than anyone else, i think. you mean a lot to me. i'm glad i'm stuck here with you." you seem to catch his drift when you scoot over to rest your head against his shoulder. either way, he's confessing under pressure, and without himself really meaning to. that doesn't diminish how much he means what he's saying, though. not at all.
a/n — i'm soo sorry if some are shorter than others, i didn't wanna drag out some and make it feel forced lol 😭 long post wowow a whole 40 hcs in total i think im in motivation heaven!! hopefully this gets me #writing more now that i got this out of my system. not a req but i rly needed smth with variety to get me out of writers block i think ....
are u ok liv?? hope you’re doing fine, come back mama😢😢😢😢 imysm brah take care, drink plentiful of water and get enough sleep mwah LOVE YOU TWIN
oh my gosh this is so sweet yes i am doing well i’ve just been a little busy lately & tbh i have a bit of writers block ……… it started feeling like everything i wrote was the same so i took a break !!!
but with finn’s album & him being on tour i’m feeling delusional again and he just looks so good that i will probably make a comeback soon !!
finn wolfhard x gender neutral reader — 5.7k words
SUMMARY: finn performs an unreleased love song on a whim. nobody knows who it's about—not even you, his bandmate that he's been in a convoluted situationship with for the past year. unfortunately for you, he's also not one to let up his secrets that easily. especially when he thinks this one will ruin everything.
A/N: a universe where he wrote stupid song by liv abt u (in his style obvi)! idk if this is even a good plot but i rly wanted to post a longer fic so :p not proofread...
"You're gonna do amazing. You always do."
Those were the last words you had uttered to Finn before the both of you got on stage, pressing a much needed, chaste kiss to his cheek. His anxiety always seeped in before shows. It was ritualistic the way you'd always talk him through it.
But usually, he wasn't that nervous before a show. Maybe it was a high anxiety day, maybe it was the particular venue size—hell, it was smaller than others, maybe that was nerve wracking?
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Or maybe it was the fact he decided to play an unreleased song without letting any of the band know, leaving you all to aimlessly watch on stage with pounding hearts that didn't know what to expect—what the hell was he doing?
With your eyes trained on him from where you stood in the dark, the spotlight fixated on him, all you could do was listen and pick up on every few lines, taking in every word that left his lips.
"You should feel how I feel when somebody says your name. I'm a car speeding down the boulevard without a brake—" Finn's eyes have been fixated on the floorboards of the stage this entire time, occasionally glancing up at the crowd here and there. People exchange looks, questioning looks, but it doesn't end there.
"And I want you more than any stupid song could ever say."
Your body is nothing short of frozen, senses flooded with the unknown. Swallowing thickly, the noise from the crowd only picks up once they pick up on it—it's a love song. He's in love.
"...Thanks." He murmurs into the microphone once he finishes, laughing sheepishly at the crowd of people who erupt into cheers of excitement, like they'd been let in on some big secret.
They didn't even know the half of it.
"I think that's it for our show, right? I think..." Finn runs a hand through his hair, and you watch from behind him as he does. He must feel the way you stare daggers into the back of his head. "I don't have any more surprises up my sleeve tonight." The joke lands on the audience, but not you.
Closing his show by thanking the band and allotting you all your time to be recognized, it's then that you all collectively head backstage.
He's avoiding you. Poorly, but he is.
"Way to keep us on our toes." One of your bandmates jokes, patting Finn on the shoulder before heading to his own dressing room, "would've liked a heads up, but hey, seems like they liked the one-man-show."
"Yeah." You mutter with your tongue in your cheek, still staring right at him, waiting, begging for an answer, "a heads up would've been nice."
"Sorry. I guess I just got excited up there." He shakes his head and gives a sheepish laugh, lower lip drawn between his teeth, "it won't happen again, promise. Not without warning, at least."
"No hard feelings," the drummer, your other bandmate, laughs. "Your fans are probably more than happy to hear about the lucky person that caught your eye. Just be careful about the press, yeah? They love this stuff."
"You don't have to tell me twice." He huffs, nodding before excusing himself, "I'm gonna go get ready to head out. I'll, uh, be in my dressing room if anyone needs me. Okay?"
He spares you once glance before he traverses down the hallway, clicking the door open and closed as he disappears inside his dressing room. You're left without the answer you've been seeking: Who the hell was that song about?
"I'm gonna go check on him." You gesture down the hall to your bandmates, "I mean, that was unlike him, right? Can't help but worry. So."
"...Right. Wouldn't hurt." The same drummer nods back, raising an eyebrow in return. She shrugs, continuing, "just don't take too long. Sounds like he wants to get out of here before it gets too late."
"Wonder why." You whisper under your breath to yourself, following in his footsteps and making your way down the hall to his dressing room. The name card on the door reads his full name in big, bold letters, and you know there's no way mistaking this.
Knocking twice, you hear shuffling before Finn calls out from inside the room, "come in!"
When you do, turning the knob and peering inside, your eyes are drawn to his figure stood over the vanity. He's stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoning the flannel he wore on stage tonight. It's like he isn't expecting you, or maybe part of him is, considering the way he falters before returning to his task. Only now, quicker.
After all, you always came to his dressing room after shows. Always gave him a small kiss on the cheek and told him how good he did, always pretending like part of you didn't wish it wasn't too much to say the words your heart really meant.
"Hey." You hum, running a hand over your arm before finally stepping inside and closing the door behind you. When you hear the click, only then do you feel comfortable saying more. "So... You did really good out there tonight. Like always."
"Yeah, thanks." He nods, giving a short smile. Though, he doesn't direct it at you. He doesn't even look your way. "I don't think I totally bombed it, at least. Could always do better though."
"You're too hard on yourself in that way." You shake your head, moving over to come up beside him. Hesitant to touch, but welcoming it, if he really wanted to. It was hard to pretend the tension wasn't there, though. You couldn't.
He's just as hesitant with the newfound proximity.
"I have to get finished up in here quick today. I have to get to the recording studio early tomorrow morning." It's as if he's trying to brush you off, but you know better than to let him.
"And what, record that song you played tonight? That song you didn't tell any of us about?" With furrowed eyebrows, you shoot a look his way
"I told you guys, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it beforehand—" He sighs, hands falling to his sides.
"You already know that's not what I'm talking about." You interrupt, pausing before continuing with less intensity. "Who was it about...?"
"Come on, that's not fair." He tries again.
"To who? To me?" You shakily sigh, "is it really that hard of a question? You just went out there and sang a love song like a man in love. You didn't even tell us you were playing it!"
"I told you guys, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it before the show, I just—" He tries, lips parted.
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." You interrupt him, and for the first time in that entire interaction, his eyes meet yours. He stops pretending you don't exist and starts realizing he can't will you away.
He knows what this about, and you know he does.
He knows he just sang a love song on the same stage as you as if you two weren't in a convoluted, messy situationship that's drawn on for nearly a year now. He knows that every word you two exchanged held more meaning than either of you promised it would back when this whole ordeal started.
Promises long broken of casual. All for the sake of your careers. It was never just casual. That much was true.
Finn sighs, hand grazing yours as if a small plead for forgiveness. Finally, he asks, "what are you talking about, then? What do you want me to do? I already sang it. I can't take it back now."
"Who is it about?" You press, shaking your head, "I don't understand why you won't just tell me. We're supposed to talk about these things. We tell each other everything."
"It was just a stupid song." He insists, moving to slip his flannel off completely and change into an old band tee, "it didn't mean anything. Just because it's about love doesn't mean it's actually about anyone. You should know better than anyone that people write songs on just about anything."
With your tongue darting out to wet your lips, you watch him move across the room to put his clothes away into his black duffel bag. The one that's gone on every tour with him, long before you two met.
Deciding whether to push or not, you resort simply to watching him. He zips up his bag. You let out a breath you were acutely aware you were holding. He turns to face you. Your stomach twists agonizingly. All of your senses are heightened when you're around him, for better or for worse.
Before you can speak, Finn is picking up his duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Turning to you, he sighs, "come here."
You humor him, moving to stand right in front of him. And, without hesitation, he presses a gentle, chaste kiss to your forehead that lingers even once he pulls away. Looking up at him and catching his gaze, he gives you a soft look.
"You should go get changed. We had a late show. You must be tired, you need some rest. We all do. I can tell by the way you're not all over me." He teases before nodding, "no ifs, ands, or buts. That's an order. Got it?"
"...Got it." You nod once in agreement, accepting that tonight, your prying wasn't getting you anywhere. Not if you actually wanted to talk about that stupid song he played.
"Good." He brushes some hair away from your face before letting his hand drop. Moving to open the door of his dressing room, he waits for you to follow.
Stepping out of the room first, Finn closes the door behind the two of you before resting a gentle hand on your lower back, "if I don't see you in the tour bus, have a good night, okay? Get some rest before the show tomorrow. We'll leave later when I get back from the studio so you'll have plenty of time. Can't play a good show without a kick ass band. Especially you." He smiles.
"Yeah, goodnight." You smile back. You're not sure if it meets your eyes though when your mind is elsewhere.
He wastes no time in fleeing down the hall, and when he takes a left, you lose him. So much for a good night when he's acting so weird with you.
You go the rest of the night without hearing a word from him. No texts, no calls, nothing. It's weird considering that was always when you two talked most, after shows. Not that anything about tonight was like other nights, anyway.
The tour bus is unapologetically quiet, too. Your cramped room does nothing to offer comfort when you need it, especially not when you're sharing it with another bandmate. Tight circumstances call for tight fits, like squeezing into a shoebox of a room every night if it meant touring with Finn.
Usually, it was worth it. Tonight, you felt less sure of it, curled up in bed with your phone screen lit up and staring back at you as you scrolled through every video of his unexpected performance tonight.
"Every night like the one before, dream of you from like 1:00 to 4:00. Positively and truly sure, nobody's wanted somebody more."
Hundreds of thousands of fans were already speculating who it could've been about, down to every lyric. Maybe that celebrity he's been seen with a couple time over the years? Maybe that pop star he's spoken about once publicly?
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
That's all this was anymore. A bunch of possibilities and speculations.
On top of that, you're sure you know the song and every lyric by heart with how many times you've rewatched different angles of the video hoping to catch something you didn't before. A look in a certain direction, emphasis on a particular word, anything, really.
God, just breathe. This isn't helping.
You check your notifications, check the time—seeing it's barely three in the morning—before noticing a missed text from Finn. It's still recent, though, sent only a few minutes ago.
"You're up, aren't you?"
You type back, first replying that—yes, you are awake, before then asking why he is, too. The next minute that passes, anticipating a reply, drags on longer than you'd like it to. Finally, he's typing.
Can't sleep, keep having weird dreams
Had a feeling you wouldn't be able to too
Honestly. The audacity. Not that he's wrong, no, but it'd be nice if he didn't rub salt in the wound.
Do you wanna come to my room?
No funny business, promise
So that's why he texted. He wanted to see you, probably try to make up and make out. It'd be easy to go to his room, pretend like nothing happened, and get lost in the taste of his lips on yours.
But it would never be fulfilling enough to make up for the uncertainty he'd left you with earlier.
Cursing under your breath, you turn your phone off and let it drop to your bed. You weren't entertaining him tonight. You'd consider it once he stopped pushing you away just to pull you back in and, instead, started communicating.
Until then, radio silence.
You don't fall asleep easy that night. Not when it's already three in the morning and you're fighting not to give in to the easy option of blissful ignorance just to get some sleep.
In the morning, you feel it. You're awake, but you don't feel it. With a drawn out yawn, you check the time on your phone. Seven in the morning now. Not only that, but your bandmate is gone from their bed and people are talking amongst themselves outside of your room.
Putting a more awake look on your face, you slip out from under the covers and take a breath. For your own sake, hopefully Finn is already at the recording studio.
When you step out the room, you glance over the tour bus to see everyone scattered across the tight space. Immediately, your bandmate calls your name, your head perking up at the sound. You see the drummer, also your roommate, was the one to try and get your attention.
Finn also perks up when he hears your name, eyes trained on you. Fighting back the urge to look back at him, to see the look on his face, you yawn to your bandmate, "didn't realize waking up at seven would make me the last to get up."
"You're right on time, actually. Finn's about to head out." She shrugs, gesturing to you, "not too late for you to throw a jacket on and tag along."
Huffing, you shrug in return, "he doesn't need me."
"What, aren't you gonna go with him like you always do? Trouble in paradise." You hear in return, teasingly, "just don't let it ruin the show tonight."
"You're annoying." With a scoff, you scour through the fridge to find a drink before sparing a glance at Finn. "Good luck with recording."
"...Right. Thanks." He nods back, crossing behind you to head to the bus's door. It's like he's waiting for you to say more, maybe even change your mind, but you don't. With a sigh, Finn continues, "get some sleep, okay? Four hours is nothing."
The door closes behind him on his way out with a loud thud. The others in the room return their focuses to whatever's in front of them—instruments, phones, or each other. All you can think about is how much of a hypocrite he is. He was the one texting you at three in the morning.
"Didn't sleep well?" Your bandmate, or rather, roommate, asks as she sets her phone down.
Yawning at the mention, you mutter, "four hours."
"And Finn knew that how?" Her eyebrows raise curiously, and you know she's already conjuring up every possibility in her head.
"...Lucky guess?" You excused with a shrug, far too sleep deprived to come up with better.
"I'll pretend like I believe that." She pats the table before passing by you on her way to the others, "just... Go back to bed before I ask any more questions. And I have many."
"I'm seriously fine." You retort, opening your drink.
"So, you and Finn..." she lowers her voice, leaning over the counter with her chin perched in her palm and her brows still raised.
Groaning, you reluctantly grab your drink and head right back to your shared bedroom where you came from. You should've known she'd picked up on the changes in your dynamic with him after sleeping in the same room with you for months on end during tour. Every time she caught you sneaking out of bed or texting someone late at night, she knew. Of course she did.
"Not a word." You mouth and raise a finger at her from afar before closing the door to your room.
Tuning your instrument is one of the few times where you're not focused on whatever is going on in your love life. Or the lack thereof. You haven't quite figured that part out yet. Either way, it's hours later into the day, the show is set to start in less than half an hour, and you're fighting back that same nerve wracking feeling that threatens to bubble in your stomach.
Only worse this time.
But if you got through last nights show, you can get through anything.
Shuffling on the couch of your dressing room to get comfortable, you try to focus on getting in the right mindset to perform. It's hard when your mind is racing with negativity.
Why did he text you last night like nothing happened?
Is he singing that love song again tonight?
Will he ever even tell you who it's about?
It sounded far too romantic to be about someone you've only ever kissed in the shadows and held in the night. Someone you've never even said the word love to, yet professing it in a song to the whole world. He was the one who promised casual for the sake of his career. That dating was a risk, and he'd rather have you halfway than not at all.
That sounds more intimate than you originally took it, looking back on it.
You're brought out of your thoughts by a hand abruptly resting on and squeezing your shoulder. When you turn to look up at the person behind you, your eyes lock with his brown ones for the first time since this morning.
"Hey, you." Finn gives a nod, "how're you feeling? Did you get more sleep like I told you to?"
"I slept, yeah. Are you asking how I feel about life or about the concert?" Your hands fall from where they were tuning your instrument. "Because those are two totally different questions with two totally different answers."
Looming over you, he says, "first, the show." He huffs out a small laugh, both hands resting on your shoulders now as he looks down at you.
"Well, are you playing any more surprise songs we should know about before we get up there?" You exchange a knowing look, to which you watch him get sheepish. Rubbing your shoulders, Finn weakly chuckles and offers a shrug.
"If I am, I'll be surprised, too." He tries to joke. Then, he shakes his head with a little more seriousness, "but, uh, no. I'm not planning on it."
"Why not?" You push while on the topic. Anything to get him to talk more about it.
"It's just a stupid song, anyway." He brushes it off, minimizing it with the shake of his head and the ruffle of his hair.
"It didn't sound stupid to me." You shrug back, trying not to act like it was a big deal to you. Because it wasn't. Or, it shouldn't be.
It's not like he was yours, nor were you his, so why did this song get in your head as much as it has?
"...I was thinking of including it on my next album. I know I have everything written and sent in to the label, but..." He struggles to find the words, parting from you to come around and sit near you on the couch. Not right next to you, but close enough for you to feel his body heat and wish it was yours. He continues in a long-winded ramble, "this song is different. I don't know how to explain it. It doesn't even fit the sound of my album. It isn't cohesive. And I don't really write love songs. They're not my thing. It's weird that I did."
"You're the one overthinking now." You scoot closer. Both for him and for you. Extending your arm out, you rest your hand on his knee.
"How could I not?" He huffs out an amused laugh, leaning into your touch. "I feel like this song has just ruined everything it's touched so far."
"...Don't speak too soon." Your brows raise as you give him a look, "plus, I wouldn't blame the song for you being annoying. That's all you." It comes out teasing, and he takes it as such, thankfully. He huffs out a laugh again, to which you sigh of relief.
"Thanks." He weakly smiles. "Not mad?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say I'm mad. Upset? Yeah. We're far from done talking about this and that 'stupid song' and us. But... I hate seeing you upset more, so." You pat his knee before leaning into his side, feeling him wrap a comforting arm over your shoulder.
"...I figured when you ignored my texts last night." He snorts, head falling to rest against your shoulder, "I just... Don't wanna mess up."
"Can't mess up much more than you already have." You tease again, earning a groan in return, "okay, okay, I'm done. But seriously, the only way you could ruin things with me is by not talking to me. Which is why I've been so upset."
"Right." He nods in what seems to be understanding before sighing, "I... Know that."
"If I say we'll talk later, will you actually talk to me?" You rest your chin on his shoulder, looking up at him and studying his features, "I mean, since obviously this is bigger than we mean for it to be."
Swallowing thickly, throat bobbing, he nods. When you offer your pinky finger, he loops his around yours. Pinky promise.
With a knock on the door, you hear his manager speak in that familiarly urgent tone, "Finn, are you still in here? We need you for mic check."
Patting his thigh, you let him sit up away from you. He calls out in reply that he's on his way, but he doesn't seem too rushed. Not when he takes the time to press a kiss to your temple and squeeze your hand before standing up and smoothing over his shirt.
"How do I look?" He asks you like your opinion is the only one that matters.
"Handsome." You hum before poking at his torso from afar, "would be even better if you were on time to mic check, though."
"I'm going!" He defensively puts both arms in the air and backs away towards the door to the hallway, smiling wide like he isn't exactly where he wants to be.
"You better be." You urge, fighting back a smile of your own as you settle back into the plush of the couch. The instrument by your feet is long abandoned despite the upcoming show. It's tuned and ready and that's all you could really ask for.
You just hope he meant it when he promised you'd talk later. And, hopefully, you get the truth.
Later in the night, the air thickens with another concert having flown past you. The setlist has been ran through in it's entirety, you hadn't played a single chord wrong, and you're not doing half bad for someone who's life has been turned upside down in the last 24 hours.
For that, you'd say you're doing pretty good.
You and Finn had tension throughout the show, thick at times and unbearable at others. It was hard to gauge whether you were still holding a grudge against him or if you wanted to blow him a kiss just to fuck with him during his show. Watching his face get red as he fumbled over words, blaming it on the heat of the show.
Fortunately, you knew better than to forgive that easily. You couldn't be won over just by the mere promise of resolution.
"I have another kind of... Unreleased, surprise song, if you will." He muses, glancing back at the band, lingering on you for a second longer than the rest. Whilst looking at you, he asks you all, "can I play it for them?"
The others nod, just shaking their heads at his antics. You pause. He notices. Until you finally nod with them and draw your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation.
He said he wouldn't play it.
"This is, uh, a song I recorded in the studio today actually. Maybe it'll be on my next album, maybe not. Probably not." Finn laughs into the mic, sheepishly, "all I know is it means a lot to me, so I hope it means just as much to you guys too."
"And I hope it means even more to who it's about."
In the seconds before the music starts, all you can hear is the quiet chattering of the audience who's eager to know what that last part means. Who? It's about someone? Do they know who it is?
You can practically hear them from where you're standing on stage.
It's hard to listen to Finn when your heart is pounding and your throat threatens to close. It doesn't help that he glances back at you in particular, eyes meeting yours. Your fingers quietly tap against your instrument in an effort to occupy and distract yourself.
When he starts, anxiety washes over you, and his words finally settle in a way they didn't before. It's only when he's halfway through the song that you register it, too.
"You should feel how I feel when somebody says your name." He echoes into the microphone, and you swear he's glancing at you in the moment.
Earlier that morning, waking up and groggy from a few hours of sleep, when your bandmate called your name from across the bus—it wasn't just you who looked up at the sound of your name.
Finn's eyes were trained on you, and he perked up at the mere call of your name.
Then, turning to face you off to the side of the stage, he sings, "every night like the one before. Dream of you from like 1:00 to 4:00."
A memory flashes in your head of the text messages he'd sent you last night at three in the morning, and suddenly you're freezing in your spot on stage. It's his turn to render you speechless.
Can't sleep, keep having weird dreams
Had a feeling you wouldn't be able to too
You were the first person he texted after waking up from those weird dreams. The first person.
It feels like a coming-of-age movie, the way the memories keep flashing back in your head. They're coming together like the pieces of a puzzle, if the puzzle was actually embarrassingly clear from the beginning. When you were too blind to see it, too hopeless to even imagine it to mean what it does now.
"And I want you more than any stupid song could ever say."
He gives you a nod when he sees the look in your eyes, fighting back a mix of a smile and a nervous, worried look. Pure, unadulterated realization hits your face—he tries to take it in. To gauge your expression, how you feel.
He wants you more than any stupid song could ever say.
That's the last line of the song. The crowd is more than bustling, bursting into cheers and claps and obviously giddy giggles that turn into murmurs amongst each other. So much for secrecy.
"That one's called Stupid Song. And not because I think it's actually stupid! Obviously." He says to those who give small laughs at the title, "that much should be obvious."
Continuing, he runs a hand through his black curls as his guitar hangs low over his shoulder, "even though I felt like it was when I was writing it, and it's all I could think about. Then someone told me that they didn't think it was stupid." He huffs, quieting a little before he finishes, "it just sounded like I was in love. So. Yeah. That's that."
When the crowd responses with awe, he gets all red and flushed and you watch him fluster under their attention. He ruffles his hair again before interrupting, "alright, alright..."
With a soft laugh away from the mic, he glances back over at you before turning back to prompt the end of the concert.
He says all of the same stuff he usually does, the same mantra you've heard for months on end and you'll go on to hear for months to come. It never bores, especially when he's saying it in such a rush that you know he's dying to get backstage. Hopefully to see you rather than run from you.
"Goodnight, everybody!" He waves to the crowd before following after you and the band and disappearing off stage, out of the public eye.
Making it backstage, Finn runs both of his hands down over his face. The adrenaline seems to be running off, and he's still searching for that reaction he was hoping to get out of you earlier.
When his eyes land on you, he halts. But when he sees the way you fight back a smile, his body physically relaxes—you catch it, the way his shoulders fall, how his jaw unclenches, and the sigh of relief he lets out.
Rushing up to him regardless of the band members and crew that surrounds the two of you, you collapse in his arms like you'd been holding the weight of the world on your shoulders.
"You couldn't tell me but you could tell the whole world?" You laugh against his shoulder. A genuine, weak, throaty laugh that can't possibly be replicated, "you should've just told me..."
"Yeah, well, I should've known that you wouldn't hate me for it." He admits, running a hand over your back as he holds you impossibly close. "Not everyone can say they got a love song written for them." With a huff, Finn gives in and buries his face in your neck.
"Couldn't even wait to date me before writing one." You joked, murmured against his shirt, making him huff out a breathy laugh against the skin of your neck. It's warm, comforting, and everything you've ever wanted.
"You think they know it's about you?" He asks, looking down at you where you're buried in his shoulder, "did they see me looking at you?"
"Hell if I know." You shake your head, , "I was too busy trying to wrap my head around the whole thing."
"So... I was right, wasn't I?" Your bandmate from earlier nudges you. All you do is scoff, because, well, she was. "Don't worry, I won't tell." She snickers before leaving with the others to give you two space.
You two are given a moment, thankfully, but neither of you move. Rather, you two instead embrace it and curl around each other as close as possible as if making up for lost time. There's lots of words to be said and things to be explained, but all you two wanna do is savor this moment.
It's not everyday that you'll get to experience this, the part where you two realize how stupid you were for not doing this sooner. Maybe that's where the song title comes from—it should be.
"...I'm sorry I didn't tell you last night. I thought you were upset because we promised to keep it casual. I promised to." The words come out low and intentional, yet he doesn't hesitate to say them. "It'd was always you. You know what, right?"
"Now I do." You nod back, finally parting to look at him. Really look at him. At his soft eyes, pointed nose, and parted lips. He's a sight for sore eyes.
"Never forget it." He reassures you, nodding fervently before leaning closer to your face.
You think you know where this is going.
When you reciprocate by leaning in, too, he takes the hint and meets you halfway. And god, does it feel good when his lips finally press against yours. For the first time, you're actually kissing him. Not on the cheek, forehead, temple, or anywhere else—but his lips. His soft, careful, tentative lips that beg to press as close as they can to yours.
Between rushed kisses, Finn musters up the courage to whisper, "I meant it when I said I want you. In the song, I mean."
"You've always had me." You reassure him, cupping his cheek and pressing your lips back to his before he can respond. He gets lost in the taste of your lips, and you can only be grateful you're alone. Just for now.
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finnwolfhardofficial Stupid Song is out now
ynsusername hmm not bad 🤔
finnwolfhardofficial That's not what you told me before
user1 yeah they're just playing in our faces rn
user2 Is this who he's dating??
user3 is it actually about someone in his band?? 😭
user4 It has to be lol did you see the video? He wouldn't stop looking at them
user5 i cant believe we live in a timeline where finn wolfhard released a love song... the world is healing
user6 there's no way that's not them on the final slide WHOSE SHOES ARE THOSE i'm gonna be sick
user7 I'm like 99% sure Y/N has worn those before lol.
a/n — hai... if u haven't seen my other posts im moving rn SO that's why ive been inactive haha... hahahahah... i feel like this isn't my best work SO IM SORRY IF ITS MID but i wanted to write smth longer and im olivia rodrigo brainrotted rn :P
crushing!mike who keeps a box of your handwritten notes and letters under his bed so he can reread them before he goes to sleep
crushing!mike who calls into radio stations and asks them to play love songs dedicated for a special someone knowing you’d probably never even tune into those channels.
crushing!mike who perks up and looks around at the mention of your name when you’re not there
crushing!mike does an excessive amount of chores and steals from nancy’s piggy bank just to buy you some lousy thing you’d mentioned briefly many conversations ago
crushing!mike who’s instinctively drawn to you in a group setting
crushing!mike who’s eager to compliment you when you do something different. You got a haircut and he was the first to notice— it was almost scary how fast he was. Or that time when you wore a new shade of lipgloss, it’s as if he knew the hex code of your old one.
crushing!mike who immediately thinks of you anytime someone mentions anything remotely adjacent to your interests. It takes everything in him to not start ranting about you right in those moments.
crushing!mike who stammers over his words anytime he has a one on one conversation with you (you always seem to giggle at his embarrassment— if your amusement is at the cost of his humiliation, so be it.)
crushing!mike who immediately deflects and acts disgusted anytime someone asks if he likes you. (everyone knows)
crushing!mike who’s mom praises you every time you come over (“oh, mike needs a nice girl like you!” “i hear so much about you!” “you’re such a good influence on my mikey.”)
crushing!mike who can’t keep his eyes off of you. If the world’s most outrageous fireworks were going off, he’d be locked in on the lighting hitting your face. If you’re at a movie together, he’s observing your expressions. If you’re at the mall, he’d run into a pillar from glancing at you so often. This boy just can’t stop looking at you.
crushing!mike who tends to shift his voice into a softer tone anytime you talk to him, especially if you’re upset about something.
crushing!mike who joins clubs he has no interest in just to be closer to you. The knitting club nearly rejected him when he brought in a wheel of thread to knit with.
crushing!mike who stays up at night staring at his ceiling, making up scenarios in which he confesses (he genuinely starts believing you’d recoil in disgust and never talk to him again)
crushing!mike who starts dressing and doing his hair differently to resemble your celebrity crushes (he has to beg max for intel, ‘has she ever mentioned finding any actors attractive..?’ ‘wouldn’t you like to know…’ )
crushing!mike who eavesdrops on your conversations to try and educate himself on your interests, the goal being he has a common interest with you
crushing!mike who remembers things nobody else bothers remembering. You mention something once and it’s engraved into his mind. How was your grandmas birthday? Did you pass your drivers test? How’d your attempt at baking go? Were you able to buy that jacket you wanted last time?
crushing!mike who somehow always embarrasses himself around you. at the movies he’d fall going up the stairs and drop the popcorn, at the park he’d try using max’s skateboard to impress you but then scrape his knee and cry, at the arcade he’d waste all his coins on a single machine trying to teach you how to play by showing you how a pro does it.
sorry if these are repeated or vague,i found a few of these in my notes app so i don’t know if ive used them in previous hcs sighhh. it’s 1 am and all the drafts i have are way too short to finish so here’s some headcanons ! SORRY I NEVER POSYED THAT SMAU I WAS GONNA DO OH MY GOODD when i tell you i procrastinate like a wuss omg im so sorry T-T. hopefully this compensates for it even a little !
🗒️: head canons bc why not !! this one’s for @samomalovaa <3
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ he’s the type to drag you to the camping site with only two backpacks and a flimsy tent , definitely wanting to have that ‘ authentic ’ camping experience . but then when it’s only the darkness and the two of you , no actual lights just one lantern he’s scrunched up next to you cause he’s freaking tf out
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ finn brings his guitar as well , of course , serenading you by the campfire while you make smores because that’s what a real musician does . they’re songs he’s been writing for a possible new album , songs about his muse ( cough cough * you * ) and they’re perfect per usual !
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ when you two go hiking he plans it out perfectly but also not perfectly . i mean he has a set plan on which mountain top he wants to reach and how long you two will be up there but no map . nothing at all . just his intuition and many many trees and the sounds of animals all around and possibly some scarier shit that makes him regret his decisions
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ i like to think you two bicker a lot during that hike , he’s lost but hates to admit it and you’re pissed because what if you don’t make it out alive ! but the whole way up you’re trying to tweak out but he’s lowkey rage baiting without even knowing
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ the final campsite you two make is when you finally reach the destination and finn’s apologetic now because of his behavior back there you know he’s kissing you with pure pleasure mixed with sorrow too tbh since he doesn’t want his girl to be pissed at him . you’re really not but it’s nice to him crumble under you over a small thing
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ the night at the top of the mountain is beautiful , the view where the snow and green woods meet and you’re happy that you’re both here . looking forward into the distance and grateful that you’re probably stuck here but at least it’s with finn and no one else
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ and then once it’s time to set for home you don’t want to go because maybe this is the life you want . a cabin in the woods with a man and his guitar . but that’s for another day . . .
girl do you think you could write experienced finn x inexperienced reader ?? (not smut , like kissing)
last first kiss — finn wolfhard x reader
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synopsis: finn teaches you how to kiss!
contents: …kissing duh, pocky challenge, slightly anxious reader, mostly fluff, very tame this time sorry to my freaks out there
notes: i hope i wrote this well idk guys what do u think ... yes that's a one direction reference in the title and finn looks so good in that pic im drooling
𓂃۶ৎ more below the cut!
you’re sat close together with finn on the couch, the both of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time as you split a bag of pocky sticks between the two of you. the sun has long set, your dinner date extending much longer than the actual dinner itself.
"have you ever tried the pocky challenge?" you hum out in an overly casual manner, taking one of the sticks and biting off a piece.
he nods his head, making little to no effort to hide the fact he's probably done so a couple times by now. late nights with friends with one too many drinks in their system are to thank for that. "yeah, i have. you?"
on the contrary to him, you shake your head. not once has the opportunity even presented itself. it's met with a brief stint of silence between the two of you, the only sound in your ears being the crunching of the stick in your mouth.
"we can do it now. if you want to, of course," finn offers, adding in the disclaimer at the end within a split second.
you're well aware that it was your idea. that a part of you was hoping he would offer just as he did. but you might've been in way over your head, because now the thought of his lips on yours seemed like the most daunting task you've ever had to undertake.
regardless of the pit in your stomach, your head bobs up and down sheepishly. as he adjusts how he sits on the couch to be facing you, you become acutely aware of the way his knee bumps yours and the lack of distance between you on the couch. you hear the pulse of your heartbeat in your ears pick up every so slightly and the crinkle of the foil wrap as he grabs a new stick for the both of you.
he places one end into his mouth, the other end of the thin stick pointing out toward you. you focus hard on not going cross eyed as you take the other end in your mouth. how fucking embarrassing would that be, right?
once your end of the stick settles between your teeth, you muster up the courage to look up at finn's face. you find him already looking at you, to your surprise. his dark brown eyes stare directly at you and immediately the skin of your cheeks heat up. you can't help but huff out a laugh, sending the both of you into a fit of giggles at how stupid this is.
"shut up, shut up, focus!" finn says through his own giggles, his enunciation a little impaired by the way he's trying not to drop his end.
you take in a breath to calm yourself, nodding your head limitedly as you let yourself focus again. it feels less awkward now that you've gotten your amusement out of the way. like acknowledging how stupid this game is made everything feel a little lighter between the two of you.
finn makes the first major move, his teeth inching forward as he takes more of the pocky stick into his mouth. you sit there frozen in front of him as he comes closer and closer, up until he stops when he's about a quarter of the way down. "come on, you gotta put in work, too."
oh. right. you roll your eyes at his demands, also ignoring his amused huff and the way you're now so close that you can feel his breath on your skin when he does that.
you take a couple bites down the stick as well, your teeth biting off the bits you take into your mouth. finn doesn't even wait for you to stop, simultaneously trimming off more from his end at the same time.
when your noses brush against each other, the both of you pause with less than an inch of the pocky stick left between the two of you. you can't really get a good look of finn from this angle without going cross eyed. you focus your gaze upwards, looking through your lashes at the ceiling to avoid being flustered at how damn close you are.
finn lets out another huff, but you're not quite sure if it's from amusement or impatience this time. it may be a mix of both. within the span of two seconds, he bites off the rest of the stick for himself, leaning forward the rest of the way to press his lips against yours. your eyes widen as your heart leaps into your throat, feeling the warmth on your lips that sends a tingle down your spine.
within a split second, you jerk back just enough to catch finn off guard, his eyes flickering open as he sits back himself. his eyes quickly search yours for an explanation on what he did wrong, what exactly made you react that way. "fuck--sorry, i didn't mean to--well, i did. obviously. but i didn't mean to push you into anything."
you shake your head back and forth adamantly, your hand coming up to dismiss his worries. "no, no. it's not that. it's fine. it's not you."
god, as if this couldn't already be more of a cliche. it's not you, it's me, my ass. but it kind of is that way.
"i just don't, um..." you hesitate, trying to find the right words to express this without making yourself sound like a total loser. "i don't know how."
it feels like the words bounce off the walls to taunt your ears in the silence that follows. you can't exactly get a read on finn no matter how hard you try. he's just kind of sitting there with a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyelids blinking rapidly.
it feels stupid to admit. that you don't know how to kiss. it seems like it should've been something you learned way back in high school along with all the other awkward phases. but it just never came up.
"okay." he finally breaks his silence in the most underwhelming way possible. "okay, then i'll teach you. no biggie."
no biggie? is he being serious? your brows knit together at the air of casualness that surrounds him. it's almost like you didn't lay yourself bare to him in admitting that.
although, there is a comfort to his relaxed demeanor. he doesn't seem to care as much as you thought he would. he doesn't look at you like it's a foreign concept to him, in fact taking it in stride.
"...you'll teach me." just to make sure, you echo his sentiments.
"yeah. i'll teach you." he shrugs it off, like it's really 'no biggie' at all. "just relax and follow my lead, yeah?"
your head nods a total of two times, trying not to overwhelm yourself with the thought of everything that could go wrong. what if you're a slow learner? what if you don't learn at all? what if he thinks it's gross and it's the worst kiss he's ever had?
"okay, just... put your hands here. or on my shoulders. or you can keep them on your lap. whichever one works for you." he digresses every so slightly, one of his hands comes up to the back of your neck, gently holding you close to him as his fingers settle in the roots of your hair.
you hesitate to copy him, your hands stuttering mid air before you finally settle for resting them on his shoulders. the act feels so juvenile, like a kid learning to dance with their crush at a middle school dance.
finn nods encouragingly, seemingly doing everything he can to ease your obvious nerves. his eyes dart between yours, giving you a few seconds to back out at the last moment if you so please. when you don't use the opportunity, he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly and closes the gap between you again, both of your eyes fluttering shut.
he's much more conscious about it this time. he takes your bottom lip between his, slotting your lips together. your breathing stills in your chest when you feel the warmth of his mouth against yours again, this time more intentionally. his lips slowly move against yours, lightly sucking on your bottom lip to pull it between his. the feeling is overwhelming.
the pressure of his lips on yours snaps you out of your frozen shock as he leans forward to be closer to you. you try to mimic what he's doing, moving your lips in the same way as his. it's awkward and clunky at first, your pace not quite lining up with his. he hums softly against your lips, using the hand at the back of your neck to tilt your head back just a little bit.
the change in angle of your head seems to do wonders, although you're not sure why. the two of you settle into a rhythm that makes the kiss flow smoothly. finn never changes up the pace on you, making it easier for you to adapt to his lips and figure out what feels the most natural for you.
it does really all seem to fall into place. you'd always thought it was just something people said to comfort you when you admitted your next-to-nothing knowledge about how to kiss. but it truly does just take a leap of faith and a willing person to guide you.
you don't yet dare to change up the pace of the kiss yourself, strictly following finn's guide and mirroring the rhythm of his lips. he moves to be closer to you on the couch, his hand that's not on your neck snaking down to your hip. the heat of his palm sears through your clothes, but it's not enough to distract you from the way he presses his lips against you more adamantly, trying to pull more from you.
you pull back just a little bit when he does this, your head spinning from the adrenaline and probably the lack of oxygen. you didn't even realize you hadn't been breathing until you took a breath.
he doesn't let you go far, not that you were trying to anyway. you look at him once you've put enough space between your faces to see him properly. his lips shine with a mix of your spit and his own, the skin just around his top lip slightly swollen from where your lips had been. the thought of it being your doing makes your heart stutter in your ribs and you wonder if your lips look like that as well.
"you're okay?" finn questions. his shoulders immediately relax under your hands when you nod your head and reassure him that yes, you're fine. you just needed to collect yourself. "you're sure you're not fucking with me? you learn fast."
a sheepish laugh escapes your lips when he says this, both flustered and flattered at the tease in his voice. "yeah, i'm pretty sure i'd remember if i was kissed like that."
"'like that'? trust me, you haven't seen anything yet."
loving disclaimer to all my inexperienced ppl :: do not mess with men who have been around irl, they're evil and will break ur spirit !! be picky !! i promise ur soulmate is not the boy with 20 bodies ❤️ stay safe everyone
mike didnt think his last minute costume idea would attract attention, but when he finds himself on his knees in the bathroom, he starts second guessing himself .
word count: ?? (also not fully proofread!!!)
warnings: aged up characters. all characters past legal age. mentions of drugs and alcohol. underage use of drugs and alcohol. fluff sub!mike. virgin!mike. experienced!reader. making out. grinding. f!recieving. oralf!recieving. sober!mike. slightly intoxicated!reader. SMUTTTT!!!
notes: this fic has been a long process as it sat in my drafts for months but i finally finished after getting motivated from “call it even” by voyter. Alot a credit is due to them for ideas in this fic! i recommend reading it if you havent already. first time fully writing a smut scene so i hope you enjoy!!! (thankyou to the two people who said yes to my last tumblr post, this post is thanks to you)
Halloween was a night Mike enjoyed out of any other night in the year, ever since middle school. It was the one night he looked forward too. The one night he actually avoided his grouchy old basement, the D&D board.
Except it was different now, he was older , and in college. And so were the rest of his friends. Beside spending every Saturday night in Mikes basement, they had all branched out from their little group, all made different connections with other people, And tonight they had all somehow heard of a party.
And even though they didn't want to go, it didn't take much convincing.
From half a block away, you could already hear the bass thumping, a deep relentless thump that vibrated through the whole street— one that surely would have been complained about later in the night.
In high school, parties had always been something that happened somewhere else, to people who weren't considered the freaks and weirdos of the school. The party had always been put as the outcasts of the school, the type to hear about what happened over the weekend on a Monday morning, yet somehow in college they'd be the ones regretting the weekend come early Monday morning.
The party stood, frozen at the bottom of the old porch steps that creaked each time another drunk teenager swung the door open, a blast of whatever song playing escaping before it was swallowed back into the house.
Dustin looked up at the house, completely oblivious to the fact that his old ghostbusters costume from eighth grade doesnt exactly fit him how it did all those years ago. "Looks like fun." Dustin turned to face the group, wacking his proton pack over his shoulder.
Mike stood beside him, his costume was clearly a last minute costume-due to his much desire for not wanting to go. His jaw tightened as Dustin spoke, his lips parting slightly, showcasing a pair of cheap vampire fangs he kept adjusting with his tongue.
"Lighten up, Dracullll-aa" Lucas snickered, dragging his words out, his hands moving out as he did jazz fingers.
Mike just huffed, shooting Lucas a side glance as they approached the door to the house.
Inside, the house smelled like a mixture of cheap alcohol anyone could get their hands on with a fake id, watered down with the sickening scent of surgary mixers, and the faint but very noticeable, sour smell of there being one- too many people in there that made Mike already regretting coming.
They all let out a breath they hadnt realised they’d all been holding as they made it to the kitchen, red plastic cups thrown carelessly around the countertop, with a snort and huff from someone dressed in something inflatable beside them.
The guy who had clearly just snorted something off the counter looked up, a white powdery substance resting lazily in the curves of his nostrils. “Yo- Cool costumes.” He chuckled, in a way that made everyone, but Dustin think he was making fun on them
“Thanks!.” Dustin replied, oblivious to the uncomfortable shift in the air. “Its the same costume I wore when in eighth grade.” Dustin smiled, the sheepish grin he always wore. "This works too-" He went to lift his ghost trap but Max's hand stopped him
Max just sighed beside him, her head falling into the palm of her hand before she leaned in, “He’s fucking with you idiot.”
Mike stood at the back of the group, trying to hide to avoid being picked on next, his eyes staring at his shoes as they shuffled against the floor occasionally.
“Stop being an asshole.” A voice broke out against the loud music that was becoming a headache to anyone who stood in the house too long.
Mike snapped his head up at the sound of a new voice, his eyes roaming up and down the girl who slid into the kitchen, his eyebrows doing the expressive thing he does when he sees something interesting.
You stood their, a red cup sitting between your fingers as you placed it down , your hands moving to palm the counter. Your costume— a skirt that was way too high, tugging around your thighs riding higher with each step you took, a loose white button up top that was barely done up, revealing the black lace bra you wore.
Mikes eyes narrowed in on you, enough for you to notice as you dismiss the guy who was trying to pick on them. You lean over the kitchen counter, your hands curling around a nearby bottle of alcohol.
The neck of your blouse draped down, falling down your shoulder as you did so, but you didnt bother fixing it. It didnt go unnoticed either.
Mike noticed everything- and by the way he was unable to look away, he didnt mind.
“Why havent I ever seen you guys at a party before?.” You ask, your tone was light- a bright contrast from anyone else at the party.
“Uh- We just.” Dustin shrugged, trying to play it casual as he dropped a tube from his proton pack. “We’re pretty busy-.”
“We dont get invited.” Will cut dustin off.
You look up to look at the group, all standing awkwardly together- huddled around like they’d get destroyed if they left eachother.
You let out a small chuckle, a playful smile perking at the corners of your lips. “I think I know you.” You say, pointing at the red haired girl who stood beside lucas, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Yeah- Yeah I do, Youre in my lecture.” You nodd, your head tilting as you stare at the girl. “Its Max right?.”
Max just nodded, switching the leg she was standing on, “Yeah.” She replied, before shaking her head.
“This is Lucas, thats dustin, And Uh Mike.” She said, gesturing to everyone standing around her as she talked, followed by either a small wave of the hand, or a Hi.
Your eyes follow the group, skimming past everyone until she reached Mike. The tall lanky boy who stood behind everyone else, his dark eyes glued onto you, who just gave you a nodd as your eyes met.
Its quick, no longer than a few seconds before you tear your eyes away from Mike, dragging your attention back to Max who was still introducing the rest of the group. "Will and Jane." Her voice turned into another sound in the distance as your eyes landed back on Mike. The faint careless smudge of fake blood lingering around the corner of his mouth, the sharp outline of his jaw each time he swallowed, and the undeniable attraction to his prominent nose that suited him like no other.
Mike glanced up suddenly , catching you staring. The second he noticed your attention lingering, he straightened slightly.
Then immediately looked away.
Then looked back. Like he couldn’t decide which option was less embarrassing.
You almost smiled. “Well its nice to meet you all.” You say, picking your cup back up from the counter, although your eyes were only on Mike as you spoke.
“You too.” Mike muttered under his breath quickly, his eyes locked onto yours, hiding something behind them. His face flushed almost instantly beneath the dim orange lighting, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before glancing toward the floor for half a second.
Cute.
“Well.” You said finally, forcing your attention back to the whole group, “Dont be strangers.”
Dustin smiled, his arm knocking over a empty bottle that rattled agaisnt the counter as it fell. “We- we wont.” He mumbled sheepishly, moving quickly to pick the bottle back up.
You laughed softly at Dustins mannerisms, your steps starting back up as you begin to move out of the kitchen, fingers ghosting the plastic cup in your hands, the music growing louder.
But as you passed Mike, your steps slowed, deliberate, not enough for everyone to notice, just enough to stare up at him as you walked.
Mike looked at the exact wrong moment, his eyes widening ever so slightly when you’d caught him very obviously staring as you left. His mouth parted like his brain had stopped working completely.
Max immediately caught onto the shift in Mike, the way he just stared with that awkward slightly stunned expression. Her hand reached out to slap his arm, snapping him out of it.
“Oh my god.” Max laughed, “It hasnt even been five minutes Wheeler.”
“What?.” Mike said too quickly, his eyes finding Max’s desperately.
“What?” Max mocked Mike, rolling her eyes before she grabbed Lucas’s arm, pulling him alongside with her out of the kitchen. “Just talk to her!.” Max yelled over her shoulder as she joined the chaos of the party.
“Why would I do that.” Mike mumbled, his face reading pure mock disgust as he watched Max and Lucas leave the kitchen.
Dustin just stared blankly at Mike, before reluctantly sighing as he grabbed elevens hand. “Come on, lets go dance.” He said, watching Mike as he walked away.
“Hey wait up!.” Will said quickly as he turned to run after then before his steps halted. “I believe in you dude.” Will said, almost sympathetic as he patted Mikes shoulder pathetically before he ran off and joined the rest of the group.
Mike drew his brows together as he lingered in the kitchen, replaying the whole interaction in his head. “This is why I hate these things.” Mike mumbled to himself before kicking his foot up.
Mike sat in the corner of the room as the party happened around him, the sound of cups crinkling below him as he sunk into the couch. His knee bounced along with the beat of the song that sounded off the walls besdie him. He’d admit he wasnt having fun, especially when the rest of the party broke off from him—leaving him looking like a fucking loser yet again. High school all over again. Great.
His eyes skimmed over all the legs infront of him as they brushed against him, earning a look of disgust from Mike. He leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he closed his eyes, before bringing them back up, his eyes low as he caught a glimpse of you.
You walked through the crowd with ease, the way your body moved as you walked, it was enough for Mikes jeans to tighten alone.
Your laughter echoed through the crowd, over the loud music that was giving Mike a migraine, but hearing that sound leave your mouth- he no longer cared about the inner pounding in his head. He watched you, the way your hands naturally touched over your neck, skimming your hair over your shoulder revealing more of your bare shoulder.
You were completely distracted dancing with your friends, occasionally laughing, occasionally fixing your hair after somebody bumped into you walking by, and Mikes favourite occasionally fixing your skirt that rode up dangerously high.
Mike watched you from the couch, trying to act casual as he ignored the heat pooling in his jeans.
“Dude! Youre being a party pooper.” A voice pulled Mike away from you, eyes squinting as they landed on Dustin, who looked like he’d been through hell and back.
Dustin was staring at him with the most obvious expression imaginable.
“What?.” Mike asked too quickly, trying to yell over the music as his eyes left Dustin and found you quickly.
“You’ve been looking at her for like, ten minutes.”
Mike choked on air as he pulled his gaze away from you, looking back up at Dustin who hovered over him, his arms om his hips. “You need to put the alcohol down Dustin, I think youre starting to make shit up now.” Mike exhaled through his nose.
Dustin just grinned knowingly before opening his mouth to make things worse, but just as words began to pool out of Dustin mouth, somebody stumbled backwards into the couch. Beer sloshed violently out of their cup directly onto Mikes lap.
Mike jolted back, his hips bucking as he threw his hands up.
“Ohhhh my god.” Some guy laughed between slurred words, “Dude, I’m so sorry.”
Mike looked down at the dark stain spreading across his lap, staring at in complete silence as he tried not to completely lose it.
Dustin stood off to the side, his eyes flickering between Mike and the random guy like this was a soap opera and he couldn’t believe he just witnessed that.
Mike finally breathed, rolling a hand down his face. “Im going to kill myself.” Mike mumbled, standing up as the guy kept apologising, even going as far to offer Mike weed which Mike just pushed out of his hand.
And then because the universe actually hated Micheal Wheeler, his eyes instinctively flickered across the room, to where you were dancing. Instead, you werent dancing, you were staring at him and you’d clearly witnessed the whole thing.
Mike groaned to himself, pulling his head away in shame as he pushed through the crowd towards the hallway, one hand tugging his jacket lower in a pointless attempt to hide the wet patch of his jeans.
“Looking good Wheeler!.” Dustin’s voice echoed over the music.
Inside the bathroom, Mike let out an exhale-moving to lean against the sink, the sound of the music muffled against the closed door, that was until someone stumbled in, slamming the door open against the wall.
“Shit sorry I didnt think anyone was in here.” You spoke hands still clenching the doorhandle.
“No- Its okay.” Mike replied way too fast, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Your eyes fall onto Mike, the way his frame falls against the countertop, a few of his curls wet against his forehead, and you couldnt even ignore the way his tongue darted out every so often to re-adjust the vampire fangs in his mouth. It was hot.
“Oh, Its you.” You reply, walking further into the bathroom, your hand still staying on the handle.
“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?.” Mike replied, his eyebrows raising as he tilted his head, looking down at you. He couldnt lie, his heart was racing-and so was that thing inbetween his legs.
You just shrug, closing the door with a soft kick of your heels, the bathroom returning to the quiet room. “Cute costume.” You say, walking closer to him, before stepping to the side to stand next to him at the sink as you look at yourself in the mirror. “Even with the Uh-.” You say, gesturing to the stain.
Mike glanced over at you, his hands gripping the sink tighter. “Thanks.” He mumbled, the heat creeping onto his cheeks as he looked away quickly, his ears getting hotter.
He cleared his throat, forcing some sort of sound as he went to say something about your costume, but stopped when he realised nothing came out.
“Why are you hiding out in the bathroom.” You asked, your fingers trailing over your lipstick as you fixed it in the mirror. “Trust me it happens more than you’d expect.”
Mike just shrugged, forcing a small laugh as he parted his lips, his eyes darting back to you every so often. “I'm not hiding.”
“Liar” You ask, leaning back to look at him.
Mike stammers, his body tensing as he feels your gaze on him, before nervously shaking it off, hoping you hadnt realised his white knuckles on the sink. “Just not having fun.”
Mike tenses as he suddenly realises how small the bathroom seems to be, how it caved in on him like one of his D&D campaigns, and he knew it was because of you.
The way you turned your body towards him to listen, the sweet glistening of your long legs that your skirt didn't even begin to cover, and that damn blouse that dropped along your shoulder earlier that you didn't fix.
"Do you want to have fun?" you ask, turning your full attention to him, a smirk noticeable on the corners of your lips.
Mike hesitated, glancing at you as he sees you moving before snapping quickly back to anything else in the bathroom. "Uh- I mean yeah?' Mike choked out, rubbing the back of his neck to play it off casual.
You let a hum, not full convinced by Mikes response. Mike catches you as he quickly looks back at you, his head shaking. "What I meant was totally- Definitely " He spat spat out before he could even form a longer sentence., his fingers coming up to pinch his nose as instant regret automatically fills his body, worried he sounded to eager to have fun with you.
You- on the other hand felt anything but worry, instead to felt a rush excited for where this may lead. You leaned forward, the gap between the two of you closing in, slow-but noticeable enough for Mike's breath to hitch, and the uncomfortable feeling of something hot happening to him.
"Anything?" you ask, your voice soft, seductively sweet. Your eyes big and round, filled with something as you looked up at it.
Mike could swear to himself he would jump off a cliff if you asked him to like that. He'd give you anything - especially if you asked like that.
"I-Yeah." Mike swallowed hard, loud enough to be heard even with the minor muffled sound of the music thumping against the house. Any lingering hesitation he had, disappearing with no thought
"Anything." He breathed out, his head nodding mindlessly as his eyes burned into like he was in a gaze.
You take that as an invitation, your body moving closer to him until you can both feel each others warm breath, your hands rested lazily on your hips, before moving to glide over his chest. A teasing grin playing at your lips as you see Mikes expression. The way his body automatically stiffens, the way his eyes flicker down to your lips- the way his breathing gets heavier. It was all so hot.
Mikes tongue darted out, pushing his fangs back into his mouth as they had partially fell out because he gawked too hard.
He'd never had a girlfriend, never kissed anyone, and most definitely never had a girl look at him the way you were under the florescent light of the bathroom.
"The whole vampire thing, its hot by the way." You murmur, your hand still tracing mindlessly over his chest.
"Th-thanks." Mike uttered, too quickly, his voice pitched slightly higher. "I like your costume, too." He choked out, his hands awkwardly sitting open beside him.
"You do?" You reply, your voice that same tone that Mike thought was the best thing he'd ever heard in his life. "What about it do you like?" You ask, tilting your head, enjoying him squirm under your touch.
Mikes brows lifted, his eyes dancing around your body with no shame, mesmerised by everything about you. "Everything." He breathed out, his eyes focused solemnly on your bottom half.
Your hand reaches forward, coming off his chest to grab his hand, resting it on your hip, his hand immediately tensing as it touches you- his hand flayed out against your hip awkwardly.
“You should probably relax.” You utter, your eyes coming up to meet his.
“Relax.” Mike nodded, relaxing his hand against your hip. “Right.” He mumbled mixed with a deep breath.
Your eyes narrowed up at him, your head tilting in towards your shoulder. “Have you never?.” You trail, leaving the sentence open.
Mike immediately shook his head, a painful wind knocking him in his chest. What if you didnt want to do anything with him now? God why did he have to be such a raging virgin.
Emotions flicker over your face, not in disappointment more in surprise, he definitely wasn't ugly, but you were more than happy to teach him.
Your hand moves up, trailing a pattern of fire up his chest, stopping to cradle the side of his neck, Mikes body tenses as he feels your hand, his adams apple bopping in his throat as he swallowed hard.
Without a second thought, you lean up on your tippy toes closing the distance between you and Mike, your soft lips brushing against his. Mikes body froze as he felt your lips on his, squeezing his eyes shut with no clue on what to do. But when he felt you didnt pull away, he slowly eased into, he must've been doing something right.
Your hands snake away from his neck, following the curve of his shoulders as they drape around his back, pulling him in closer, Mikes body slightly jolted forward as the touch, pushing your back into the counter behind you.
Mike broke the kiss, his breath hushed and heavy as he looked down at you, his hands instinctively moving to hold your waist as his eyes widened. "Shit, I'm-I'm sorry i didn't mean-" You cut Mike off, grinning against his lips as you kissed him again, earning a soft groan of surprise from Mike as he parted his lips.
You leaned back against the bathroom sink, pulling Mike with you until he stands in-between your legs, his slim hands resting lazily on your thighs as he felt your tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth. And with that Mike seemed to get the hang of kissing, his mouth moving fast against your, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth more impatiently.
You groan, your hands moving from his back tangling into the soft brown curls of his hair, your hips instinctively tightening around his, tugging him more deeper between your legs. Mikes fingers skim past the hem of your skirt, higher. His touch is hesitant at first, just an inch higher like he's testing the movement, but when you don't stop him, his touched turns into something more - something firmer and hotter as he teases his hand further up, surprising himself as he does it.
You body softens against his hand, shifting slightly closer like you wanted to feel more. Your breath catching momentarily, just for a second, the kiss faltering before you leaned back into Mikes mouth harder, sloppier. Your hand slips up, gripping at Mikes black shirt, bunching fabric in your fist, Your other hand coming to rest ontop of Mikes thats still resting on your thigh, pushing his hand further under your skirt, the heat from in-between your legs warming Mikes fingertips.
"Mike." You whisper not breaking the kiss , your voice thick with desire against his lips.
Mike pulled back, his chest falling fast with every breath he takes as he looks down at you, his lips glossy and thick with a layer of your lipgloss. "What- did i do something?" Mike huffed, his hand not moving from under your skirt.
You shook your head, fast with no hesitation as you bit your lip, god he was hot even with lipgloss all over his face. Your hands came up behind his back, trailing further until your fingers tangled into his messy curls. You tilted your head, looking at him, your eyes low and heavy with need.
Without warning, your hand grips hard against Mikes head, pushing him down to his knees in front of you.
You grin at the sight of Mike below you, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other threads through his hair, tilting his head back to meet your eyes.
Mike huffs in surprise as his knees hit the bathroom floor below him, his head not protesting against your hands as he meets your gaze, a needy whimper leaving his lips, his eyes darting between your face and your legs right in front of him.
You lean back, your hands moving off Mike and onto the bathroom counter behind you as you push yourself up against the sink in one smooth movement, your eyes staring down at mike.
Mike tilts his head up to meet you, his big brown eyes- hungry with desire just from the sight of you. His pupils blown wide with nerves as they flicker down to your legs.
You move your hands back into Mikes hair, raising your brows as if to ask Mike a silent question you both know he wont say no to.
Mike nodded almost instantly, his breath shuddering as his hand reached up to his mouth, taking the vampire fangs out. You shake your head, your hand coming to grasp his wrist. "No, Keep them in." A sly smile forming as you lean in closer.
You let go of his wrists as you lean back against the sink, your fingers trailing under your skirt, slowly and teasingly as you watched Mike gawk below you, his mouth falling open slightly before he swallowed hard at the sight in front of him.
Your fingers latch onto the lace of your panties, slowly dragging them down your thighs until their caught around your ankles. Mikes brows raised, his fingers coming to your ankles, slipping your panties off for you before he dropped them down in his lap.
Mike couldn't take it anymore, he needed to taste you right now. His breath hitched as his hands burned up your legs, gripping your thighs as they disappeared under your skirt. Mike whimpered at the thought of doing this for you, even though he didn't know what to do-he didn't care.
His grip tightened on your thighs as he instantly spread your legs, revealing your slick folds right in front of his face, Mikes mouth hung open, his tongue darting out once again to push the fangs back into place.
A gasp tore out of you as Mike lifted one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder. He shuffled closer, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. His mouth attached to the warmth between your legs. With the first kiss, he was already moaning more than you were.
His hands moved to grip the back of your thighs hard, tugging you ever so slightly off the bathroom counter as he moved your body, dragging your cunt across his mouth- messily, desperately. A soft moan of pleasure left your mouth as you pressed further against his face, your back arching of the counter from a sensation you’d never experienced before.
“Fuck-“ You gasped, knocking over a trail of bottles off the counter.
Mike moved in more, removing one of his hands from you to lift your other leg over his shoulder, squeezing hard into the soft flesh of your thighs, swiping his tounge against your soaking wet cunt, the sound of the wetness mixed with your moans making his cock twitch in his jeans.
Between the heat of his mouth, and the nudging of his nose, it wasnt going to be hard for you to become completely undone. His tounger fastened its pace between your legs, completly devouring you, slurping up any and every drop from inside you, whilst he used his nose to rub your swollen cunt.
“Oh my God.” You cried out, your eyes rolling back at the added feeling of his nose, “Mike-.” You moaned sweetly, your fingers coming down to roam through his soft curls. Your body began to hitch into him, your hips lifting up off the counter every so often as you grinded against his mouth, feeling the soft plastic of his vampire teeth against your skin.
Mike hummed in response, his hands sqeezing the flesh of your thighs, rubbing around as they moved down to your ankles, holding your legs around his neck.
You head fell back helplessly as you held his hand down inbetween your legs, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. “Keep going- Im- im going-“ You were stopped as a loud whine of pleasure tore out of mouth, your body jolting forward.
Mikes fingers were digging so hard holding down your ankles, desperate to taste every part of you, You had no choice but to let him move you as his tongue moved deeper. The tip of his nose rubbing agaisnt your cunt, messy and hungry.
You let your head fall back harder as a gasp is torn out from the depths of your throat, slapping a hand over your mouth as you bite down on your hand, hot breath fanning over the skin.
A small smack echoed through the bathroom, Mikes hand tapping your thigh as you held a hand over your mouth. Shaking his head between your thighs.
You remove your hand from your mouth, erupting the sweet sounds of your moans, gasping hard into the air. Your stomach clenches in slightly, thighs quivering around Mikes neck until finally, your body shakes ripidly against his mouth.
“Mike- Mike.” You moan, your eyes shut tightly as you ride out the orgasim until pools of cum are being licked up entirely by Mike.
The warmth of it seeping onto the inner of your thighs, which Mike didnt hesitate to also clean up with his tongue. You slump against the counter, your head still drawn back as Mike slowly pulls out from between your thighs, using his tongue to flick out the fangs.
Mike finally looks up at you on the counter, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his tongue darting out to lick the corners of his mouth.
You slowly bring your head back up, squinting your eyes open as you try and hide hard your breathing has suddenly gotten. You swung your legs off him, your cunt still throbbing from the events.
“Jesus Mike.” You whisper, a soft unbelievable noise leaving your lips that are parted. “Theres no way you’ve never done that before.”
Mike dropped his head, his lips perking up in the corners as he let out a small chuckle before he lifted his head back up again, his puppy eyes on for show. “Well now I have.”
You let out a small, lighthearted laugh as you leaned down, tugging on the fabric of his shirt to pull him back up. “I can always…” You trail off, your eyes dangerously pulling down to his arousal that was thick through the denim of his jeans.
Mike rasied a brow ever so slightly, catching onto what you were saying. Mike swallowed before he shook his head. “N- no.” Mike stammers, “Thats okay.” his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.
You look up at Mike, surprise flickered across your face, before he moved back in towards you, kissing you softly, deliberately before he moved back away slowly before dropping back down onto his knees in one swift motion.
“If its okay with you, I’d rather do this again.” Mike whispered, looking up at you through his lashes, fingers already trailing back up your thighs.
And with a grin, Mike was back between your thighs, having you cry out his name. He was completely addicted to this. Mike Wheeler ate pussy like an absolute starved man.
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Something where he is inexperienced and clingy during and after sex
clingy -- mike wheeler x reader
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synopsis: mike's clinginess peaks in the bedroom
contents: sweet smut, established relationship, munch!mike, inexperienced mike x more-knowledgeable reader, fem reader, unprotected (wrap it b4 u tap it!), kinda bounces back and forth btwn povs cuz i couldn't decide
notes: first smut hello !! is there room for me on the freak writer bus orrrrrr
𓂃۶ৎ more below the cut!
"wait--is it gonna hurt you?" mike mumbles, pulling away from your lips just enough to where he can look at you without going cross eyed.
your tongue subconsciously darts over your lips to chase the taste of him, your eyes fluttering open to look up at him. you're quite literally surrounded by him as you lay on your bed. his dark curly hair drops down with the natural pull of gravity, just barely brushing against your forehead, especially with the extra length its gotten recently. his room is dark, save for the dim illumination of the streetlights through his sheer curtains.
shaking your head, you can hear the rustle of your hair against his pillow underneath you. "no, it shouldn't. i mean, there's always a little sting in the beginning, but you just gotta, like, prep me first."
quite literally physically unable to be subtle, mike swallows thickly as he nods his head, his gaze swooping down your body before looking at you again. "okay--how do i... do i use my mouth? or my hands?"
"whatever's more comfortable for you," you reply naturally, one of your hands coming up to brush through his hair and guiding the bangs out of his eyes so you can see his face better.
he takes your hand, encircling your wrist gently and pulling it down so he can press his lips to your open palm. "but i wanna do what makes you feel better."
god damn his big, brown eyes and the way he looks at you like a kicked puppy over the palm of your hand. you truly can't deny him anything when he looks like that. you nod your head, gesturing for him to get down.
for someone who's notoriously late to everything, he clambers down between your legs with surprising haste. your heart beats out of your chest at the now-very-real sight of him looking up at you for guidance--or rather, approval--as his hands already make their way to the waist of your bottoms in a wordless ask.
your head nods again, and he gently taps your hip to make you lift off the bed just enough for him to pull them off of you. you feel his fingers linger on the fabric of your panties as he passes them, much to your amusement. "don't rush it."
"i'm not!" he huffs out in immediate defense. the way he can barely hold eye contact with you betrays his true nerves.
an amused huff escapes your lips as he tosses your shorts aside, hands immediately resting on your hips and tracing circles over the waistband of your panties. he keeps his touch strictly in still somewhat respectable places, straying away from the more intimate touches besides the occasional brush of his fingers down the sides of your ass. seemingly the furthest he'll go.
"you can touch me." your voice comes out hushed, your thighs parting to encourage him further.
his eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen at your words, his gaze snapping up to look at you. as if he wasn't the one who wanted to do this in the first place.
hesitantly, his thumb comes down to press against you, just a feather light touch as he brushes through the seam between your legs. your breaths hitch at the same time. your gaze focuses on him while his is focused on the sight of his thumb between your legs.
you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him as you encourage him along. his thumb maps out the mound between your legs, seemingly more focused on exploring than actual pleasure for the time being.
"do you know where the clit is?" you finally muster up the courage to blurt out without beating around the bush. the question his face twists in mock offense, and his eyes snap up to look at you as if to say 'do you really think that low of me?'
he brings his thumb straight up to the high point of your pelvis, pushing down insistently to prove his point. you inhale sharply at the sensation, your hips twitching up reflexively. "okay, okay--i was just asking, fuck."
mike can't hide the grin on his face. the awkward, tmi conversations with lucas and 'research' using different paraphernalia about the female body (that made him feel more like a perv than ever) paid off, at least.
"can i do more?" he excitedly asks now, his fingers looping in the waistband of your panties this time.
you don't hesitate to nod your head, your hips lifting again to let him peel your panties off of you. it earns a smile from him, and he presses a quick kiss to your hipbone before finally pulling them down your legs.
his eyes look up at you the entire time he does so. it's like he's not allowing himself to look down at you just yet. only once your panties have finally joined your bottoms on the floor does he let himself look down at you. a shiver runs up your spine just at the look on his face, and the intent gaze he has between your legs.
"you can use your mouth or your fingers first. whichever one you want." mike doesn't seem to have any snarky comment in return to this, just a plain nod of his head.
he seems to hesitate, his hands stuttering as he tries to figure out how he wants to touch you first. ultimately he just decides to use his mouth first, looking up at you through his pretty lashes as he dips in lower. he falters for just a second when he's only a couple centimeters away from you, before his eyes shut as his mouth finally makes contact with the heat of you.
his tongue tastes all of you greedily first, pressing flat against your folds to drag a thick stripe upwards. you gasp out softly at the sensation, to which he hums as if to acknowledge your reaction, mentally storing it for later. he repeats the motion and drags the wet muscle through your folds with more eagerness, trying to draw more out of you.
mike presses his face harder against you, making his nose brush against your clit perfectly. your hips jerk up for more, your thighs attempting to close around his head. he doesn't complain at all. in fact, he embraces it, his arms wrapping around your thighs, palms flat against your stomach as he buries his head between your legs.
your hands come down to entangle in his hair to hold him in place and tug him closer. not that it seems like he's going to pull back any time soon. the groan he lets out in response is muffled, making a quiet noise slip from your lips as the vibrations carry up through your entire body.
"don't worry, 'm not stopping, baby," he mumbles against you, using the grip he has on your legs to tilt your hips up to give him a better angle.
god, he's a fucking natural. every gasp and pant that leaves your mouth only spurs him on further. he becomes more confident with each pass, and when he still needs more, he experimentally dips his tongue past your entrance, just enough where he can feel the tight muscle around him.
"holy fuck--" you cut yourself off with a gasp, your head falling back against the pillows as your thighs clench around his head. his hands come down to the small of your back, supporting your weight to keep you tilted up just right so he can do it again.
his messy pace soon finds a rhythm, alternating between pushing deep into you and giving attention to the sensitive nerves right at your pelvis. he's practically moaning against you, his hips pressed down tightly against the bedsheets to relieve the own ache between his legs.
"wait--wait, mike." you manage to breathe out in a moment of clarity, your hand coming down against his forehead to push him back from you.
he whines--whines--at the loss of your taste. if you weren't so strong-willed, you would've given in and let him at it the whole night. he probably would, too.
"do you wanna do more?" you question, putting the offer on the table. it only takes a split second for you to realize the fault in your communication, immediately rephrasing it to be more insistent so he can't refuse you. "i--i want more. i wanna feel you."
the clarity the second time is clearly gets through to him. he really can't say no to you, even now.
he immediately scrambles up from his position, not even bothering to wipe at the mess around his mouth that catches the dim light from the window. he wastes no time in tugging off his shirt and tossing it aside before moving on to his belt.
"jesus, someone's eager," you tease in amusement as you watch him hastily strip.
your words don't seem to slow him down at all, barely earning a muttered 'shut up' as he unbuckles his belt and gets to work on his jeans. if you weren't busy taking your own shirt off, it probably would've earned a laugh from you.
your clothes end up scattered around the floor of his bed, finding their temporary home among his cluttered room. he crawls back on top of you in only his boxers, presumably still a little shy about being naked.
"this is totally unfair. i'm naked and you're not," you point out.
"i'm working up the courage." he barely manages to enunciate the words, as if his own body won't let him admit it.
"your dick doesn't seem to need any more working up."
he frowns at your snarky comment, only to be met with a soft laugh from you. your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck, pulling him down to press a brief kiss to his lips. it's not everyday you get to see mike being shy. "i'm joking. come on, just take them off. i won't look until you say so."
true to your words, you avert your gaze to the ceiling. you resist the urge to sneak a peek as you hear the rustling of fabric and quiet thud against the carpeted floor. you'll get to see it in a couple seconds. you've waited forever for this, you can wait a few more seconds. it might be the longest twenty seconds of your life.
"okay, you can look." the magic words.
your eyes finally look back up at him as he moves to climb over you again, your gaze drifting down to the length pressed up to his stomach. you can't help the way your jaw drops slightly, before minding your damn manners and shutting it as you look back up at him.
"it's pretty, baby," is all you can think to say in the moment to reassure him. everything else is some variation of 'holy shit' and 'why didn't we do this sooner?'
a faint blush dusts his cheeks, one that he'll adamantly deny when you tease him about it later. you barely hear his quiet 'thanks,' clearly anxious in his own skin.
"you're sure about this, right?" he double, triple, quadruple checks. his hands find their place on your waist, his thumbs gently tracing patterns on your bare skin.
you nod your head for the nth time tonight, an act that's becoming chronic for you with mike's need for reassurance. "are you?"
mike's nod is twice as eager as yours, his curls bouncing with the movement of his head. "yes. god, yes. definitely."
"i heard you the first time." you smile up at him, to which he rolls his eyes.
"you're bein' so mean to me. i'm nervous." the smile on his lips mirrors yours. he presses one more kiss to the tip of your nose, relaxing some of the tension in his body.
he composes himself one more time, looking down between your legs. his hands grip onto your thighs, spanning wide over your skin as he reaches down to part your legs for him. he hesitantly leans his hips forward, pressing the weight of his length against your core. he inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut to keep his focus on you.
you don't egg him on, letting him go at his own pace. but god, are you not needy as well. the feeling of him pressed against you but not in you is enough to drive you up the wall.
he brings one of his hands down to his length to guide the tip of him to your entrance. he has to manually will his brain not to think about how good it felt when his tongue was buried in you, and how much better it'll feel now, or else he won't last.
he meets your eyes one more time, as if checking again to make sure you're really, truly okay with this. he finds not one bit of hesitation and only eagerness. he begins to guide his hips forward, the tip of him sinking into you slowly.
your mouth hangs open as he pushes into you inch by inch, enveloping himself in your warmth. you can feel him in the depths of you as he moves forward gently, feeling the slight sting of pleasure between your legs. your toes flex behind him as you focus on breathing, your walls pulsing in time with your rapid heart rate.
when his hips finally come flush to yours, he inhales sharply through his teeth at the heat surrounding him. his head falls back as he stills, giving the both of you a moment to catch your breath. his hands absentmindedly find their way from your legs to squeeze at your hips reassuringly. "you're okay? tell me when."
"yeah, yeah," you manage to breathe out as your hands find the sheets below you. "i'm good--just go slow first."
his head nods once, your words just barely getting through to him. he gently pulls back, his eyes glued to the place the two of you meet as he unsheathes himself from you. you follow his gaze, unable to help the quiet whine that slips past your lips. the sight is lewd, his length completely coated in the remnants of you. neither of you can seem to pry your eyes away as he sinks back into you again.
he repeats the motion a few more times, getting used to the feeling of being the closest he could possibly be to you. he leans forward over you, his face aligning over yours as he props himself up. the new proximity allows for you to bring your hands up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin already.
a hiss escapes mike's lips at the sharp sensation, making his hips jerk forward a little more insistently. it takes you by surprise, gasping out under him as your eyes flutter shut.
"like that? was that good?" he breathes out, leaning down further to bury his face in the crook of your neck. you nod against him, your chin bumping against his shoulder.
you hear him whisper a quiet 'okay, okay,' as he repeats the motion. you curse lowly under your breath when he does this, which he takes as a good sign. he does it over and over, his hands digging into the pillowcase around your head.
"oh my god--this feels so good. you feel so good. so, so good." he rambles against your neck, one of his hands snaking under your waist to pull your body to arch up against him.
the shift in the angle earns a soft moan from you, making mike gasp out against your neck. he tries to replicate just what he did, angling his hips to meet yours the same way.
"right there? i-is that it? that feel good?" he lifting his head to watch your face as he gains more confidence, his hips meeting yours harder and more frequently. the sound of skin on skin fills the quiet room, accompanied by his quiet grunts mixed with your frequent whines.
the hand that's not holding you up finds yours on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers as his pace quickens and drives himself into you more assuredly. you squeeze his hand tightly, hips tilting up to meet his halfway. your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure coursing through your veins. a familiar heat stirs low in your stomach, making you squirm under him more than usual.
his head dips down again to the nape of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there as he presses his body flush against yours. "a-are you close? i'm so close."
his breath is hot against your neck, your hand that's not in his snaking into his hair to hold him close. "yeah--yeah, i'm so close. don't stop."
"uh huh. i got you, i got you," he groans out softly against your skin. his hips falter as he struggles to maintain the pace. the grip he has on your hand tightens in an attempt to hold out, trying to distract himself and stubbornly waiting for you.
"baby, i can't--i need you to come for me. please, honey, i need to feel it," he pleads, dropping his hand from your waist in favor of slipping between your legs to rub quick circles on your clit in time with his messy thrusts.
the added stimulation makes you moan out, nails digging into the back of his hand and tightening in his hair as you finally come undone. your body pulses around him, the pleasure coming over you in waves as your hips rut up against his to ride it out.
his jaw drops at the sensation of you reaching your peak around him, groaning into your neck as he holds out long enough for you to just barely ride it out. he pulls out haphazardly, stroking himself quickly as he spills onto your stomach between the two of you.
the silence would be deafening if it wasn't for the frantic beat of your heart in your ears. his hand lazily holds yours as he slumps down, his body half-draped over you as he pants against your skin.
mike seems to regain his bearings quicker than you. you still feel like you're in a trance as he reaches over to his nightstand to grab a few tissues, cleaning you up gently. he hums out softly into your ear as he does so. it's a song you can't be bothered to decipher just yet.
he tosses the tissues into a nearby bin, one of them missing and landing on the floor next to it. he grumbles to himself but doesn't make a move to get up and fix it. he turns his attention to you, propping himself up on one elbow to properly look at you. "are you okay? does it hurt?"
you shake your head, looking up at him as you squeeze his hand that hasn't let go of yours the entire time. "no, feels good."
if he wasn't so tired, he'd probably be beaming at the comment and fishing for more compliments. but in the haze of the aftermath, it seems like he's willing to save the asshole tactics for a later time.
all he does is nod his head, a grin spreading across his lips as he reaches down from the bed to grab your clothes. you huff out a laugh at the way he absolutely refuses to let go of your hand, instead relying on his wingspan to see how far he can lean off the bed, using you as an anchor to keep himself steady.
"it's not gonna kill you to let go of my hand for thirty seconds," you note as he straightens up again with his shirt and boxers in hand.
"you don't know that." he holds his shirt out for you to slip into, a cheeky grin on his lips. he only lets your hand go for a split second to put your arm through the sleeve, before making a show of grabbing it again.
he wiggles his way into his boxers with one hand rather ungracefully. you groan in faux annoyance at his dramatics. he leans over to press a quick kiss on your lips, rolling you over to be facing away from him as he wraps his arms around you and intertwines his hands with yours. "we're doing that again, right?"
"what, now?" you say with a disbelieving laugh.
"no, no, i was just wondering about the near future," he explains quickly, barely letting a beat of silence pass before speaking again. "but is that an offer, or...?"
"oh my god, i hate you." you grumble out, squirming in his arms in attempt to free yourself.
all he does is tighten his grip around you, humming out against the crown of your head as he cuddles up into you contentedly. "uh huh. love you too."
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