summary: the crumbled polaroid on the ground revealed the truth and some feelings.
a/n: aahh im so sorry for not updating!!! school and life has been so draining :( ive gotten so rusty with writing so i hope this isn’t horrible 😕
warnings: cheating, cursing, angst.
wc: 1k
It was 3:27 am. Who was ringing your door like a fucking mad man?
Grumbling, you got yourself up and pushed it open. To your sudden satisfaction, it was your boyfriend, Mike.
Widening your eyes, you questioned the lanky boy who had been standing out in the rain, fully drenched. That wasn’t the only thing that stood out to you though.
His eyes, bloodshot red while his nose was a furious shade of vermillion.
“Mike, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you ushered him into your house.
Sniffling he followed you in. Ushering off to get a towel for him, he held your wrist firmly.
Giving him a look of confusion and worry, he began to speak, not before immediately crying.
Not caring if you got wet, you pulled him into a hug and tried your best to comfort him. Whispering “it’s okay” and “you know I’m here” repeatedly into his shivering figure.
A few minutes went by before Mike spoke up.
“Y/n-“ Mike choked up, bursting into tears once again.
“Mike? What is it?”
You were met with no reply, the sounds of Mike’s sobs echoing through your ears again.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Mike finally let out, slowly letting his head hang low.
What exactly was he sorry for? You were sure he had done nothing wrong from what you knew.
“Sorry about what?”
Wordlessly, Mike fished something out of his pocket. A crushed up polaroid hit the ground.
Picking said polaroid up, your look of confusion turned into a fury of different emotions. It was at a party of some sort you guessed. Mike was against the walls, arms wrapped around some girl while hers were upon his chest, making out.
You were silent.
Nothing ran through your head. You tried to convince yourself that he was just caught off guard, maybe even set up but no. The look on Mike's face gave it away. It wasn’t like he was surprised, no. He looked like himself.
The image looked normal. Well, minus the fact that your boyfriend was making out with another girl.
He had done the one thing he had promised he would never have done.
Cheat on you.
Mike turned his head away, trying to somehow shove his shame away. Trying to somehow ignore the scene upon him. Trying to somehow, somehow believe this all is a nightmare come alive.
Mike's pleads and apologies haven’t even made it through your ears. They all seemed like empty, useless words.
Feeling the warm sensation of your tears streaking your pained face, you think of how minutes earlier you were wiping away the tears of who you believed loved you.
You bring your hand up as an attempt to wipe your tears away. They were useless, the ugly sobs stuck in your throat erupting and making you a mess. Your knees grew weak and gave up on you.
Tossing the polaroid to god knows where, you just cry. You just fucking cry.
It felt like hours, but when you look up to distinguish the time, only five minutes had gone by. Five minutes of the two of you crying had gone by.
“Mike, please leave.” Your voice comes out croaky. You were surprised that you could compose a sentence without breaking down again.
“Y/n-“
“Mike.”
Mike's face contorts from frustration to helplessness. But, he accepts your decision. He knew the mental message you sent him. The message that you couldn’t say right now. Not verbally.
Mike wants to fight with you, at least to try and get you back but he knows he’s lost.
He’s lost you.
Shamefully, Mike picks the tear stained polaroid and shoves it in his back pocket and heads for the front door.
“You know Y/n. I really still love you. I really fucking do.”
The sound of your door clicking had released the new streams of tears you tried so hard to push back.
Words couldn’t explain how you felt. You felt a mixture of multiple emotions. The feeling of nausea came to you, though you felt no need to regurgitate.
Through the door, Mike can hear your muffled, anguished sobs. He can hear the low whimpers you let out. He can practically feel the emotions radiating off you through the door.
Walking back to the black vehicle, he slams the door shut.
“You didn’t have to make me do that, you know.” Mike grumbles to his friend.
“Y/n had a right to know.” Jane scoffs.
“But you could have kept it a secret!” Mike exclaimed with frustration.
Mike was right. Jane could have kept it a secret but she didn’t.
She loved you too much.
“Y/n’s my best friend. I’m doing what’s best for her and you.”
“And I thought we agreed it would be for the best if she didn’t know?”
Staying silent, Jane doesn’t say anything. Sure, she agreed at first once seeing the unknown female in his bed but she didn't understand.
Why did you choose Mike?
Why not her?
Why was it Mike out of all people?
Jane had probably loved you the moment you guys became friends. Your bubbly personality, your smile, the way your eyes light up at the mention of cherries and penguins.
She loved you so much but why was it Mike that had won your frail, delicate heart over?
Jane knew she was selfish. She knew she was selfish for making Mike tell Y/n about his scandalous behavior but she didn’t care. She knew Y/n would take it horribly but she couldn’t hold the lies in any longer.
“Shut up Mike, it was your fault anyways.” Jane grumbles as she starts to drive to the Wheelers residence.
Even though as hard as Jane tried to ignore it, she knew that deep down Mike was Y/n’s and Y/n was Mike’s. No matter what happened. At the end of the day either one of you would run back.
summary: you're done with letting mike step all over you.
a/n: really off topic but i have been in my bedroom letting my louis partridge phase come back 🤭💞💞 hes so pookie
warnings: cursing, cheating, mentions of deceased parent figure, asshole mike :(
wc: 1.9k+
Winter break was in two days. You were ecstatic, and had shared this with your boyfriend Mike. He didn’t pay attention. In fact, he seemed so out of it in the past couple of weeks. Was it something you said?
He barely paid attention to you, even once stepping on your foot and walking away in the halls. He had smushed your newly bought Mary Janes, but you didn’t care, he must’ve had his reasons.
You didn’t dare bring this up to him. You didn’t want conflict. You knew Mike Wheeler was slipping away from you and so, you leaped at the chance of hanging out with him when the Wheelers were hosting a Christmas party. Apparently, the Byers were visiting during break but you didn’t mind. Mike had said that Jane and him had left it off on good terms so you left it as it was.
Christmas eve had approached. You were beyond ecstatic, heart almost leaping out of your chest. You hoped that Mike had appreciated your gift. Said gift was a photo book that held images dating back to freshman year of high school. Your first anniversary, the day you had pied Mike, the day you got each other matching bracelets, and so much more.
Before you could ring the bell, Karen had already opened the door. “Sweetie! Hi everyone’s in the basement opening gifts!,” she said smiling. “If you need any help, just come up to the kitchen, I'm waiting for the cookies to pop out of the oven!” “thanks Mrs. Wheeler.” you replied, grateful that Karen was such a sweetheart. “Anytime darling.”
As you descended down the stairs, you were greeted with grimaces. Had you worn something wrong? Was there a stain on your sweater? But, those anguished faces slowly turned into forced smiles as each and everyone had started to hug you. “Hi Y/n!” and “hey Y/n, how are you?” could be heard in silent mumbling as if something terrible was going to happen.
Soon, you had realized that Mike wasn't present, nor Jane. Huh, that was odd. Just as you were about to question, loud giggles can be heard from the bathroom. Two familiar voices. One in particular that kept you up at night. No other than Mike Wheeler himself had come out of the bathroom, hair all messy alongside with a disheveled looking Jane. Before you knew it, your body had acted on its own accord and hid behind the shelf, gaining questionable looks from the rest of your friends but had gone unnoticed by the pair who had stepped out of the bathroom.
“So, I figure you guys made up?” Lucas questioned the pair, looking uncertain. “Yep!” Jane had enthusiastically answered, interlocking her and Mike's hands. What was going on? Had Jane’s presence suddenly switched a flip and made Mike forget that he had a girlfriend? Or worse, did he never get over her?
“Yeah, we did.” Mike’s voice came out, more cheerful than ever. You could hear the sounds of him pecking her forehead.
What the fuck.
“Uhh,” Max started off with a questionable tone. “I thought you and Y/n were dating? I mean no offense but what the actual fuck is going on?” She finished giving the pair an odd look. Yea what the fuck was going on? You thought confused with what you were witnessing.
“Oh Y/n? I thought she knew by now? I mean it was pretty obvious.” Mike snorted, followed by the silenced gasps of your friends. “Do you get me? I mean, everyone warned her. It’s stupid of her if she hadn’t caught on.”
Mike continued, taking the silence as an opportunity. “She should've seen it. I only went to her after Jane left. I was lonely and she was.. you know, always there.” Mike stated as if it was nothing.
Covering your mouth with a trembling hand, you tried to muffle the sobs erupting from your throat. Tears streamed down your face, as you listened to his rant.
To him that meant nothing, but to you, it meant everything. You felt as if the world had come crashing down. Were you just the other woman? A convenient place holder for Jane who already held his heart?
You wondered how oblivious Mike had to be to not see his friends continuously look over at your direction and back to him. Jane was certainly brighter than Mike, realizing that someone was behind the shelf.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Fuck Mike. If he was going to crush your heart to pieces, you had to start somewhere to rebuild it. Said start was confronting him.
As you slowly crept out from behind the shelf, you crawled behind Will and Max. They had obviously stared down at you, concerned on how you would react but you had to set your mind on confronting Mike. If any of them had asked “are you okay?” in the moment, you would have been a blubbering mess.
Mike pipes down as he realizes that no one is paying attention to him but his apparent lover slowly standing up has captured their attention.
You stood up, embracing the fact that Mike Wheeler never truly loved you. It hurt, but it was the truth. Who were you to dictate who someone loved? You couldn’t just force him to like you. Moving on would be a slow progress but letting the truth sink in was the first step.
Mike's eyes had widened, alarmed to see you here. As he opened his mouth to splutter out apologies which you knew held no truth behind them, you held your hand up to silence him.
“Mike,” you started off, sniffling. “Don’t apologize if you don’t truly mean it. It’s not only damaging me but you.” You said wiping the excess tears off your face that continuously came.
“I understand that you missed having a girlfriend, but there was no need to just use me and try to fill the hole. You could have just told me that you didn’t like me back and I would’ve moved on. Sure I’d be devastated but at least I would know how you truly felt. Not this fake persona you built up, loving me.” You spit out, gazing at the ground. You couldn’t bear seeing the face of the man who broke your heart.
“For fucks sake Mike, the amount of fights I gotten into with my mother over you is endless. If you had just said how you truly felt, our relationship wouldn’t be jeopardized. I left my friends for you. Sure I found new ones but I left them for you. Not me.” You let out. Fuck you regret even knowing who he was.
“Mike I even let you ruin the one thing my dad left behind. The framed painting that was hung above my desk. I said it was nothing because he wasn’t important to me back then. But now I realize that I was fucking stupid for proritzing you over my dad. So Mike Wheeler, I’m asking for us to leave whatever we had as it is now. I don’t want your empty apologies, the gifts, the letters, nothing. I want for us to both acknowledge that what you did was wrong and you wouldn’t dare do this to another girl.” You said, lifting your head up to see Mike. You couldn’t even read what his emotion was. It was a mixture. You deciphered anger and sorrow. Huh. Ironic.
“That is all I ask for Mike Wheeler and then we can go back to how things originally were. How they were before I met you, minus the admiration towards you.” You chuckled, lifting your palm up to wipe your tears away.
“So,” you said, finally feeling your tears cease. It was a relief letting out how you felt. “Could you do that?” You whispered, now capable of looking who you believed to be your lover in the eye.
“Y/n- I just-” Mike was like a broken record. He started saying something but he stopped midway as if he was debating on it. “Y/n, I don’t think we could ever forget about this. I want to try but I don’t think I can.” Mike said, pinching his elbow.
Lies.
You knew Mike like the back of your hand. He probably couldn’t say the same. Mike pinching his elbow was a sign you had learned early on that he was lying. In the last few weeks he had done it frequently so you had assumed it was nothing.
Something in you flipped like a switch.
“Why Mike,” you spit out, fed up. “Why won’t you try? You say all this bullshit but I know you. You probably don’t even want to put the effort in to try the only thing I ask of you. So god help me Michael fucking Wheeler I have been so fucking flexible with you. Just why won’t you even try?” You questioned, feeling yourself filled with rage. You wanted him to at least cooperate with you.
“What do you mean Y/n? Have you gone insane?” Mike denied, sending you a wary look.
He had done it. This was your last straw.
You launched yourself at Mike with only the intent of harming him. Fuck him. You had only knocked him off his feet before you felt yourself being reeled off of Mike by Dustin and Lucas.
“Yea Mike. Maybe I have gone insane but you know who’s fault it is? It is your motherfucking fault. You wanted too much but you can’t handle the goddamn consequences.” You hissed, forcing yourself out of their grasp.
There was no way you were standing in his presence any longer. You were in a hurry, grabbing your bag and putting your coat on.
“Fucking bitch.” you hear Mike mutter slightly under his breath as he stood up with the help of Will.
You stood there, fishing through your bag and pulled out the photo book you had made for the two of you. “Have a nice fucking life asshole.” You said, thrusting the wrapped gift towards Mike.
Climbing up the stairs you ignored the calls of your friends that pleaded for you to stay. Some friends, you internally scoffed. Not one of them had come up with you.
As you opened the door that led to the kitchen, you were surprised with Karen’s presence.
“Oh honey! Come here could you taste th- what happened sweetie?” She cut herself off mid sentence, taking in your appearance. “Why don’t you ask the sunshine of your son, Mike?” You said, trying to leave as soon as possible.
You regretted it the moment you said it. Karen looked alarmed at your sudden attitude. “I’m sorry Mrs. Wheeler but have a lovely Christmas.” You rushed out, pushing her past you before you blew up at her too.
You ran out, past Holly who looked confused. You only hoped she would grow up to be a lovely girl.
You vividly heard Mrs. Wheeler yell down at Mike, questioning what just went on.
Whatever.
You knew that today was the last day that you’d willingly visit the Wheelers. That from this day forward, you’d erase Mike Wheeler completely from your life even if it pained you.
Today also marked the day in which Mike Wheeler realized, realized that a part of him still loved you and will always do so. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he knew a part of you was engraved in him.
hi girly!! I absolutely loved your yandere miles fairchild fic and I was wondering if you could write another one?
maybe where the reader (female) is a dancer and has been getting letters in her dance bag from a mysterious secret admirer (being miles) who only signs his letters using M.F. or something like that. maybe the reader then gets freaked out because he starts threatening her saying that he knows where she lives and gets really specific on things that only she would know. then maybe when she is asleep in her apartment one night he finally goes to take action and takes her with him. maybe reader wakes up because miles is caressing her face (like he did with kate in the movie) and she wakes up and he confesses who he is and then takes her?
I know this is very specific, and if you can get to this great but if not then don't worry about it.
meant to be - m.f
pairing(s): miles x reader
summary: your secret admirer took the first step in confessing, but you wanted nothing to do with him.
a/n: hey babe ty for requesting!! 💕💕💐 + sorry 4 making you wait!! ☹️☹️
wc: 1.4k+
It's now eight at night and you're beyond tired. Dancing constantly nonstop exhausts your body, but you need something to take your mind off what was going on. The whole situation was creeping you out. The letters you would find after packing was the cherry on top in making you hurl. The one from yesterday was the worst so far.
To the angel of my dreams,
Y/n, you don’t know how much I wanted to fucking kill that man for even talking to you. To make matters worse, you basically threw yourself onto him even after he hurt you. Do you know how much that hurts? Seeing you being unloyal to me. Y/n i'm on my last straw. I know everything about you, yet you seem unfazed. Why is that? Is it because you don't believe me? Is It because you don't believe I'll do anything to you? Believe me doll, i dont want to but youre making it so fucking hard.
You live in apartment complex #127. The pin number is 6250. Don't even bother changing it love, it takes four days for your complaint to actually be dealt with. You know, I still have the paperclip you gave to me that day. It's my best possession.
You drive me crazy darling. Spritzing your miss dior perfume that you received from your sister on christmas daily. It's almost empty though, maybe I'll get you another one.
Your laugh, your emotions, fuck your everything is so worth every penny i hold to my name. You’ll be mine one way or another.
Yours devotedly and lovingly,
M.F
You didn’t even reread that letter, discarding it the moment you were done reading it. Who even was M.F? What did he want? More importantly how the did he know any fucking thing he shouldnt know about you?
It was hard to even try and pinpoint who M.F was. You were in school during the day and as soon as it finished, you would go to the studio. In the studio you would dance and dance until you felt as if your legs were going to break. By the time you would get home, you would instantly pass out. Sometimes it would range through ten to twelve.
Looking through your bag, you discovered the letter he left today. As you tore open the envelope you unfolded the paper.
You were confused. Why did the letter just say today? It was written horribly too, as if he was in a rush. Instead of his usual neat calligraphy, the word was contorted and out of line.
Did he mean he's going to do something today or did he mean today as if he was stopping all letters to you from today? You hoped it was the latter. Crumpling up the letter in your hand, you were wary that he would pop up anywhere. Who knows maybe he was following you right now. Maybe he was in the dance studio with you.
You felt uncomfortable. There was this weird, cold feeling that shot down your body. Your eyes looked at every crevice but you couldn’t find a hint of anyone hiding.
Sighing you finished packing your bag and got up to finally go home. You were tired. Tired of whoever M.F was. Tired of his sick, scary letters.
Getting out of the taxi, you were finally home. Walking up the stairs, you greeted mrs. Abbott next door. She was awfully sweet, always making the best cookies.
“Hi dearie!” She cheered, grinning widely at you. “Hi Mrs. Abbott, how are you?” You replied, sending the grin back. “Oh I'm doing quite well! How about you?” she questioned. “Oh I'm about to go to bed soon, have a goodnight!” you finished with a chuckle. “Alright sweetie! Have a good sleep!” you hear her say as you fumble to get your keys out.
Opening your door, you threw your bag down near your desk. Stumbling towards your bathroom, you couldn’t help but think why M.F had such an infatuation with you. It made your head hurt.
Stepping in your shower, you were quick to clean up. Wanting the day to finally be over, you were more than eager to help. Getting the covers over your body, you swiftly fell asleep unaware of the pair of eyes that emerged from underneath your bed.
Fast asleep, Miles crawled out from under your bed sighing. Seeing you sleep was even prettier up close. He thought, approaching your unconscious figure. Slowly sitting down on your bed trying not to wake you, he let his hand stroke your hair. Your hair was so pretty just like you.
Miles’s grin grew as he envisioned you in his bed as he protected you just like this. Well maybe he didn’t help you, but he felt like he was protecting you. Grabbing your hand, he interlocked it with his. Miles couldn't think of anything that made him happier than this.
Leaning in, he let loose of your hair going to caress your face. As his hand came in contact with your face, he felt euphoric. The feeling of your soft, delicate skin with his hand was so much and more for him. Miles closed his eyes and continued to caress. Being this close with you, even touching your skin made him ecstatic.
Waking up, you feel this sensation on your right cheek. Widening your eyes, you realized someone other than you was here. You see a boy with furious curls sitting next to you. He was rather good looking but that thought left your soul the moment you realized he was touching you.
“Fuck! Get off me!” You shrieked as you shoved the mysterious man off your bed. He grunts as he hits the floor. “Who are you?” You screeched, getting up to get your phone but he had grabbed your ankle making you fall face plant onto the floor.
“Not so fast Angel.” His voice, jagged and raspy, came out. “I need to tell you something.”
“What do you mean tell me something! You freak leave!” You wailed out, distressed from who this man was.
Ignoring your words, he stood up, grabbing you by your wrist and forcefully laid you down on your bed once again. Terrified, thoughts ran through your head trying to piece who this man was. Was he just your typical robber? Or was he here to kill you? Or worse. Was he M.F? Fuck what if he was? What would you even do?
Feeling the presence of the man above you snapped you out of your thoughts. “I know you’re worried. I know you’re scared. In fact, I know everything about you Y/n. You're so pretty and nice and kind.. Fuck. I love you. I love you Y/n.” he blabbered, holding eye contact with you.
“Who are you?” you questioned again, needing an answer right away. You were on edge. What if he was actually M.F? “Darling, i knew you were a bit stupid but this is rather severe.” he chuckled, dragging his finger along your cheek affectionately.
Just as you were going to ask him the question again, he cut you off. “Y/n have you ever wondered what M.F stood for?” he said, getting off you slowly walking around your room. Before you could even answer, he continued on. “M.F, it's rather peculiar you know? Why would he even know that much about you? It's creepy and weird.” Shaking your head in slight agreement, the man had a growing smile.
“Well Y/n, I am M.F. I am Miles Fairchild. I am the man who sends you creepy little letters. The very letters you throw out daily but it doesn’t matter. I know you’ll love me back. Reading my letters instead of instantly throwing them out was a sign that I knew. I knew you were the one. Y/n I love you so much.” The admiration was oozing from his mouth.
Not responding, Miles took this as a cue to step closer to you. “I’m really really sorry Y/n.” He said, shuffling around to take something out of his pocket. “You’re sorry for wh-“ you questioned but got cut off as miles hit the back of your neck, knocking you out.
“So sorry Angel, really.” Miles muttered as he dragged your body out to his car. Shutting his car door, he turned the radio on. Humming along with the tune of the song, he turned to your unconscious figure and smiled.
He was happy for once. He was sure he’d make you happy too.
Hi gorgeous!! I was wondering if you could do a yandere miles x f! Reader if you’re comfortable but it’s fine if you’re not!! 💞💞 also could I be 🩰 anon if you take anons??
so pretty - m.f
pairing(s): miles x reader & reader x s/o
summary: being chased around by a man who just killed your friend doesn’t sound like how you wanted to end your evening.
a/n: hi ml!! ive never written anything about yanderes so take this as you please 🫶 + ofc you can be 🩰 anon <3 + i do not mean to romanticize this in anyway, it is purely fiction!
warnings: yandere themes, cursing, mentions of murder
wc: 1.6k+
You pant, frantically running away from the man who’s holding a knife you can’t help but think it’s been a hectic fucking month. First your best friend is shot right in front of your eyes, next the same fucker who shot your friend is chasing you with a dangerously sharp knife.
Fuck who even was this dude? What did he want from you? You spun around, picked up a nearby rock and flung it at him. Not even sparing him a glance you ran. You ran until you felt as if your lungs were going to fail you.
As you tried to catch your breath, you dashed behind an enormous tree. You didn’t want to die, you barely lived your life. And what about your boyfriend? You loved him too much. Fuck what if you didn’t make it out alive? How would he react?
You heard leaves crunching under the thick boots this murderer had on. He was near. Your palms were clammy. Were you going to die tonight? Was this it?, You thought, eyes watering up at the thought. As you closed your eyes and tried to call yourself down with breathing methods everything went silent.
“Did he leave? God I hope he did.” You muttered underneath your breath, so quietly you barely heard it yourself. However this wasn’t the same for him.
He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.
He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.
You heard him chuckle. You thought it sounded familiar but shrugged it off, blaming it on your nerves. He was still here. Shit, did he hear you? When you were lost in your thoughts, the man charged at you.
Your eyes shot up, alarmed only to be knocked down by the man who had tackled you to refrain you from moving. You screams weren’t heard as he had slapped his hand over your mouth.
“Shut that fucking mouth up before I shove a knife down it.” The man’s voice came out, rough. Your screams had gone instantly silent hearing those words come out of his mouth.
“Good girl.” he complimented, knife in hand to know that his threat wasn’t empty. You told yourself over and over in your head that this wasn’t real, this was all a nightmare. A nightmare that felt too realistic. Oh for goodness sake, who were you trying to fool? You knew that this could either be the end of your life or a start of a very twisted one.
As the masked man starts to slowly pull something out his bag, he tuts, “Y/n.. you know staring at someone is bad.” It was as if he was scolding a child.
“How do you know my name?” Your voice came out, small. Fuck. You were terrified. First this man fucking kills your bestfriend, then he tackles me, and he knows my name?
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?” He hummed, revealing ropes of thick long rope that had spilled out of his bag. Just what was he planning on doing?
“Can I at least get a name?” You whimpered out, back aching from the position you were in. “Oh Y/n you already know me! You don’t recognize me?” He exclaims, imitating a sniffle.
“Well if you don’t, wouldn’t you like to know?,” he uttered out. “You were always too nosy for your good. Never liked that about you really.” Snorts of amusement coming from under the mask.
Your eyes went down immediately, filled with embarrassment with his comments. His hand jerked to grab your chin rather roughly, forcing eye contact. Well, that’s what you assumed he saw. You felt his smirk through the mask. Fucker.
“Don’t be shy Y/n! It’s alright no one’s around to hear anything.” You could practically hear the glee in his voice. As it was obvious that you weren’t going to attempt to talk to him, he sighed.
He got up off of you, you were relieved yet confused why he did so. But just as those thoughts were let loose. You felt the thick rope circling you continuously. Shit. You were done for.
When he was content with his work, he took a step back and broke out into a fit of giggles. It was so amusing to him, seeing her all scared and teary eyed. He had gotten something he finally wanted. He craved her. He craved seeing those tears dripping down her oh so beautiful face, pleading him to stop.
“Fine,” he huffed out, tired of your silence. “If you want to know who I am so badly, I’ll let you see for yourself.” The rage in ripping off the detailed mask was no shock compared to who lied behind it.
Fucking Miles. The boy you rejected in junior year. He was cool about it, saying it was alright. That was before he had stormed off into the boys bathroom, returning with blood stained hands, ignoring people’s stares.
Suspiciously, you had no choice but to cross him off the list as a suspect to whoever was sending you those creepy letters as he stopped pursuing you. Guess you were wrong.
Those creepy letters holding creepy messages. “I love you so much Y/n, you know your strawberry shampoo really makes you smell nice.” and “I know you’re afraid of the dark Y/n, don’t worry I’ll be around to help you my darling.” were just a few of many horrendous letters.
“Miles?” You said, baffled seeing him. “That’s right darling.” He said, tossing the mask god knows where. “You know Y/n, I thought you would’ve gotten the clue. I always get what I want,” He spoke, grasping you by the collar of your shirt. “And I want you Y/n. I love you so so much. I’ll love you until the day I die. If you die, I’ll die as well.”
“M-Miles.. I don’t really know what to say..,” you spluttered out. “My answer is still the same Miles I’m so sor-” “Why won’t you love me?” Miles spat out, cutting you off. He started to shake you aggressively. “Just why? Am I that unlovable? Am I unattractive? Is there anything I can fix about myself?” Miles babbled on, letting the grip on your shirt loose.
“Miles- Miles,” you spoke up, attracting his attention. “Miles. You know why I don’t love you? It’s because-” you suddenly gasped as he placed the tip of the knife onto your chin, as if it was edging you to go on.
“Hmm?,” Miles edged on. “Go on darling, tell me.” He finished off, pressing the knife down knowing if he went any deeper he’d leave a cut.
You went silent. You knew if you said anything you’d probably end up dead, for this was Miles last straw. If you blew it, god knows what would happen.
“That’s right pretty, I know you didn’t have anything against me. Empty words hurt you know Y/n? I know you didn’t mean it but still.” Miles said, holding a look that mocked sadness.
“C'mon love speak to me. I’m not that mean.,” Miles pouted, slowly bringing the knife down to his side. “You know this is because I love you so so much.” Miles babbled, caressing your hair.
“Miles, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I promise.” You whispered, slowly pulling your head up. “Please Miles, please please.” You muttered over and over like a mantra. You were desperate and wanted to escape. Fuck you would even keep your word. You wouldn’t tell anyone if you would live.
“No, no, no you’re lying.” he mumbled under his breath. “Stop lying to me!” Miles shouted at your face, spit splattering onto your face. Fuck thats nasty.
“Miles i swear to fucking god please i wont ever..” you trailed off, stopping mid sentence as Miles turned his attention to his bag. He was digging in his bag, tossing things that weren't his desired object. Curses and pleads continuously split from him.
For a moment he stopped. He stopped and turned around with the biggest smirk on his face holding a rag. A wet rag in fact. What the fuck was that dosed in?, You thought. Was this really going to be your last moment? Spent in the woods with Miles fucking Fairchild.
You stared at him as he approached with his long limbs, stomping against the dirt filled ground. Once he bent down to you, he didn’t hesitate on muffling you with the rag. You screamed and screamed but you were helpless. Your cries weren’t heard by anyone other than Miles. In fact, he looked as if he enjoyed it. Sick fucker.
Your lids felt heavy. Shit. as Miles felt content at what he was looking at, he lifted the rag, throwing it god knows where. “Fuck you Miles.” you spit at him with all the power you had in your body before you felt your consciousness slipping from you. Gazing above you, you saw Miles grasping your hands with such fragility, as if you were going to break any second. “Miles you’ll regret this so much..” you stuttered off, chloroform kicking in letting the chances of you staying away strand you.
“So, so pretty.” Miles lavished, admirably gazing your body out cold. He heaved your body off the cold ground, carrying you as if you were a baby. ``Let's go home now, hmm?” Miles questioned your unconscious body knowing he wouldn’t get a response. It made him feel joyful. You were finally his. And you were only his. Forever.
summary: michael wheeler accepts a bet to make you fall in love with him before the school year ends but what ends up happening when he starts to fall too?
a/n: if you can’t tell I’m a whore for angst + i was typing this in the lab 💀
warnings: cursing, fluff 2 angst back 2 somewhat fluff?? 😭
wc: 2.25k+
It had been three months since you and Mike had made it official. Three months since Mike Wheeler had made the bet with his friends.
A bet to make anyone of their choice to fall in love with him until the last day of school. If he had won, his friends would pitch in and give him 200 dollars. If he had lost, he would have to give his Atari up to his friends. And god, Mike Wheeler was not one to turn down bets.
That same day, Mike had approached you by your lockers saying he found you cute and wanted to know if you would accept his proposal for dinner at Bennys. You had said yes, for goodness sake you thought no one ever saw you as attractive. Especially someone like Mike Wheeler.
To say you were on the moon when you heard those words was an understatement. You felt as if your grin was going to leave a permanent mark on your face from how hard you were smiling.
Over the months you and Mike had dated, you felt like you knew him better than you knew yourself. Mike liked his mom's apple pie the best, he despised the fumes of nail polish, he kept his hair messy because he thinks the ladies love it, and so much more.
You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.
You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.
You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.
You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.
You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.
Mike had cheered you up nethertheless, saying that he missed out bigtime. And you believed him. Mike made you feel wanted, he made you feel important.
It wasn't like Mike Wheeler was lying, he did see something special in you. Something he hadn't seen in other girls.
He liked that you weren't afraid to let him see who you truly were. Not just your perfect side, a side where a majority of people like to hide.
He saw someone who was refreshing to look at. He saw someone who made him feel free. He didn’t want stupid, silly hair gel, he would be more than content with a girlfriend who brushed his hair to help him maintain it.
Six months into their relationship Mike had gifted you a scrapbook full of images of memories and messages from him. You had bursted into tears when you were finished taking in every detail of the book. You felt pathetic with the bracelet you had made him but Mike assured you that he wasn’t disappointed.
Their could be no fucking way he was disappointed, he loved it. He loved the charms attached to it representing important key details in your relationship. A milkshake charm to represent the strawberry milkshakes you two always shared at Benny’s. A pie charm to represent the endless amount of times you stole a slice or two from Mrs. Wheeler’s freshly baked apple pie. A music charm to represent the love you both held for AC/DC. God he couldn’t be happier.
As your relationship was nearing the ten month mark, Mike had slowly forgotten about the bet he made with his friends.
That is until he was approached. “Mike you haven’t forgotten about our little bet right?” Troy had questioned stepping closer to Mike. realization slowly sank into Mike as he remembered the bet he had made carelessly months ago. “Oh.. yea right the bet! No I didn’t forget? What made you think that?” Mike shamelessly lied to his friends, scratching his neck.
As you were walking down the hall trying to reach the lab before the bell rang, you overheard Troy retort, “Oh you know, you and Y/n have been really close these days. I wouldn’t be surprised if you fell in love with that hag instead.”, laughing with his goons.
A fucking hag? Would it hurt him to look in a mirror? You had thought. You quickly hid behind the lockers trying to hear what they were saying. As you peered at the group, your eyes laid upon Mike. Huh, that was weird.
“Oh hell no dude!”, Mike's voice spewed out, disguising itself as grossed out. “Why would I ever fall in love with her? I mean, have you seen her? She looks digusting with those fucking eyebags and don’t even get me started on the daddy issues with this one. It's insane. You better prepare the $200 because I am not losing this bet.” Mike rushed out, as if these words were acid.
Oh.
Nothing ran through your head. You didn’t hear Troy and his goons laughing and leaving. You didn’t hear the loud thud your chemistry book made when it fell to the ground.
All you heard was Mike's response over and over. The words rang through your head like an alarm. He didn’t love me. He thought I was hideous. As the tears began to bubble up in your eyes, you ran.
You didn’t know where you were going, but you had to go somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t tainted by mike. Somewhere where your apparent lover hadn’t left his mark.
You kept on running and running. Wiping the constant tears away while running had exhausted you but nothing hurt more than his words. Then that was it? All the words he had told you, all the messages, everything?
Everything was fake?
Fuck.
As you approached your house, you barged in. you didn’t bother to answer your mother, concerned why you had so much rage in doing simple tasks.
You didn’t care. All that circled your head was that Mike never loved you. It was fake. All part of some fucking, stupid bet. As you scramble through your drawers, dumping out everything that Mike had gifted you, the heartache only grew.
You shoved all of the gifts he had made you in a tote bag. You didn’t care about anything else. How could you have been so stupid? How did you let yourself spiral down this mess?
Those were Mike’s exact thoughts too. As he heard the thud of your book, he had looked near your direction only to see your back as you ran away, Mary Janes clicking against the ground. He had known it was you.
Only you were brave enough to engrave your initials into the heels. As Mike had connected the dots, he realized that you must’ve overheard his conversation.
Fuck.
He should have explained a long time ago. No, fuck that. He should have admitted how he felt before falling down a hole he would never be able to get out of. He knew, he knew that this was a situation that was bound to happen but he was terrified.
Terrified on how you would react. Terrified that you wouldn’t give him a second chance.
Fingers grasping around the scrapbook Mike made for the both of you, you couldn’t help but think how could have done this all for a bet. A measly fucking bet.
Shoving the scrapbook into the tote bag, you stormed out of your house, riding your bike into the middle of the woods.
Oh how you wanted to scream. Scream at Mike, scream at Troy, scream at anyone who was willing to listen. Scream how you felt. You weren’t even sure how to describe it. All you saw was red.
As Mike scurried around Hawkins on his bike, wondering where the hell you were, he had caught sight of your figure running into the woods. He had ditched his bike wherever he was, he finally could explain himself.
You threw the bag onto the floor, dumping all the gifts out without care. As you ripped and destroyed everything in your sight, you kept on crying. Fuck. It hurt like a bitch.
What have you ever done to Mike Wheeler huh? What did they gain from this? What was the whole fucking reason? Sure you weren’t the best looking or the most popular but you had never gone out of your way to harm them like they had done to you.
As your eyes laid on the unharmed scrapbook, you slowly picked it up. Flipping through the pages frantically, you try to find any signs that showed that he truly loved you.
Maybe, just maybe he really did like you for one moment. You needed to cling into the last spark of hope you had. As you scanned the last page, the letter he had left you to read for your first anniversary was there, untouched.
“Promise me, promise me you won’t read it until time comes.” Mike had said, gazing into your eyes. “I won’t Mikey, I promise.” You replied, hugging him.
Fuck that promise. It was basically nearing a year. What’s the harm? Your relationship was practically over.
Dear Y/n,
If you’re reading this, we’ve most likely broken up. To be honest, I didn’t really even know who you were until Troy pointed out that you existed. That’s really shitty to admit but, it’s true. But I am so fucking grateful that I met you.
I know this is such an asshole move, but I got dared to make you fall in love with me. And I accepted because number one, I didn’t know who you were, number two, I treasured my Atari so much, and number three, I wanted that two-hundred. But now? Fuck that. Fuck my Atari. Fuck the two-hundred. They can have all that if it means that I can have you.
These past few months have probably been one of the best months of my life. Meeting you, getting to know you, has been so thrilling. You’re like a fresh breath of air.
I want us to try again if you’ll allow it. If you’ll allow it, I’ll do anything. I’ll restart everything, pretend I've never known you. Fuck maybe you’ll forgive me and we’ll progress from there on. I don't care. Everyday since the night at Benny’s you’ve been on my mind since then.
You are a fucking pearl in the massive heaps of sand. I’d be a fool to try and not make myself look foolish to keep you than just to let you go.
So I beg you, y/n please give me another chance. I wont fuck this one up. I swear, every word I said to you, I meant it. Your smile, the fact that your lips taste like grapes, no. I love everything about you. I'll understand if you won’t accept my apology, but please. Please think it over.
Forever yours,
Mikey ♡
Oh my god. You didn’t know what to believe. You heard nothing. All the leaves crumbling under Mikes converse, your intense heartbeat, the sudden thunder. Nothing.
As you felt someone’s gaze on you, you looked up. Regrettably, you immediately avoided eye contact. Mike. Fuck. How were you going to explain this?
“Y/n-” Mike started, a mixture of emotions in his voice. “Mike, no.” You said, getting back up. “Mike is this- is this real?” your voice cracked.
You were terrified of his answer. You were terrified of the thought of starting over. Terrified that this is linked to another bet.
But this terror didn’t overcome the terror of the whole letter being a joke.
“Y/n.. Why would you question that?” Mike's voice came out, hurt. As he approached you, taking off his sweater he spoke. “Of course the letter is real. Everything, every single thing I wrote out, I meant it. I love you more than anything.”
You felt his sweater around you, trying to shield the fierce bullets of rain pouring onto the two of you. “B-but then why.. Why’d you say all those things?” You blubbered out, avoided eye contact with the only person who gave you sparks. Sparks of love.
“Y/n, I didn’t really mean it. I know it was unnecessary, but I froze up and blurted out random fucking shit. I feel like an asshole. Really.” Mike stammered, cupping your face. As your eyes lock, you examine his face, trying to detect a lie.
None. You could tell that Mike truly meant this. But it still hurts. You’ve only told Mike about the problems you’ve been having physically and mentally and he used it against you whether he liked it or not.
“Mike,” you started, tearing up once again. “I think I’m going to need some time to think it over..”. Sobs erupted out of you. “You know? It’s just too much at once.” You said, removing your hand from Mike's grasp.
“O-oh yea! Totally no no it’s okay!” Mike had said, and he genuinely meant it. He had known that what he said had hurt you. He would by all means give up everything to go back in time to not say that.
“Just know Y/n, I’ll always love you and I never meant what I said. I fucked up big time.” Mike let
out, eyes watery. “Thank you Mike.” You said, leaving, bringing the unharmed scrapbook with you.
You felt guilty of course, Mike had seen that you destroyed mainly everything he gifted you. But that didn’t matter. What really mattered was if you were going to give him another chance.
Mike didn’t ask for his sweater back. Neither did Y/n give it back. He hoped that this could be an opportunity for him. Any opening or signs he would receive from you, he’d run them to the ground.
summary: you were finally seeing mike wheeler again, but not as lovers.
a/n: this is my first fic ever so pls be nice!!
warnings: mild cursing, angst, cheating.
wc: 1.5k
The start of spring break. You’ve been dreading it. The knot in your stomach had expanded massively. Mike Wheeler was coming to Lenora. Mike Wheeler as in Jane Hopper's boyfriend.
The boy she shed constant tears over, the boy she fell in love with every time he sent a letter, the boy who kept on breaking her heart. She had sobbed in your arms woefully due to the lack of letters.
The very same letters you had dawned over at night. You wondered why, just why she wouldn't give him up. Give him up and start looking for other people. It's just love, you thought endlessly. But love doesn’t make you cry constantly. Love doesn't make you self conscious. And love certainly did not root from Mike Wheeler.
The same Mike Wheeler who had been making out with you by the creek at midnight last summer.
Summer of 1985. You had been thrown in some delinquent camp by your parents after they had heard about one being set up in Hawkins, Indiana . It had been the same for Mike Wheeler, or as he claimed. Looking back, you don’t believe his reply. According to Jane, he had grown up in Hawkins. Could I ever believe a word out of his mouth then? All the I love you’s, the encouraging, reassuring words? I'll never truly know.
Your relationship with each other had grown immensely in a short amount of time. The constant flirting, the remarks, everything. It wasn’t until he made the first move on the second night of August in 1985.
August 2nd 1985, Mike Wheeler kissed you and you enjoyed it. Scratch that, you were in an euphoric state. As his lips met yours, you couldn't help but adore the fact that his lips tasted like cherry, specifically cherry chapstick. Later on, you found out it belonged to Jane.
It had crushed you figuring out that Mike Wheeler did indeed have a girlfriend when your little summer fling had happened but this pain did not hurt more than the fact that this was the same Mike Wheeler who Jane had cried over constantly, wondering if she wasn't enough. It was good to say that you had dropped the box of beads when Jane had confessed that she and Mike had been seeing each other around 2 years ago.
You wonder if Mike had known about your presence due to Jane's frequent letters. You wouldn't ever know, you threw out every letter he continuously sent. At one point he stopped. You were relieved, maybe he had gotten over it. Maybe he decided to let go. That was until Jane had told you her boyfriend was coming over for spring break.
That same day you threw up.
As you felt yourself being nudged, you came out of your trance. “Y/n!,” Will nudged you. “Oh! Yea sorry what's going on?” your voice wavered, nauseous now reminiscing the past. “Mike's flight is about to land!,” Will had brightened up tremendously. “Oh you know I'm so excited to see him again, it's been so long!”
As bad as you felt, you had zoned out at the mention of Mike. He was really coming to Lenora. In a matter of moments really.
As the speakers start to crackle, “Flight 623 just landed from Indianapolis and will be arriving at gate two. Flight 623 from Indianapolis at gate two.” can be heard all over the airport.
“Look, I think that's him!” Jane had turned to you while pointing to someone dressed ridiculously. You couldn’t hear anything. You were sure your heart was to jump out at any moment given by the way it was beating.
“Mike!” Jane had called out and indeed the man who had dressed as if he were to sunbathe, had turned around to gaze in her direction. Fuck. he was really here. “Over here!” Jane had called out, holding the biggest grin you’ve ever witnessed on her. As Mike had slowly approached you all, obnoxious slippers slapping the floor, you had quickly diverted your attention to the magazines near the chairs. Suddenly you had an interest in pregnancy. Lovely.
As you hear the couple embrace each other, kissing in the midst of it, you had angled yourself to get a sneak peak of the scene. Tears had begun to welt up in your eyes as his outgrown, shaggy hair had come into view.
As Will and Mike stopped hugging and greeting one another, you were abruptly pulled from where you were into Jane's grasp. “Mike, say hello to Y/n! You know the one I've been talking about!,” Jane had said, facing the two of you. “Don't worry, not anything bad though!” Jane sent a cheeky grin your way.
You could see realization hitting Mike like a brick as his smile had faltered gazing upon you. “O-oh,” Mike had gone pale, as if he had seen a ghost. “Hi Y/n, it's so nice to finally meet you.” his words had come out fast and unsteady. Well, at least the guy held some shame.
“Hi.” you responded just as quickly as you suddenly walked towards the bathroom, feeling sick. “Uhh guys, I think I'm going to use the bathroom. Those pretzels definitely did not do me justice.”, you groaned, covering your mouth as an attempt to convince them. “Aw, okay y/n! We’ll wait for you here once you're done!” Jane had said with a deflated grin appearing on her face.
Unknowingly to you, Mike had also quickly excused himself to use the bathroom after you had left, trying to catch up with you. “God, she's such an angel, why did this have to happen?” You muttered under your breath as you walked into the bathroom. You had to be cursed somehow, you believed. As you paced around the bathroom, a sudden knock appeared at the door.
You had quickly ran the water, pretending like you were washing your hands, then opened the door only to be pushed back in and locked in with no other than Mike Wheeler himself.
“Y/n..” Mike had spluttered out, well aware of what his presence had done to her. “Don't even.” you had choked out before the tears in your eyes began to spurt out. Fuck, were your cheeks wet?
As you brought a hand up to wipe as many tears away as possible, Mike had handed you tissues from the side. “Here..” he stammered. You both could sense the tension built up.
As sad as it was, all it took was 30 second eye contact with Mike Wheeler to break you. Break what control you thought you had. Every night, slowly getting over him, all to waste. Seeing him in person just had all the feelings rushing back. You then realized, you were fucked. Fucked for falling in love with Mike Wheeler, fucked that he was your friends boyfriend and fucked up for still liking him.
As the tears continuously split, you fell to the floor. You felt shame of course, but this, this was something else that overpowered this by a mile. You felt as if the circulation in your body was cut off. Was this what it was like to be in love with the wrong person? Or was it just love? Fuck you didn't care, either way you despised this feeling.
Mike came running towards you as you fell. At this point, you couldn't even resist. You felt horrible for Jane. How could you have betrayed her like this? Would she even forgive you once she found out? These thoughts were slowly erased as you felt his big, lanky limbs wrap around you, a bittersweet gesture. You couldn’t help yourself but lean into his touch. God, you missed this so much.
“Im so sorry, im so fucking sorry,” Mike had mumured like a mantra into your hair. “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” sobs had erupted in the both of you, syncing up.
“Mike..,” you stammered out. “I, no. We can’t do this.” you muttered out voice cracking. “I mean, Jane doesn’t deserve this. How could I ever do this to her?” Mike scrambles to shush you. “Let’s forget that right now. please.”
And forget you did. Well, not really. You only pretended it never happened once you both stepped out of the bathroom. Did it crush you? Yes. Did you want closure? But sometimes, you had to resist, resist for the sake of others.
Jesus, who were you to call yourself Jane's friend if you had continued to talk to Mike without her knowing?
You felt shitty but, a part of you, wanted to reach out to Mike. Reach out and embrace and kiss him. Maybe more. Maybe he wanted that as well. Maybe he didn't. You would never know as he and the Byers had never returned to Lenora after spring break.
Mike had come up with some bullshit excuse to get us out of the mess and surprisingly Jane bought it. Must be his affect, after all you would’ve known.
Maybe you should have attended those classes you skipped. maybe, just maybe if you did, you would’ve never met Mike Wheeler, the thief who stole your heart in a matter of moments. The thief who would never return what he had stolen.
summary: the letter you had left your lover, mike wheeler to read after your death.
warnings: mention of death, tiny bit of cursing
wc: 279
a/n: sorry this was veryy short :( + can you tell i adore angst 🤭
Dear Mike,
If you’re reading this, I hope you can find it in yourself to move on. No, move on. Move on Michael Wheeler. You have so much love to share and what good is that love for when it’s only being given to a grave? Nothing. Michael Wheeler no matter what you do, I will always be here. I will be here, watch you eventually get kids. I know that was always your dream. Living in New York with two kids.
Michael Wheeler I will never stop loving you. I am not asking you to do the same, that would be too selfish. All I ask is for you to live on. Live on for whatever reason. If you have none, live on for me. Live the life I couldn’t have lived.
Live on with Jane, was that her name? Michael, I’m not stupid. I always spotted the mild blush she got whenever she was near you. I know she would be a perfect girl for you. You two have so much in common. She always made you laugh. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be Jane. Find someone to fill your other half. Find someone who brings joy into your life, causing your heart to flutter. You being happy is all I need to rest in peace.
I died knowing that someone like you loved me once. And god, wherever I am after I pass, I will never forget you.
Michael Wheeler never think of me as the one who got away. I never left. And I will never leave. Michael Wheeler I will be with you until the motherfucking end.
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