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based on a tweet i can't find about max realising that her new bestie is also mike obsessed and she'll never be free
actually i’m not joking someone tie me down and feed me to the wolves for the ungodly things that shot through my head seeing this photo of him like he looks so submissive desperate babygirl
Jane Hopper, they could never take your whimsy away.
STRANGER THINGS 5.05 "Shock Jock"
I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”
Mom edition
Dustin is crawling in through the window. He freezes halfway through the window when he makes eye contact with Steve’s mom.
“Sweetie who is this small curly haired child breaking into our house?”
“That’s Dustin.”
“Okay?”
“I’ve adopted him as my brother.”
“Hello new son?”
…
Steve’s mom comes home to find Joyce on her couch, Steve talking very excitedly to her.
“What’s Joyce doing here?”
“Hey mom, meet mom.”
“Two moms and you still can’t avoid getting concussed every year?”
“Neither of you are very good at your job.”
…
“Mom!” Steve’s mom turns at the voice and finds a small redhead looking at Steve.
“Yes Max?”
“Can you take me to the arcade?”
Steve groans, pulling out some of the allowance that his mom had just given him and handed it to the little girl.
“Lucas too?”
“Yes, now scram.”
“Mom?” Steve’s mom asks.
“I’m not sure how that happened either.”
…
Eddie shows up on their doorstep with a bunch of half burnt cookies.
“I’m here for Steve.” He says simply to the bewildered mother staring at him.
“Okay.” She turns back towards the inside of the house. “Steve your boyfriend is here.”
“Did Steve tell you?”
“No, but god does my boy have a type.”
Yeah Byler is cute but can we appreciate the elmike we're getting this season? The Nancy and Mike interactions? The party standing up for Dustin? Canon Rovickie? Joyce and Robin's interactions? Mike being the best big brother? Will and Robin having the cutest friendship in the world? Mr Clarke's return? Hopper telling El "I love you, Jane"?
Give me all of them. Give me the entire extended party and every side character ever and let me feast on their interactions. Their heart-to-hearts fuel me.
THE BOY WHO WOULDN’T SAY HI
written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800
synopsis. you finally tells lucas about your crush on mike wheeler. lucas — shocked, thrilled, and determined to fix his best friend’s life, delivers the news to mike, who … panics. now mike’s dodging you like his life depends on it. confused and hurt, you try to let go. but lucas, max, and dustin have other plans
labels. hellfire mike x cheerleader reader, loser boy + popular girl troupe, soft feminine reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader.
warnings. light angst, mutual pining, miscommunication, brief emotional hurt/comfort.
you weren’t supposed to like mike wheeler.
not because he wasn’t likable. god no, he was too likable. too kind. too smart. too thoughtful in the ways only someone as soft and awkward as him could be.
but you? you were the bubbly cheerleader who shared her water with her cheerleader friends who forgot theirs and had a locker full of pink gel pens and birthday cake lip balm. you weren’t supposed to fall for the tall, lanky boy who wore fingerless gloves in june and talked about dungeons & dragons like it was a religion.
and yet.
you did.
so one day, just after sixth period, still in your cheer uniform, hands clutching the strap of your backpack like it was keeping you alive, you told lucas.
❝you like mike?❞ he blinked, mouth full of peanut butter reese’s.
you nodded, cheeks burning. ❝i think i have for a while.❞
his reaction was a combination of a cough, a squeak, and a half-choked yell.
❝lucas, oh my god—❞
❝no, no, this is great! this is—this changes everything!❞
and you laughed, nervous and sweet, because lucas made it easy to say things you couldn’t say to anyone else.
mike stared at the floor like it had personally insulted him.
❝she—she said that?❞
lucas nodded. ❝y/n. the y/n you refuse to look at even though you clearly like her back.❞
❝i don’t—❞
lucas clicked his tongue.
❝okay maybe i do but it doesn’t matter because she’s like—she’s her. and i’m me. and she probably only said that to be nice or something.❞
❝that’s not how crushes work, dude.❞
❝but what if i mess it up?❞ mike groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. ❝what if i say something stupid and she realizes she made a mistake and regrets everything and never speaks to me again?❞
❝so your plan is to… not speak to her? ever?❞
mike didn’t answer.
lucas sighed.
you noticed.
how he turned corners when you walked toward him.
how he laughed with dustin until you entered the room and then suddenly went silent.
how he looked anywhere but at you, like your face was a solar eclipse, and he didn’t want to burn out.
and it hurt. not in the dramatic heartbreak way. more like a quiet ache in your chest that you kept trying to brush off.
maybe you’d read it wrong.
maybe it was just a nice conversation with lucas. a temporary rush of courage and hope.
maybe mike didn’t like you back after all.
you sat on the steps outside the gym after practice, your hair still tied in a half-hearted ponytail, your water bottle resting beside you. you watched the sky turn pink.
then max plopped down beside you.
❝he’s a dumbass.❞
❝…huh?❞
❝mike.❞ she glanced at you. ❝i overheard lucas and dustin talking. he thinks you’re too good for him, so he’s been avoiding you to protect his fragile ego or whatever.❞
you blinked. ❝so he does like me?❞
❝oh my god. yes. obviously. you should hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around.❞
❝then why—❞
❝because he’s mike. and mike is, like, i don’t know he’s just mike.❞
later that night, you opened your locker to find a note folded into a triangle. written in messy blue pen:
meet me at the bleachers. please. - mike
you debated it.
for five seconds.
ultimately you obliged.
he was pacing when you got there.
his eyes went wide when he saw you. ❝hi.❞
you smiled, small but real. ❝hi.❞
then silence.
❝i’m sorry,❞ he blurted.
you knew why he was apologizing but you proceeded without thinking.
you tilted your head. ❝for what?❞
❝for being… a total idiot. and avoiding you. and not saying anything. and making you think i didn’t like you back—❞
❝mike—❞
❝—and not telling you sooner that i’ve liked you since, like, forever.❞
you blinked. ❝you have?❞
he nodded, hands flailing. ❝yes. i just—i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way. and then lucas told me and i freaked out and then i just—❞
you stepped closer. ❝you hurt my feelings.❞
❝you are aware of that, right?❞
he froze. ❝i know. and i hate that. i didn’t mean to, i swear. i was just scared.❞
you smiled, sad and soft. ❝me too.❞
he looked at you.
❝do you forgive me?❞ he asked, quiet.
you reached out, your pinky brushing his. ❝if you promise to say hi next time.❞
he grinned, sheepish. ❝hi.❞
you laughed, and suddenly his hand was in yours.
and just like that, the ache in your chest faded.
© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025
