#mike x reader

[cicibananaaa]

hiii, any requests?? i will literally take anything 😗

xoxo-cici

[cicibananaaa]

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ bad day𝜗𝜚˚⋆

summary: you are dating mike wheeler and his sister holly loves you. when your at mikes house he gets a call from his teacher that holly had a bad day

warnings: pure fluff

(also this is written in y/n’s pov)

note from me: hii guys this is my first fic im writing, so it may not be the best lol but i do hope you enjoy it! have a good day!!

xoxo-cici

mike was sitting on the couch sitting right next to me, i had my head on his shoulder reading some book that i found in mikes room a little while ago. mike was absentmindedly playing with my hair. “you smell nice” he said with a little giggle. “thanks, it’s a new perfume, you like?” i said with a big stupid grin on my face. “yeah i love it actually.” he said

i go back to reading for about 10-ish minutes, i wasn’t really keeping up with the time. then the phone rings, we both jump. “i’ll get it!” i said while walking to the kitchen. i pick up the phone and this lady with a calm voice greets me. “hello, are you mrs. wheeler by any chance?” she says sweetly. “no i’m sorry, mrs. wheeler isn’t home at the moment.” i said. then mike walks up to me and takes the phone, “hello m’am.” he says in that sweet gentleman-like voice that drives you absolutely insane. i hear holly’s name in the phone call and immediately worry, holly is the sweetest girl i have ever met. whenever i come over to mikes, hill always makes my color with her. even though my artistic abilities aren’t the best, it’s nice to see her smile.

mike hangs up the phone, “i have to go pick up holly.” he says with a worried tone in his voice. “everything okay?” he nods “yeah, holly just didn’t have the best day at school.” my face drops, because hearing that the girl that always seem to put a smile on your face didn’t have the best day today made my heart break. “can i come?” i asked “of course! im sure holly would love to see you.” he smiles.

i arrive at the school with mike, and we are heading towards the principals office to pick up holly, “i really hope she’s okay.” i whisper more to myself than anyone else.

me and mike walk into the principals office worried about holly, because holly never seemed to be upset she was the funniest girl ever and made people smile even when they where having a bad day.

“i’m here for holly wheeler.” mike says with a little bit of worry in his tone. “yes yes! right this way.” mike grabs my hand tightly which he only does when he’s worried. the principal leads us to the guidance counselor’s room, and when we open the door i see holly sitting in a wooden chair with tears streaming down her face.

hii, that’s all i’m going to do for now!! let me know if you want a part 2, again this is my first time writing so leave your tips in the comments feel free to send requests for the next part in the comments as well! thank you so much, love ya

xoxo-cici<3

[teacup-thoughts]

https://www.tumblr.com/teacup-thoughts/815099584431964160/httpswwwtumblrcomteacup-thoughts815076112549

Hi Angel!! No rush at all but I was wondering if this was still in th works

yess! It is! I think next week I'm going to try to focus on my Mike fics because I know I have a lot. So most likely next week. Tomorrow is my day off, so I'm going to try and write the remaining fics that I promised for the week, and then I'll move on to the next group of fics I wanna push out

(this is a long ass answer, sorry lol)

[teacup-thoughts]

Mike x Cheerleader!reader

author's note: This is based in season 4 mainly cause I LOVE Hellfire Mike

warnings: kissing ig

When Mike first arrived at Hawkins High, he thought his routine wouldn’t change much. Really, the only thing that changed was what he did after school. He went to Hellfire, so really he just moved from playing D&D in his basement to in a room after school… Until he met you. Well, not necessarily met… more like saw you and stared at the back of your head the whole football game.

Ever since then, he’s been a fan of all school sports that involve the cheer team. Football? He’s at every game, sitting right in front of the cheerleader mats. Basketball? Goes to support Lucas, sure, but it seems that a certain cheerleader always draws his attention away from Lucas. Had Mike ever talked to you? HELL NO. Would he ever talk to you? DEFINITELY NOT. Or that's what he thought.

The best part of Mike's school day was not shocking his Chemistry class, not just because he loved learning, but because he got to stare at the back of your head every day for ninety minutes, sometimes even ninety-three if you came straight to class instead of walking with your friends. So here he is, sitting in chemistry class staring at the back of your head, your hair is pulled up into a perfect ponytail just like every cheerleader has it, but to Mike, yours looks the best. Unlike the other cheerleaders, you don’t have a bow in your hair; instead, you have some green and yellow tinsel in your hair. This must be a new thing you're trying, since Mike has never seen you do it before.

As the teacher starts the lesson for the day, everyone pulls out their notebooks to take notes; Mike does not. He doesn’t really need to; he knows this unit like the back of his hand. He just shifts ever so slightly in his seat. You, on the other hand, dig out your chemistry notebook and rummage through your bag to try to find a pen… specifically, your new multicolored pen with different clickers for each color you just got. But you can’t seem to find it, with a sigh, you set your bag back down on the floor and look around the class before rolling your eyes. You don’t know a soul in here, well, you do. But not like that. You twist around to look at the boy who sits behind you, you think his name is Mike… maybe Mark?

“Hey… do you have a pen I can borrow?” You smile softly as Mike looks like he has seen a ghost; his eyes are wide, and he quickly grabs his bookbag 

“Oh uh. Yeah. I- um, sure.” his hands shake slightly as he struggles to unzip his bag. “shit” a giggle escapes your lips, causing Mike's cheeks to flush. Finally, Mike finds a blue ink pen at the bottom of his bookbag. He hands it to you, his hands slightly shaking. You smile at him 

“Thanks,” he nods and looks down at his desk, waiting for you to turn back around so he can go back to staring into the back of your head,

 but you don’t. You take a good look at him, a very long look, your eyes drift from his eyes down to his dirty old shoes, before you let out a gasp 

“Are you Nancy Wheeler's brother?” you whisper-shout. Mike’s face scrunches up in confusion. How do you know Nancy, and how did he not know that? Still he nods 

“Uh, you know my sister?” his hands are still shaking, so he decides to sit on them, putting his hands under his thighs to press them between the chair and his legs

“Yeah, she actually interviewed me for the yearbook, but she was also my senior tour guide for the first day.” You smile softly, and Mike wants to melt into the floor because of how adorable your smile is. 

“Oh… yeah, cool,” he mumbles, and you hum, turning back to face the front. Mike lets out a breath when you turn back around. For some reason, he liked it better when you didn’t know who he was.

As the class drags on, Mike has found himself now staring at your arms instead of the back of your head. Why? Because the bracelets you wear jingle when you write, and he finds it adorable. Because of this, he doesn’t seem to hear the teacher talk about the new assignments for the week, and he doesn’t hear that they are partner assignments. Which means he definitely didn’t hear that his partner was you. You turn around once again, a smile on your face.

“So we could just split it fifty-fifty. If you want to write out the equations, I can do the formulas or vice versa.” Mike blinks a couple of times. You are speaking to him? Again? 

“What? I’m sorry,” Mike shakes his head as if it would help clear his head, and you laugh softly… oh god, Mike is so done for

“For the assignment,” you say as if it were common sense… but it’s Mike, so he still doesn’t get it

“What?” 

“The partner assignment… we’re you not listening?” you laugh once again 

“Oh… Um, not really,” he admits, a little embarrassed, but you just smile

“It’s alright, it’s a simple worksheet we can get done by the end of class… you’re like super smart.” You smile and stand up to turn your desk around so you are fully facing him now. Mike internally groans. Why did this world have it out for him? On the day you have to wear your cheerleading outfit, that just so happens to look too good on you

While doing the stupid, easy assignment, Mike learned a few things he didn’t know about you. Like how you actually hated most of the other cheerleaders that hung out with the basketball team because they acted stupid to get guys' attention. He also learned that the whole reason you did cheerleading was that your friend was trying out too, but she didn’t make it. As you talk, Mike slowly finds himself entranced by you. He found you interesting before, but now that you're talking to him? It’s ten times better than before

“-anyway, so that’s why I didn’t vote for Melissa as captain… sorry, am I talking too much? I know you would rather talk about something else,” you wince as you embarrass yourself, but Mike quickly shuts you down

“NO! I mean… no, it’s fine, you’re fine, I don’t mind.” You smile softly 

“Do you wanna talk? You can tell me about your club,” you gesture to his shirt with your (his) pen, and he looks down

“Oh uh… I mean, I can… It’s kind of hard to explain,” he rambles, hands running up and down his jeans

“I’ll ask questions then. It’s like fairy tale roleplay, right? Mixed with… uh, a dice?” Maybe you actually want to know, or maybe you just want him to talk for a while… either way, he lets you have it. He goes into great detail about everything from player levels to the different roles each person can have. He talks until the bell rings, and his mind snaps back to reality. As you pack up your things, you slowly turn around to look at him one last time.

"Are you busy tonight?" you ask as you sling your bag over your left shoulder. oh god! Are you asking him to hang out?

"uh... no... I'm completely free." Mike bounces on his heels as he speaks, you smile

"You should totally come to the game." You turn on your heels as Mike deflates a little. right... the game. He was gonna go anyway, but it's nice of you to say you want him there... is that what you were saying? probably not. Mike sighs as he watches you out the door.

The game is loud, they always are, and Mike hates that, but it always seems to drown out the longer he watches you smile and laugh with the rest of the team, even after he learned that you basically hate them.

"I think I'm going to do it," Mike says loudly and turns to Dustin, who is sitting beside him, working on some new thing for Eddie to look at

"Do what, Mike?" he sighs as he finally looks at Mike

"Ask her out," Mike says confidently, but is soon gone by Dustin's over-exaggerated laugh

"You're joking, right? Like, this is a prank? Is it april first or something?"

"No, Dustin, I'm serious, we bonded today, I think I might have a chance." Mike pouts ever so slightly at Dustin's dig

"You know sure... go for it, but don't say I didn't say so when she laughs in your face." Dustin shrugs before going back to his new little project

As the game goes on, Mike starts to get nervous. Maybe he shouldn't have talked himself up like that, because now he feels like he can't go through... that is, until your eyes catch his and you wave at him, and Mike thinks his heart actually ripped out of his chest and fell into your hands. When the buzzer rings and people start filing out of the bleachers, Mike stays and watches the cheer team clean up for a while before getting up and making his way down to the cheer mats.

"Hey, Mike," you say a little too loud as you walk over to him

"Hey," he mumbles, not exactly matching your energy

"Can... can we talk?" He doesn't look you in the eyes as he says it, but you can tell it's important

"Yeah, sure," you look over your shoulder at the girls. "I'll be right back." You give them a nod before grabbing mikes are and guiding him to the corridor

"Is everything okay?" you ask, crossing your arms as Mike lets out a shaky breath

"I'm just gonna come out and say it." he takes one deep breath in. "I really, really like you. Since the first football game I saw you, and like I don't know you are so different from every other cheerleader out there, and you are just so captivating, and I just want to get to know you. and then today you actually talked to me and then said you know my sister, which I think is so weird because she knows I like you and she never said anything, so she's totally fake for that, and then we got partnered together, and I learned more about you that I never thought I would and-"

"Mike," you cut him off, and he quickly shuts his mouth

"Sorry," he mumbles

"I like you too... I mean, for just really learning your name today," you tease slightly

"yeah?" he whispers

"Yeah," you nod before taking a small step closer to him

"What are yo-" he isn't able to finish because your lips are on his, and Mike thinks that he might have died. Your lips are soft and a little sticky because of whatever lipgloss your using, maybe cherry? He can't tell right now because all he can think about is that you are actually kissing him.

When you finally pull away mikes eyes are still closed, and he's grinning ear to ear

"So... um... can I maybe ask you something?" Mike's hand is resting on your arm as you laugh

"Yes, Mike, I will go on a date with you," you huff. Mike jumps up, throwing his fist into the air in triumph

"Just wait till Dustin hears this," he mumbles before kissing you again.

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[teacup-thoughts]

thought about this while taking my blood sugar this morning

thinking about Vampire!Mike, who is dating reader who has to prick their finger to check their blood sugar at least once a day and while they try to do it when Mike is out of the house, but sometimes you just can't avoid it, and Mike loses his shit

(should i make this s fic)

[teacup-thoughts]

FINALLY writing part 2 of guilty as sin!

i actually got inspo to write it so it will be out tonight

[teacup-thoughts]

RELEASE IT WITH THE CLIFFHANGER

I might. because I think I can write part 2 tomorrow, so they won't be too far apart. But I've got to do a few more things before I rot for the night.

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact

You meet up with Mike before his night shift. The two of you have had frequent “car dates” where you enjoy each other’s company. This time, he has you with him in the backseat as he eats you out. His tongue lapping up your pussy while his fingers circle your clit. His moans and hot breaths vibrate inside your pussy, making your legs close around his head. You moan his name as he drags another sweet orgasm from you; it’s so easy for him to make you cum for him. he licks every inch he can reach to taste your release. When he’s done, he raises his head, climbs up to you, and kisses you. His lips taste of your essence. His hips begin to grind into yours, even though his hard cock is still held from you by his jeans. You both moan desperately into each other’s mouths before an alarm sounds. The alarm that tells you both that Mike has to drop you off before his shift, ruining the moment. He curses as he says that if they don’t hurry, he’ll be late, and he promises to make it up to you after his shift.