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[bylerabyss]

you can pry closeted, comphet, internalized homophobia, deeply traumatized, emotionally isolated mike wheeler from my cold dead hands

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Byler~

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BTS Stranger things season 5.

[sainzzreputaticn]

R U MINE? ― steve harrington

pairings: steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

summary: steve and you have been dating for a while now but you can’t shake off the feeling that his heart doesn’t entirely belong to you

warnings: swearing, kissing, nods to emotional cheating

genre: angst

word count: 1.8k

Hawkins was a very basic and extremely boring town that you had the misfortune of being born in. You couldn’t wait to graduate and leave for college, become something big and move to New York or LA. But life had other plans when mysterious snow flakes or whatever started falling out the sky and the military appeared to put Hawkins under quarantine.

You were devastated, which was an understatement to be honest, being stuck in Hawkins was basically the worst to happen to you. You had nothing to stay back for since your family was basically falling apart and your love life was non-existent, well that was until Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington asked you out.

“Hey, would you like to go on a date with me?” said Steve, walking up to you in the grocery store. You knew him in high school, but you didn’t think he ever even noticed you since you weren’t exactly in his orbit and he was obsessed with Nancy Wheeler.

You gave him a soft smile, “Do you even know my name?”. Which was well, a valid question, since you weren’t sure if he even knew you existed.

“YN LN, that’s your name. You were with me in Mrs. Turner’s algebra class” He smirked, leaning against the shelves, his eyes gazing into yours as if waiting for a reply.

“Wow you remember me?” you asked surprised, since you didn’t gauge Steve as one to pay attention to anyone but himself, but you guess he had changed.

“Why do you sound so surprised? Of course I remember you!You were the smartest girl in the class”

“No, I just thought you spent all your time day-dreaming about Nancy Wheeler”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “Well she was my girlfriend back then, but we’ve both gone our separate ways now”.

“I see.. So, where and when are you planning to take me on this date” You finally give in and ask him, because at the end of the day he was Steve fucking Harrington and you were only human.

His smirk widened, “The first part is a surprise, and tomorrow at seven, if you’re free”. He looked at you eagerly, waiting for a reply.

“It’s a date!” You said, smiling at him, “Now, if you excuse me, I have to complete my grocery shopping or else my parents will be mad at me”. You went past him, towards the frozen foods aisle, looking for TV dinners.

“I’ll help you” Steve said, following you around like a golden retriever. Your smile widened at the thought of him liking you that much.

Once you were done shopping he helped you out with your bags, loaded them into your car, and waved bye to you as you headed home. You just couldn’t believe that Steve was taking you out on a date. It was just too good to be true, but sometimes you just have to believe in your fate

_____

Eighteen months had passed now and Steve was the perfect boyfriend. He brought you flowers everyday while you were at work, he took you on dates every week and if any of the dates were symbolizing something such as your anniversary, your birthday or the day you had your first kiss, he would go all out. He made you feel like a queen and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Although he did all of this, there was a small part of that just had a lingering bit of suspicion that he was still in love with Nancy Wheeler.

Every time you thought about this you sounded so damn paranoid! You had a boyfriend who waited on you hand and foot, gave you his time and attention and you somehow were accusing him of emotionally cheating on you? You felt like the bad guy here, but you’d also seen the way he looked at Nancy, the longing look in his eye, he had never looked at you like that.

You knew that if these were the kind of thoughts you were having then maybe you should talk to your boyfriend instead of accusing him, but you just didn’t have the courage to.

“Coffee, for the loving and gorgeous lady,” Steve said, coming up from behind you and placing a coffee mug in front of you on the table, but not before pecking your cheek. His parents were out of town as usual so you two had spent the night at his house.

“Thank you Steve” you smiled at him before taking a sip of your coffee.

“You sure you don’t want breakfast, darling?” He asked, with genuine care and concern on his face.

You signed telling him no for the millionth time that morning, it was cute how much he cared about you, “No, I’ll eat at lunch, which we’re grabbing together, right?”.

“I’ll pick you up from work at around twelve thirty, and then we can have whatever you want” He told you, taking you hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. He was quite literally the best.

“Yeah that works for me babe” You said, moving to sit on his lap, his hand immediately coming to support you back. “I don’t want you to leave” You told him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve didn’t waste a moment to put his lips on yours, savouring your taste in his mouth, his hands moving up your curves, pulling you into himself. You kissed him back just as fiercely, you hands in his hair, your tongue exploring his mouth. The two of you stayed like that until you were completely breathless.

“I love you, but we’re both running late for work” He told her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, his eyes, looking into hers with nothing but adoration.

You made a face, knowing that you both really had to go to work, despite not wanting to. “Yeah you’re right, Robin will definitely kill you if you’re late” She chuckled, sliding off his lap and grabbing her keys.

Steve followed right behind you, grabbing his car keys as well. Just as they were leaving, he snaked his hand around your waist, pulling you in for one last goodbye kiss before they left.

“You know Steve if we keep doing this, we’ll never leave the house” You said, pulling away from the kiss, and heading out to your car. “Bye babe” you blew him a kiss before driving away.

_____

Lunch came, and you waited for Steve’s car to come, but it didn’t. He had told you twelve thirty, it was one thirty now, and there was no sign of him. You were kind of worried about him, considering the weird shit that kept happening in Hawkins but you knew he could take care of himself.

You figured that your boyfriend had probably just got caught up in some work and forgot to inform you, it was no big deal, you told yourself but deep down you were wondering if he was with Nancy. You cursed yourself for thinking that, and then returned to your work, because that’s what you needed to focus on.

After your shift was over, you drove back to Steve’s house, which was where the two of you spent most of your time. When you went in, Steve wasn’t there, so you decided to call the telephone at WSQK.

“Hello?” You said, when your call was picked up.

“Hello, this is Rocking Robin, what may I do for you today?” Robin, your boyfriend’s best friend’s voice came from the other end.

“Robin, Hi! Can you please give the phone to Steve?” You requested politely.

“Yes Ma’am” she answered and then yelled into the background, “Hey dingus, you’re girlfriend’s calling”. You chuckled when she said that.

A moment later Steve’s voice came through the telephone, “Hey, darling, I’m so so so so so sorry I couldn’t make it to lunch today, I completely forgot and got caught up in some work here at the Sqawk”.

“Steve, it’s okay… just be home for dinner” you told him, forgiving him completely.

He hesitated before answering, “About that, I can’t make it home tonight, it’s just that something came up”

You cut him off mid sentence, “Who all are there with you?”. You ask this because well you are suspicious and to hell with it if that make you a bad girlfriend.

“What?”

“You heard me, who all are there with you right now?” You repeat yourself, because you just need the confirmation that he’s not with Nancy.

“Robin, Jonathan and” He cuts himself off before saying the name you feared so much.

“And who?”

“And Nancy” Steve finally admits, knowing that he still has feelings for her but that you are his girlfriend.

“Of course! Of course Nancy’s there, isn’t she Steve” you scoff, because you knew as well as him that he still like Nancy Wheeler. What did she have that you didn’t huh?

He tried explaining to you to calm you down, “Darling, come on, it’s not like that”.

“Then what exactly is it like Steve, please enlighten me”

He sighed over the phone, pursing his lips before answering, “I don’t wanna fight over the phone, let me get home, we’ll talk about this in private”.

You cut the call and flopped onto to couch, waiting for him to come home and spew more bullshit in you face

______

Twenty minutes later, you heard Steve’s car pull into the driveway. You were still sitting on the couch, contemplating whether the last eighteen months of your life were a lie.

“Just hear me out okay, Nancy and I are just friends, I swear it’s nothing more” He said as he burst in the door.

You look at him dumbfounded, “That’s bullshit, that’s utter fucking bullshit Steve! I see the way you look at her! You’ve never looked at me like that”

He looked at you with a hurt expression, “Come on darling, that’s not true, I love you!”. But it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than expressing his love for you.

“Both can be true Steve… Fuck I know you love me, and i think I love you even more but I also know that you never really got over Nancy, did you?” You ask, flat out, wanting the answer, so you could walk away.

Steve stayed silent, because well, he didn’t really have a good answer. You were right. “I love you YN” he whispered one last time.

“Steve, I can’t do this, I’m sorry” you tell him, tears streaming down your face as you shove past him and go out the door.

“YN please come back, I’m sorry, I love you, I love you” He kept repeating as you drove away.

It hurt, it hurt so much, but you knew it was for the better.

a/n: first st fic because i love writing angst 💗 hope you guys enjoyed it!

[redscare1917]

So many plotholes girl I´m getting trypophobia

[clara-a7]

𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙕𝙤𝙣𝙚 || Mike Wheeler

彡PAIRING ; mike wheeler x fem!reader

彡WARNINGS ; s5, angst, yelling, swearing, hurt feelings, a bit fluff, established relationship, use of y/n

彡SUMMARY ; you argue with Mike when he refuses to let you come with them into the military base

彡WORDS ; 1,130

彡DISCLAIMER ; everything written here is FICTITIOUS.

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; this was originally just a draft, but I decided to post it anyway, hope you enjoy!

!sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language!

The basement air is too hot, too dry, too electric to actually breathe. Dust hangs thick in the light of the slide projector, each floating speck buzzing with the same static everyone is pretending not to feel.

You, Mike, Lucas, Will, and Joyce hover around the old projector while Robin circles the same patch of the map like she’s trying to wear a hole straight through the paper.

Tap. Tap.

“Alright,” she says, stabbing her pen at the spot again. “Plan B. You dig here. It drops into an abandoned maintenance tunnel. Straight ten kilometers until...” she jabs a little square, “we pop up under a very glamorous government toilet. Perfect for covert operations and bad plumbing.”

Joyce leans in squinting. “Okay. That’s the safest route we’ve got. We take it.”

From the couch, Derek perks up. “I can be your spy,” he says. “But I want something in return.”

Everyone stares at him.

Lucas groans. “Dude, what? You think now is the time? We’re planning a rescue mission, not making trades at recess.”

The kid shakes his head stubbornly, unimpressed.

You sigh, unzip your backpack, and pull out one chocolate bar. Then another. And another. “Daylight robbery,” you mutter, dropping all three in his hand.

Will blinks. “Why do you even have that many?”

You shrug. “Emergency rations”

He nods. Fair.

Joyce claps her hands. “Good. Then we prep.”

Everyone nods, except Mike.

Joyce notices. “Mike? Any objections?”

He snaps out of it slightly as the whole group looks at him. Everyone except you, you already know exactly what’s coming out of that boy’s mouth. You take the shovel leaning against the wall.

Mike turns toward you way too slowly, like he’s bracing for a fight.

Robin squints. “Uh-oh. Incoming.”

He clears his throat. “Plan’s fine. Great job, Robin. Love the toilet entrance.” Then, sharper “But Y/N not coming with us.”

“What?!” you and Lucas snap together.

Mike folds his arms like he’s grounding you.

“Yeah you clearly heard you stays there”

You yank the shovel to your chest. “Oh Fuck you, Mike. I’m going.”

“Of course you’re not,” he fires back. “You’re staying here.”

Robin smirks. “Amazing. Couple conflict. That’s the spark we needed.”

Will retreats into the shadows, choosing to be far from this couple's conflict.

Joyce steps in. “Kids, no yelling. We can figure something out-”

Mike cuts her off. “No, Mrs. Byers. We stick to the plan. But she stays here. Safe..”

Lucas’ eyes widen. “Mike-”

“No!” Mike explodes. “Look at Max! Look at everything that’s happened! There have been enough injuries!”

Lucas goes still, jaw tight.

You inhale through your teeth. “Great job, Mike.”

He fires back instantly. “It’s true! We don’t know what’s waiting in that base.”

“So your plan is what?” you snap. “I sit here alone like an obedient puppy?”

Mike smirks humorlessly. “Bingo.” He snatches the shovel out of your hands.

Your chest burns anger, fear, the familiar hurt of Mike Wheeler being stubborn because he thinks he’s right.

“Mike,” you say, voice trembling despite your attempt to sound hard, “I’m more in danger here. One demogorgon popping out of the fucking wall and I’m dead before I can scream.”

Robin lifts her pen. “Score: Y/N, one. Mike, zero.”

Mike frowns at her. “What?!”

Joyce steps between you, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Mike, She need come with us,” she says. “When we reach the tunnel, shes stay in the back with Will. right not completely safe but! not alone.”

Will nods.

Mike opens his mouth -of course he does- but before he can unleash another stubborn monologue, Robin slaps the map flat like a judge declaring court adjourned.

“Fantastic. If the star-crossed lovers are done yelling, can we start digging toward hell now?”

Robin is clearly praying for the couple's argument to end. Mike isn’t.

Mike’s voice crackles. “Can you all stop interrupting our conversation?!”

Robin collapses onto the couch beside Derek and mutters, “Whatever-”

You laugh, cold and sharp. “Don’t call this a conversation when you’re not listening to me and deciding for me.”

His face twists. “No- I am listening,” he insists, then falters. “I’m not-deciding…”

His voice drops, cracks. “I’m trying to keep you alive. Even if you hate me for it.”

“You always say that,” you whisper. “But sometimes you hurt me more than you protect me.”

He glances at you, lips parting like he wants to say something anything. Then he hesitates. After a long moment, he exhales and finally lets his ego fall away.

Fear, love, conflict all written plainly across his face.

Will finally speaks. “Guys… we have to move now, Vecna won’t wait for us.”

“Fine,” Mike mutters, looking away.

Lucas snorts. “Finally.”

Robin sighs dramatically. “Shame. My favorite part was about to start.”

You and Mike, in perfect miserable unison: “Shut up!”

“Perfect…” Joyce massages her temples. “We have to move now, let’s go!”

Everyone sigh finally happy to move one, start climbing the stairs. You sling your backpack on. But you can feel Mike’s eyes on you heavy, conflicted, terrified in that Wheeler ego way he refuses to admit.

You move to follow the others, not looking back, until he catches your sleeve fingers careful, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he holds on too tight.

“Y/N…” His voice cracks. “wait....”

You turn back slowly.

He swallows hard. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispers. “I’ve already lost enough.”

Your breath stutters. Despite everything, despite the yelling and the fear he’s still Mike. The boy you love. The boy who loves too fiercely and badly expresses every bit of it.

"Lsten. I hate when we fight. I hate it.”

“Mike…” you sigh, stepping closer. “I didn’t want to get angry at you. But sometimes you should give me more confidence.”

His head snaps up like you just accused him of murder.

“No- I-!” he blurts, too loud, too raw. “I trust you with my eyes closed. Okay? Completely.”

His hand rises to your head tentative at first, then steady. His fingers brush through your hair in that way he only does when he’s scared you’re slipping out of reach.

He swallows, voice lowering to something almost fragile.

“I just…” His breath stutters. “I don’t trust myself to protect you if something happens.”

You rest your forehead against his chest, his arms wrapping around you instantly, big hands trembling so hard you can feel it through his shirt.

“You shouldn’t worry about it,” you whisper, your breath warm against him. “I know you’ll be there. We’ve always been a duo. We’ve overcome a lot together.”

Mike inhales like the words physically hit him sharp, shaky, almost painful.

“Yeah… I know.” His voice cracks on the last word. “But it doesn’t stop me from being scared. I just… I can’t handle losing you.”

Then he lifts your face with both hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones in slow, trembling strokes. His eyes search yours for something permission, forgiveness, comfort before he leans in and presses a long, lingering kiss to your forehead.

It’s messy. Desperate. Soft in that unsteady Mike Wheeler way that says he’d tear the world open if it meant keeping you alive.

Footsteps thunder back down the stairs.

“Seriously?” Lucas yells. “We’re waiting!”

“COMING!” Mike yells back but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even drop his hands from your face.

Instead, he strokes your cheeks, gentler than ever.

“Promise me you’ll stay safe,” he murmurs, voice barely holding together.

You nod, uncertain but honest.

His shoulders finally ease just a little.

Together, you climb the stairs side by side, terrified and brave in the same breath heading straight toward the darkness, toward whatever hell waits below.

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