Jan 2
The one who never gives up.
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The one who never gives up.
Lost for words, they're braindead & misogynistic no other way to put it
braids like a pattern | mike wheeler
— mike wheeler x fem!reader
summary: with your broken arm after a fight with a demo, you can’t do your own hair so someone is there to help you :) takes place during s5
warnings: literally pure fluff | not proofread
you stood in your shower letting the water wash away any filth that was lingering on your skin. you had been running through the tunnels with lucas and the kids the night prior before a demogorgan fell from straight above and threw you into the dirt wall. you immediately shrieked in pain as lucas tried to help you but you yelled at him to run. he ran and ran but the demo slashed him across his chest, leaving him almost unconscious at the other end of the tunnel.
your arm was broken. you knew it the second you had hit the wall. you laid there for what felt like forever before mike, will and joyce came running through. mike helped you up and slung your arm lazily around his shoulders while his arm snaked around your waist to support you. you were rushed to the hospital with everyone at your side as the doctors wrapped up your arm quickly and sent you on your way. the doctors asked how you had broken it but of course you couldn’t say it was because a child eating, flower faced monster threw you up against a wall.
it was now the next night and you stood in mike’s shower with a stupid plastic bag wrapped around your arm to cover your cast. you decided to stay at mike’s house because your parents were always out of town and this just so happened to be one of those times. plus, you were practically here all the time anyway.
the hot water trickled down your skin leaving red marks but you didn’t care. you wanted every last bit of that demogorgan off of you. you ran your hands over your face and took a deep breath before you turned the water off. you stepped out and wrapped a pink fluffy towel around you before mike knocked on the door.
“come in.” you said, securing the towel around you tightly.
mike opened the door and stood there with a pile of clothes. “i was just bringing you some clothes.” he mumbled, cheeks flushed. you took them from him and thanked him.
he stood there for a moment longer, eyes searing through your skin. “i’ll be out in a second.” you smiled at him shyly. he shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. “right, uh-yeah, sorry,” his cheeks were even redder than before as he walked off.
you shut the door the second he was out of eye sight. you looked through the cabinets for lotion and when you finally found some you applied it to all the places you could possibly reach with one hand.
finally you got dressed in the clothes mike had brought you which you knew were nancy’s just by the colors. it was just a simple pink pair of sweatpants with a baggy oversized grey tee that fell off your shoulder.
once you got situated in the clothes, you looked around for a hairbrush and your eyes finally landed on one. it was small and purple, probably holly’s.
without thinking, you tried to reach up with your broken arm. you winced loudly and the hairbrush fell to the ground. “shit,” you cursed under your breath.
soon enough you heard mike running from his bedroom. he barged into the bathroom, a worried expression on his face as he saw the tears in your eyes. “are you okay?”
“n-no, i was just trying to brush my hair.” you sniffed, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.
mike sighed. he felt bad. the whole way to the hospital he apologized about how he wasn’t there there for you and how it should’ve been him instead of you.
he picked up the hairbrush, his eyes not leaving your face. he wasn’t sure what to do so he said, “ i can do your hair,” he paused as he stood back up. “only if you want me to.”
mike mentally facepalmed. he had never done a girls hair before. the most he had maybe done is brush holly’s hair when she was younger.
he fidgeted with the handle of the hairbrush. “you’d do that?” you asked softly as your heart fluttered in your chest, something that only happened around mike. he nodded, a soft smile splaying on his face.
you followed mike into his room and got comfortable on his bed. you sat in the middle of it, hugging your legs to your chest, his legs laying lazily at your sides.
he stole some of nancy’s fancy hair cream and pumped it into his hands before massaging it into your roots and to the ends. “is this okay?” he had asked and you hummed softly. he then took the brush and brushed your hair from the ends up. you sighed contently and closed your eyes.
when he was done he set the brush down beside him and ran his fingers through it checking for tangles. there was one tiny knot at the end that his finger caught on causing your head to jerk back. “shit! i’m so sorry, i-”
“mike. hey, it’s okay.” you chuckled as you grabbed the brush and ran it through the knot really quick. he sighed a breath of relief.
you sat there in silence looking around mike’s room as he twisted the wet ends of your hair around his fingers. you felt so at peace in his presence and you couldn’t help but think about how this moment with him felt so domestic, intimate. was your boy best friend really supposed to be playing with your hair?
“mike?” your voice broke through the silence.
“yeah?”
“do you think you could…braid my hair?” you asked gently. the question lingered for a few moments before mike spoke.
“uh-i’ve never braided hair,” his voice was shy, almost childlike.
you turned a little to look at him. “i’ll talk ya through it,” you smiled. he chuckled and look down. “now go get a hair tie, wheeler!” you nudged his shoulder playfully.
mike hopped off his bed and ran to the bathroom across the hall. you heard him digging through a drawer while he mumbled profanities to himself because he couldn’t find one. you heard the drawer slam and then he ran to nancy’s room and dug through her stuff. “got it!” he shouted through the empty house. you breathed out a laugh.
he came back, hair tousled from the running. he looked down at the black elastic and twisted it around his fingers. “ya know? for there being 3 girls in this house, you’d think we’d have more of these.” he huffed as he took his seat behind you again. you giggled and scooted back a bit more into his lap.
mike brushed through you hair one more time before he tried to braid it. “okay, now what?” he asked. you could see the confused expression on his face without even having to look at him.
“so you’re gonna section it into thirds,” you started and mike separated the hair and laid the outer two pieces on your shoulders. “okay, now take the right and middle piece and cross them,” he took the strands in his fingers, his fingertips brushing your neck.
“so it’ll look like an x?” mike mumbled from behind you.
your cheeks flushed a new shade of pink. “i mean if that’s what you wanna call it, yeah.” you said gently. mike nodded.
“now take the left strand and cross it over the right,” he did that and cheered when it started to look how it was supposed to. you laughed. “just keep repeating that.”
he kept crossing the strands into the pattern until he reached the end. your eyelids fluttered as you grew sleepy. you typically got tired when someone played with your hair.
“okay, i’m at the end,” mike said as he held the ends in his hands.
“now you can just wrap the hair tie around it” you said as he slid the black elastic off his wrist. “three times.” you held up three fingers.
the hair tie snapped into place and mike draped the braid over your shoulder. you ran your fingers over it. it wasn’t perfect. the strands were uneven and pieces stuck out in places but it would do. you knew it was sweet that he even tried.
you sat up on your knees to turn and face mike. “thank you.” you smiled sweetly at him and he returned it with a hum.
the two of you sat there in silence, the faint hum of the heating system in the background. you both looked around aimlessly, not even sure of what to say as you fidgeted with the rings on your fingers.
“uh, i should uh, probably go to bed,” you mumbled as you stood up and made your way to the door. just as you reached for the handle, mike’s hand gripped your shoulder causing you to turn around.
panic flashed over his face, lips parted. “you can uh-stay in here…ya know, in case you need anything with that arm and all,” he smirked slightly.
you blushed, a giggle spilling from your lips. “are you sure, mike?” he nodded eagerly.
you thought about it for a moment, looking down at your feet. “okay,” your breath hitched in your throat as followed him to his bed. he situated the pillows for you as you laid down and got comfortable under the navy blue cover. he propped your broken arm up on a small throw pillow and flicked the light off before he climbed in next to you, staying a respectable distance.
you laid there looking at the popcorn ceiling, eyes tracing ever single groove. “is this…weird?” you spoke softly as you looked over at mike. the moonlight was peeking through the blinds, illuminating his facial structure.
he looked over at you, brows raised. “not really…just two friends sharing a bed.” he huffed out a laugh.
your lips curled into a smile, face scrunched a bit. “friends?”
mike fully turned on his side to look at you and you did the same “okay, maybe a bit more than that.” he smiled and shrugged.
you giggled, your hand resting on the sheet beneath you, your broken arm rested upon your hip. “yeah, maybe.”
soon enough you drifted off, eyes fluttering shut but you felt mike twist and turn before he reached over to brush a strand of hair that fell loose from the braid behind your ear.
“goodnight, y/n.”
"el needs to be independent and make her own choices, that's why mileven should break up!!1!" EL HAS ALREADY HAD MULTIPLE INDEPENDENCE ARCS AND EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE STILL CHOOSES TO BE IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH MIKE!!! STOP DIMINISHING HER AGENCY STOP IT!!!
Mileven prom of ‘89!!!
Rewatching stranger things and my spicy ass take is that Mike and Eleven are actually in a very healthy, loving relationship while they grapple with and develop their respective identities as TEENAGERS. I have not wavered from my previous opinion of them and continue to be a Mileven shipper. Yes, they absolutely are a little codependent because they are YOUNG and their emotions are strong but what is labelled as "toxicity" is incredibly tame for what we normally digest from romantic relationships in popular media. Also, their romance is so incredibly central to the narrative that there is absolutely no way it could be destroyed in the last season.
Stranger Things the only fandom where you get gaslit and called delusional for enjoying a ship that has been canon since the first season of the show 💀
Literally.
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