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WISHING ON YOU

written by ℳ, 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝔁 f! reader | word count 1000

🪻 synopsis giving mike extremely obvious hints of your crush on him but he’s stupidly oblivious.

labels & warnings 💘 𝐘/𝐍 & 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 dainty feminine reader cheerleader + loser boy troupe mutual pinning slight angst 𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻

❝wishing on you❞

if there was one thing mike wheeler was sure of, it was that he absolutely sucked at understanding girls. especially you.

you were … different. not in the cliché way he heard in those cheesy teenage rom-coms you forced him to watch with the rest of your mutual friends, but in a way that made his chest feel tight, like riding a bike down a hill too fast. thrilling. terrifying. impossible to control.

he’d liked you quietly for months, storing away every small moment you offered him like precious collectibles he was scared of ruining. he thought he was subtle about it, he thought no one knew. the problem was, apparently, you weren’t subtle at all at least that’s what everyone kept telling him.

and yet, mike still didn’t get it.

you were waiting for him by his locker, pom-poms peeking out of your cheer bag as you leaned against the metal door like something out of those dreamy coming of age movies. you wore that new black cardigan that hugged your frame perfectly. that also somehow made his brain stop working, and your hair was styled in a blowout, pinned with that tiny oval shaped floral patterned barrette he gave you once as a joke. you kept it.

❝mikey,❞ you greeted, voice like something he wished he could keep bottled up just for himself.

mikey.

he swore his knees almost buckled every time you called him that.

❝hey,❞ he replied, trying to sound casual, hoping his smile didn’t give away how much he replayed that nickname at night when he couldn’t sleep and every morning as he brushed his teeth.

you nudged a small, neatly wrapped cookie into his hand. heart shaped. piggy pink icing. edible glitter. of course it was adorable, super thoughtful, of course you made it.

❝i made you this.❞ he loved the way the tips of your lips turned upward and how voluminous your curled eyelashes looked when you blinked.

mike blinked. ❝um… thanks?❞

you giggled, a little breath leaving you like you expected something more than just a ❝thanks❞ from him.

later, dustin smacked mike on the back of the head for this.

but in the moment, mike just stared after you as you walked away, your hair that caught the shine of the fluorescent school light bouncing, waving like you didn’t just hand deliver him something that made his heart practically sprint.

he found the rest of the guys at their usual lunch table. they were watching him with knowing looks, annoyingly knowing looks.

❝dude,❞ lucas started, ❝she literally made you a cookie.❞

❝a heart shaped one at that.❞

❝so? she makes stuff for us too.❞

dustin scoffed. ❝she gave me a granola bar once because i was dizzy. that does not compare. that cookie had his name on it. in icing.❞

will, a smirk lightly forming on his lips, trying to be gentle, added, ❝mike… she likes you. like likes you.❞

mike shoved a fry into his mouth to avoid answering. ❝you guys are reading into it.❞

but the heat in his chest said otherwise.

the next hint (apparently) was even more obvious.

the school was hosting a small fair to raise funds for the cheer and AV clubs, which was a weird combo, but you insisted both groups worked so hard and deserved it. mike didn’t even try saying no because… well, saying no to you wasn’t something he was capable of.

you ended up at the wishing well, handmade and covered in pink glitter, which dustin complained about because it got in his hair.

you held out a coin to mike, eyes soft. ❝make a wish?❞

❝on what?❞ he asked.

you hesitated as if thinking about what to say next, but really it was more like if you should even say what you did.

❝on… something you really want.❞

he stared at the coin on your palm, then at you.

something he really wanted was standing right in front of him, smiling like he hung the stars in the gym ceiling above you both.

he tossed the coin, closing his eyes, wishing for courage. courage to tell you.

you bit your lip, cheeks flushed brighter than the icing on your homemade cookies. ❝can i tell you mine?❞

❝sure.❞

you leaned closer, voice just above a whisper. ❝i wished… for someone to finally see how i feel.❞

mike nodded. ❝oh. yeah. that’s a good wish.❞

dustin physically dragged him away before he ruined it further.

his wake up call came two days later in the gym.

your cheer practice had ended, and the boys had wandered inside, bored. you sat next to mike on the bleachers, still in your uniform, hair a little messy, face glowing from the all the tumbling and stunts. you looked unreal.

you had a small alien sticker in your palm.

❝mikey,❞ you said, placing it gently on his cheek, ❝i think this suits you.❞

mike froze.

you were inches away, your hand still on his face. his skin burned where you touched him. your eyes flicked to his lips for a second, just a second. mike’s brain short-circuited.

he swallowed. ❝th-thanks.❞

you looked at him like he hung the moon for real this time.

❝i wish you knew,❞ you whispered, almost too soft to hear.

and mike, still mike, still hopelessly oblivious, tried to respond, but you were called away by your coach.

he sat on his bike that night, staring up at the sky, replaying every moment with you. every smile, every gift, every touch.

she wished for someone to finally see how i feel.

i wish you knew.

you weren’t being subtle at all.

and suddenly, it crashed into him. the realization hit so hard he nearly fell off the bike.

you liked him. you liked him!

and he’d been stupid. he let a audible gasp.

he biked to your house without thinking. threw rocks at your window because his brain went into rom com autopilot. when your laced curtains shifted and you appeared, his heart leapt.

you rushed downstairs ignoring your parents as they questioned where you were going, the boy you yearned for was outside.

you came outside, wearing a cute sleep set, sweater thrown over, hair messy and adorable and perfect.

❝mike? hi what are you—❞

he didn’t let himself think this time.

❝y/n! i’m an idiot.❞

you blinked. ❝i mean… yeah, a little.❞

he huffed out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. ❝i didn’t get it. all the hints. everyone kept telling me, and i still didn’t get it. but i do now. and i… i wish i noticed sooner.❞

you stepped closer. ❝noticed what?❞ knowing damn well what he meant.

mike’s voice shook. ❝that you like me.❞

your breath hitched. ❝and…?❞ as you tested him

he gently took your hand, holding it with both of his like it might vanish. ❝and i like you too. so much it makes me feel crazy.❞

your shoulders relaxed, a smile blooming that could power every star in the sky.

mike placed a soft kiss on your forehead, nervous, tender, like a question wrapped in hope.

❝so… can i be your wish too?❞ wow that sounded a lot better in his head.

you whispered against his knitted sweater, ❝you already were.❞ tears of joy welling in your eyes.

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