Can you write some Mike Wheeler fluff, where he gets a bit jealous and annoyed and he doesn't know how to express his emotions so he just shows her a lot of affection when they're alone, like kisses and cuddling.
Thank you <33
JEALOUS by eyedress.
pairing : fem!reader x mike wheeler
warning(s) : none.
wrds frm seb! : first off, TYSMM 🫶 second of all, LOOK WHO'S BACK BABIESSSSS!! yup, me!! third of all, this is so mike LMAOO😭 luv this sm. p.s. this is hella short so sorry sorry
whenever mike got jealous, he would always try to not show it. but even though he tries to hide it, the aggitated expression is clearly visible on his face.
everytime he sees you talking with another guy, he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. he knows you wouldn't be disloyal with him, and that he's the only guy you love but he still gets jealous anyway. he can't help it!
mike hates it when other guys flirt with you. why is that guy flirting with my girlfriend? he scoffs. he doesn't wanna seem like an ass, so he doesn't say anything to you about it 'cause maybe the guy is just trying to be friendly and he's overthinking it. but no way! my girlfriend's way too pretty and funny for him to be talking to her in a friendly way. he totally likes her. he thinks again.
the frown on his face could reach the ground, and his shoulders drop– his posture is horrendous as he watches and (barely) listens to the conversation you two have.
when you notice his expression change, you ask him what's wrong, but he brushes it off which leaves you confused most of the time.
then the second you arrive at home, mike is smothering you with affection. when you're laying down, watching tv, he's laying on you with his arms wrapped around your waist. he'll occasionally mutter a few words, and press a few kisses on your skin. "are you alright mike?" you asked him, running your hands through his hair.
"peachy." he replied. he dug his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
"you sure? you looked upset earlier when i was talking to that guy?"
he sighed, "that was earlier. i'm in right now."
"what does that even mean?"
"it means that that was earlier, right now i'm content since i'm in your arms." he mumbled. "that guy – he totally had a fat crush on you. i bet he did." he said lazily. you could tell that he was probably falling asleep by the way he was speaking.
"and why do you think that?"
"he laughed at every little thing you said or did. not in a way where he was making fun of you but in a way where he has a crush on you."
"sure mike," you laughed. "all he did was ask for directions. he was only laughing because he went the total opposite way." you sighed. "and even so, you're the only one i have eyes for mike. i have the fattest crush on you."
despite the boy being half asleep, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "no i totally knew that." he murmured. "i also have the fattest biggest crush on you too. we should date."
"we should date. we'd make a pretty cute couple." you chuckled at the boy. next thing you know, you felt his scattered breathing against your neck which meant he fell asleep. you sighed contentedly.
IN WHICH a deep conversation with boris turns into a confession .
you and boris were sitting on your roof, a pack of beer and a bottle of vodka on your side, while boris has a cigarette in his hand. you both had shot glasses next to you, empty.
it was late at night, but who gives a shit?
your parents were out of town, leaving your whole house to yourself. your house wasn't all that to fuss about. it was a one story, with a flat roof. which is why you, boris, and theo often hung out there.
"boris, i really enjoy talking to you. like a shit ton." you mumbled, taking a sip of the beer bottle. it went down your throat, the stinging feeling went away a while ago.
"i like talking to you too." he chuckled. he grabbed your shot glass and poored some vodka into it, doing the same to his.
you rolled your eyes, and clinked your glasses together, taking a sip at the same time. you instantly downed your glass, taking a sip of your beer to wash down the strong taste of vodka.
getting drunk on the rooftop probably isn't the best idea, especially since it's 11:37 pm.
the moon shined perfectly on boris, making his cheekbones look fucking majestic. the wind making his hair curly hair move so perfectly. he looked so pretty under the moonlight.
you didn't even notice you were staring at him until he snapped his fingers in front of your face, "you okay?you spaced out." he stated, his accent was thick.
"perfectly fine." you smiled at him. you both sat on the roof, gazing at the sand in the desert. there was nothing to look at in the desert. everywhere is just cacti.
you brought the bottle of beer to your lips, taking another sip of the drink as you continued staring into the desert.
it was quite windy, and of course, you forgot your fucking sweater. how great.
your curled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs.
boris noticed your action, "do you want my sweater?" he offered.
as much as you needed a sweater, you didn't want him freezing, so you shook your head, "i'm fine. thanks boris." you gave him a slight smile.
he just nodded, and took a hit of the cigarette. he slightly leaned his head back and blew out the smoke. you couldn't lie, that was really attractive. i mean, you've had a crush on this boy ever since you met him. and little did you know, he liked you too.
"y/n." boris said. you turned your head to look at him. he looked at you with half lidded eyes.
"yeah? what's up?" you asked him, tilting your head a bit.
"i admire you." he blurted out, turning his to face the night sky, which was gorgeous.
"you admire me?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"yeah. you make me feel a different way." he shrugged, letting out a sigh.
you chuckled, "what? are you in love with me or something?" you joked, yet didn't laugh.
he shrugged again, "probably."
you were in absolute shock. boris pavlikovsky, your best friend ever since you moved here, is in love with you?
you stayed quiet, not replying to what he said. you didn't know how to reply. of course, you liked him too. how could you not? talking on a daily basis, and having late night talks like these nearly 3 times a week since you've met? basically impossible to not fall in love with him!
you were tired of the silence, so you spoke. "you love me?" you questioned, still in complete shock. he was drunk and high. how did you know it wasn't just the substances speaking?
"i do love you. i have since we first hung out on your roof." he informed, and your eyes stayed wide, your eyebrows still raised. "now my turn to ask,"
you hummed in response, "ask what?"
"if you love me."
"hell yeah, man. i have since i saw you in class that one time." you admitted. "i'm sure i've gone mad, falling in love with you." you sarcastically stated, rolling your eyes.
he smirked at you, and started laughing. you shook your head and chuckled, and soon you started laughing too.
so here it was, two drunk teenagers in love, sitting on the roof, laughing their asses off so much for no damn reason, that they feel their stomachs hurting.
"why are we even laughing?" you asked him, through your fits of laughter. which was not calming down at all.
"i don't know. we said we love each other and now we're laughing maniacs!" he replied, still laughing his ass off.
you both continued laughing harder, tears brimming at your guys' eyes at how hard you were laughing. soon enough, the laughter died down into weak chuckles. you wiped your eyes, and exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
"you're gonna be the damn death of me." you muttered.
"that's love does, eh?" he replied.
you rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. you both sat on the roof, continuing to drink and smoke. enjoying your time as two teenagers in love.
a/n ; this is rlly shitty im super sorry. it's 4am and i've gotten like zero sleep so pls let this slide. i've been having huge brainrot for the past hour sooooo ya lol
pt. 2 here
y/n l/n, aka mike wheeler's best friend, ever since kindergarten.
you'd both had feelings for each other, but never told each other. you were both oblivious to the other's feelings, so no relationship ever sparked. neither of you told each other, because you were both scared of the friendship messing up, or the other would hate the other.
you two were technically attatched at the hip, being nearly impossible to separate. wherever you went, he tagged along. wherever he went, you came too. you were the definition of inseparable.
that was until eleven came.
that one rainy night, you, mike, lucas, and dustin, were out looking for will in the woods, only to run into a girl with a buzz cut.
ever since that night, your bond technically broke. he's been spending a shit ton of time with her, barely spending any time with you. whenever you did spend time together, eleven tagged along. and so while they were doing their cute shit, you were on mike's opposite side, awkwardly standing there.
you didn't hate el at all. you were just a bit upset that your bestfriend was choosing some girl he just met in the woods, over his bestfriend that he's known for– heaven knows how many years? but you didn't tell him, lucas or dustin about being upset. you continued hanging with them throughout the years.
when eleven went missing, you were there to comfort mike. you were there to tell him that she was safe. that she was okay. that he had nothing to worry about. when she were gone, max got added to the party. you were pretty glad about it. you and el weren't the only girls anymore. plus, she was super cool. but her and mike didn't get along.
the fact that she got "added" to the party without his permission, was only one of the problems. one of the bigger problems was that he thought that max was hogging you. which she wasn't.
your friendship with mike was nearly fixed. but of course, el came back.
not that you had a problem with her! you thought el was super cool. with her powers and all. you weren't shocked mike loved her.
you would hang out with them often. most of the time you'd be sitting on the floor, while her and mike made out on the bed. you were all hanging out at your place, in the guess room.
"heyyyy," you chirped, while the couple continued making out, paying no attention to you. "think we could play some cyndi lauper? or madonna? tears for fears? the smiths? fleetwood mac?" you looked up at the couple, who were basically eating each other's faces off, ignoring you completely. you let out a sigh, as you got up from your seat. you walked to your door, but a voice stopped you.
"where are you going, y/n?" mike asked.
you looked back, and saw that mike has his hands cupped on eleven's face, while they both looked at you.
"no where. just continue eating each other's faces." you quietly scoffed, before exiting your room. you went outside to your front porch, your elbows rested against the fense, while the rest of your arms were dangling off the fense. you stared at the night stars, the moon, the very faint clouds which weren't very visible, and the sky. how they all just looked gorgeous.
it was quiet and peaceful. until you heard the door behind you open then close. "hey."
you heard a familiar voice behind you. you heard him approach you, standing by your side.
"hi." you said back, not bothering to look at the boy. you didn't want him there with you, because you just wanted to yell at him.
it was silent. both of you weren't talking. you tried to hard to keep your gaze and thoughts on the night sky, but it was hard while the boy you were upset with was right next to you.
all of a sudden, you felt your eyes watering.
why the fuck are my eyes watering? am i about to fucking cry? why am i even crying? shitshitshit.
you tried holding back your tears. your vision becoming blurry from all the held back tears and sniffles, as you felt your nose get stuffy. you felt a thick teardrop run down your cheek, lessening the blurryness in your eyes. you sniffled, due to your nose being to stuffy.
mike glanced at you. his blank expression, turning into a concerned one, once he saw your glassy eyes. "holy shit, y/n. what's wrong?"
"nothing, mike." you mumbled, not facing him.
"nono, something is definitely wrong. don't hit me with that 'nothing's wrong, stop asking' bullshit, because i'm not letting you be stubborn. you don't cry often, so for you to cry, i want to help." he stated.
you didn't answer, but continued crying. you wanted to stop crying, yet the tears wouldn't stop. you felt like you were going mad.
"mike?" you sniffled again, aggressively wiping the tears off your face. he hummed in response, the same concerned look plastered on his face. "you wanna know what's wrong?"
he nodded in response.
"well, what's fucking wrong is that i think i'm in love with you. and i have been since i was 9 years old. i fucking hate it so much. 'cause ever since el, you've treated me like utter shit. everytime i asked to hang out you always bring el." you spat. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could say anything. "and before you say any pathetic bullshit about how i hate el or something, don't even say it. because matter of fact, i don't hate her. i admire her. she stole your heart, and nothing can change that. and you. don't even try anything. don't fucking kiss me, don't hug me, and don't tell me about any feelings you had or have for me. because none of it would matter at all. wanna know why? it's because, you have a lovely girlfriend who loves you. so don't go breaking her heart like you did to me. 'kay?"
he didn't know how to reply. he was stunned. it's like his words were stuck in his throat. he wanted to say something but he couldn't even open his mouth.
"i'm gonna go back inside. bye michael." you sighed, opening the door to go back inside.
you went to your room, and layed on your bed like a starfish. you flipped over, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. "fuck i hate this stupid bullshit so much!" it came out muffled, as your face was burried into your pillow.
you sobbed into your pillow, muffling your soft sobs.
