Okay first, woahhh your writing is kinda amazing!! and yeah this is gonna sound like a weird request but Mike/Reader friendship fluff where the reader is tiny but wants to fight everyone and Mike is the best friend who keeps them out of trouble. And the reader is like "The Wendigo. I'm gonna fight it!" and Mike literally has to drag them away from trouble. ^-^ Thank you!!
Ohmygosh thank you so so so much!! Iām so glad you guys like my writing, it really means a lot to me whenever I get a compliment like this. <333
(PS: Iāll have you guys know, on my main blog I tag this trashbag as āpresident babbu.ā Donāt worry, trashbag is a loving nickname. <3)
(PPS: Fun fact, I am big on height differences in friends/couples!!)
(PPPS: I hope this suits the fluffy aspect of what you asked forā¦ I donāt seem to be very good at it! XD)
Pairing: Mike/Reader PlatonicSummary: You have the worst case of small dog syndrome any of your friends have ever seen. Itās probably going to get you killed someday.Words: 1539
Youād always been really protective of your friends, even overprotective. It wasnāt something you could really help, youād rationalized, just the way you were born. Your mom was the same way, and the same size, as you. Never able to back down from a fight, whether it was her own or not. (Your dad eventually learned to just stay out of her way. You were starting to wonder when your friends would learn the same.)
When Mike and Emily had split over the winter break, youād been very understandably upset. Youād counted Emily as a close friend of yours, a bond had grown between you when he started dating Mike. But when they broke up? Everything evaporated into thin air. If it wasnāt for the fact that she didnāt completely block you on Twitter and Facebook (like she did some other certain someones you were very close to), you would have thought that sheād only ever been your friend to get on his good side. Youād been angry for a long time and, as a result, grownĀ veryĀ protective of Jessica.
āIf she even breathesĀ in Jessās direction Iām gonna pop her one,ā youād told Mike on the drive up, miming a punch at the back of the cabbieās head. Mike had just shook his head and calmly told you no, that was not a thing you should do. You ignored him.Ā āOr your direction, for that matter.ā
āAnd what about you?ā Mike had said. Youād just shaken your head and nudged him with your shoulder.
You didnāt care so much what she might say to you. You could handle yourself in a situation like thatāyouād certainly gotten in enough scrapes at school and sometimes even at work when your friends werenāt around to hold you back. And, most importantly, you didnāt care if you got hurt as long as they were safe.
Things started to heat up almost the minute you were all gathered in the same room. Heaven forbid there were two minutes of peace, right? Youād been in the middle of catching up with Jessica (youād let her and Mike break off to have some alone-time earlier) when it started. Emily was barely in the room before she looked at the three of you standing together and decided that there was obviously something wrongĀ with that. If you didnāt know that Mike was truly finished with her, you might have been convinced something was going on just by her tone. You shifted subtly, putting yourself between her and your friends, taking a stance that looked casual but put you in a prime position in case she came even a step closer.
āEm, Iām warning you right now, back off,ā you said. The amount of venom in your voice was so strong that Mike actually grabbed your arm as if he was afraid you would leap across the room and attack the other girl.
Emily looked momentarily surprised, but crossed her arms and cocked a hip out as she smirked at you.Ā āAnd what are you gonna do to me, bite my ankles?ā she said. You didnāt give her an outward reaction and she snorted.Ā āOf course, I should have known youād jump to her defense. Tell me, does Mike know youāve got a boner for his sweetie, or have you been keeping it to yourself?ā
Again, you didnāt even blink. That insult was even stupider than the one about your height, and everyone knew it. Emily shifted on her feet when no one else seemed to have a reaction to what she said, and then finally scoffed.
āWhatever. Matt, are you sure we have all my bags?ā
He jumped to attention and followed her back into the entrance hall. Mike finally let go of your arm and Jessica breathed a sigh of relief.
āI thought you were going toāā She cut herself off, realizing that what she was about to say didnāt sound very nice. Instead, she changed tack.Ā āWhy didnāt you stand up for yourself? Youāre always so quick to jump in when itās someone else. And the things she saidāā
You shrugged.Ā āI donāt care what she says about me; I know who I am and Iām okay with it. I do care that she lays off you. Youāve had a tough enough year already without all the added drama.ā You caught her eye and she gave you a grateful smile. You nudged Mike with your shoulder.Ā āSee? I do listen sometimes. I didnāt lay a finger on her.ā
āYou threatenedĀ to,ā he pointed out, but you waved a hand.
āDetails, details,ā you said. You started to walk away, calling out to Josh,Ā āHey, J! Didnāt you say you were going to set these two up in style?ā
Later, you would regret asking about it. Later, you would think that you should have held on to the both of them and not let go. Later, you would wonder if they might not have gone without that little prompting question. Later, you would blame yourself for your best friend being deadābut not as much as you blamed him.
āMike, let go of me,ā you snarled, struggling against the arms he had around your waist. The minute Sam had taken her eyes off you, youād shot out of the lodge and into the night after Mike and Chris, who had taken Josh to tie him up in the shed where he couldnāt hurt anyone else. Mike had grabbed you the minute you walked in the door, knowing exactly what your intentions were.
He tightened his hold on you so you couldnāt wiggle free, and the way Joshās eyes widened and his babbling stuttered to a halt was very satisfying.Ā āStop it,ā Mike said in your ear. You struggled again, and he turned to Chris.Ā āLook after him for a second, okay? Iāve gottaāā
āIf you say youāve gotta deal with this, I will tear you a new one, Michael James Munroe!ā you shouted, attempting to get at least one of your arms free for leverage.
āOkay, thatās enough,ā Mike said, and he dragged you out into the snow. You continued to struggle and he practically curled around you to keep you from moving. He bent his head close to your ear and repeated your name over and over, quiet and calm, until you went limp. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, freezing almost instantly in the cold, and you could hear him whispering,Ā āI know, I know, I knowā¦ā
āI just want toā¦ā you stopped yourself, because if you ended that sentence the way you had originally intended, they might just tie you up next to Josh.Ā āI just wantā¦ā
āI know,ā Mike said again, and you knew then that he did.
He sent you back up to the lodge, reasoning (rightly) that you couldnāt stay with them and be around Josh without riling up your temper again. Though you wanted to protest, you knew that you should listen, and you finally trudged back up the mountain to join the others.
It wasnāt too long before he and Chris joined you again.
To make the long story short (because at this point you were just about d o n e with this rollercoaster of a night): cannibals. Supernatural cannibals who wanted to feast on you and your friends. As if your host being a wacko and one of your best friends being, you know, deadĀ wasnāt bad enough. Honestly you were starting to feel like the night was some big colossal joke.
You raised your hand.Ā āYes, hi, sorry. Am I the only one here whoās wondering if Josh is going to pop out from around another corner and show off some more hidden cameras?ā
That spurred Chris into gear, realizing that heād left hisĀ ābest friendā behind in the shed. Despite all the crazy strangerās warnings, he was still determined to go and get him. As the group started to dissipate, Chris and Ashley walking down the hall and the others towards the basement, you found yourself clenching your fists so hard that your knuckles were cracking. You started off down the hall after Chris, and were drawn up short when Mike grabbed you by the wrist.
āWhere do you think youāre going?ā he asked pointedly, as if he already knew the answer. You raised your eyebrows at him and he scoffed.Ā āNo. Absolutely not. Youāre not going out there to fightĀ a wendigo.ā
You tugged your hand out of his grasp and took another couple of steps.Ā āWhat, you expect me to just sit back and do nothing, then? You know I canāt do that, Mike.ā You shook your head at him and turned your back.
You really shouldnāt have done that.
The next thing you knew, Mikeās arm was around your waist and he had hoisted you over his shoulder in a bastardized firemanās carry. You shrieked and punched him in the back as hard as you could.
āMike! Put me down!ā you shouted. He shrugged you higher, presumably to get you in a more comfortable position, and said nothing. You started squirming.Ā āMichael Munroe, if you donāt put me down right now, Iām going to kick your ass!ā
āFeel free,ā he said, and kicked the door to the basement staircase shut behind him.
