Stranger Things Imagines

SMUT: Mike [3] - fem!reader (she/her)

You and Mike. Mike and you. You two were forbidden to be together, but you were anyways.

About three months ago, El and Mike had broken up, initiated by Mike. You could have face-palmed when he told you exactly what he said to break-up — he used to the classic "It's not you, it's me." Yet it was true. El was not the problem; it was Mike. But what Mike didn't mention was that you were part of the problem as well.

While Mike was dating El, he had unexplainably caught feelings for you, as you did him. Because he was with El, the both of you avoided each other in hopes of letting these feelings slip away. But it didn't work. Since you were apart of the Party, you would inevitably see him and he would see you. At the sight of each other, your faces would burn up; his ears would turn his ears red and you would look towards another person, attempting to distract yourself and ignore him.

You two condemned your feelings to each other; you'd scold yourself every time you romanticized Mike, and he'd mentally slap himself every time his cheeks turned red at the mention or thought of you. He was dating El, and you two acknowledged that he really liked her, so you refused to let your feelings for each other blur out what was.

But there was that one night. The one night that everyone else had left and it was just you two. You were waiting for your ride home, and he didn't want you to leave you alone, for you had expressed your feelings about being alone out in the open. He had his hands gripped tightly on the handles of his bike out of nervousness of being around you; he couldn't help but think that he was never like this around El. He shook the thought away, hoping to erase it from existence. Little did he know that that thought would just occur more and more as time passed on.

"You can go home," you told him, hoping to get this awkwardness gone. "I'll be okay."

"No, I'm not gonna risk it," he said, shaking his head. "I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you."

You looked down at your hands and picked at your finger nails. "All right." You made your way over to his bike, putting a hand on his seat. Your stomach churned at the fact that you were getting closer to him. "So..."

"So..." he repeated, looking down at the hand on his bike. "What time did you say you needed to be picked up?"

"Eight," you responded. "But they're always late. Maybe I should've said seven-thirty."

"Maybe." He shrugged. "But it's all right. I like spending time with you." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Really? Because it seems like you avoid me a bunch." And those words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"I promise that's not actually what I want to do. I have to..." he hurriedly explained, but then he paused. "But you avoid me a lot, too!"

You looked away, the hope that he wouldn't have mentioned that slipping away. "Well... I have to, too."

"Why?"

Shit, there's the question.

"You have to answer me, Y/N," he pleaded. "Why do you ignore me so much?"

"Because I like you!" you spilled out. "But you like El. So..." There was nothing else to say after that. The awkward silence seemed so thick in the air, as if it might suffocate you. You couldn't stand it. Luckily, a car began to pull up in front of you. Its tires moved the gray rocks underneath it, creating a crunchy kind of sound, and the headlights shined bright into your eyes.

You pulled your sweaty hand off the seat and made your way to you the car, rushing inside and slamming the door shut. You felt Mike's eyes burning holes into your brain. You hoped he would just look away, but he didn't. He stared at you in shock.