hey, wheeler (mike wheeler x reader)
@beth0725 : ““Don’t touch me” with Mike Wheeler :))”
Believe me, this was not where you wanted to be. You had pleaded and pleaded with you science teacher to just let you go alone on this project like you usually did. But nope. He decided to pair you with one of the absolute nerds of the class.
Let’s just say, you two didn’t get along very well.
Flashback to 1st grade where you wanted to play with the firetruck, but noooo he just had to push you out of the way. This lead to a huge fight behind the bike sheds between the two of you and getting sent to the principals office.
Yeah, he’d despised you ever since.
You sighed as you made your way up the path to the Wheeler’s house. You internally groaned as you rang the doorbell, hoping the lord above that he wouldn’t answer. That nobody would answer. But nope, your prayers were not answered.
Nancy opened the door and smiled at you questioningly.
“Are you… here for Mike?” She asked, a smirk evident on her face and in her voice.
You gritted your teeth and let out a choked “yeah.”
She laughed and ,et you in, saying something about him being in the basement and winking at you. This was not what you needed right now.
You made your way through the corridor and down the narrow steps to the basement, slowly going down. As you got to the last step you saw a mound of messy black hair near the table, playing with some kind of figurines.
“Hey, Wheeler.” You said bluntly.
He looked up instantly rolled his eyes once he saw you. “Ugh, you’re here?”
“Yeah, I kinda wanna get this project done?” You replied, annoyed that he was already attacking you.
He muttered a quick “I could’ve just done it myself..” under his breath before patting the seat next to him.
You walked over and slung your bag on the ground, perching next to him on the seat.
“What’re you doing anyways?” You asked, nodding towards the figures in his hands.
He looked up at you and raised his eyebrow. “You really wanna know?”
You nodded and crossed your arms, waiting for him to begin. Sighing, he began his in depth explanation on D&D, eyes sparkling as you talked about the game he loved. In this moment, you may even admit that he looked kinda cute. Just not out loud of course.
“And this figure- oh sorry, I’m rambling. Gosh, you must be bored.” He stopped suddenly and smiled at you apologetically.
You blushed lightly at his smile and looked towards the floor. “Nah, I wasn’t bored. It was interesting. But we should probably begin the project though.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
As you two talked more and more, the Wheeler boy was beginning to grow on you. And he didn’t really despise your presence anymore either. If anything, all you cou,d think about while you were with him talking about the efficiency of electricity, was the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach.
Shifting in your seat, your leg accidently brushed against his, and you being you decided to make a big deal about it.
“Hey, don’t touch me, Wheeler!” You teased, jokingly.
A blush settled itself on his freckled cheeks as he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.
“It wasn’t me! You did it!” He laughed as you two began to poke and shove each other.
Honestly, this was the most fun you’d had in ages. But all good things have to end. Checking your watch, you gaped at the time.
“Hey, Wheeler. I’d better go, my mum’s gonna flip!” You exclaimed, rushing to chuck your bag on and running over to the stairs.
You didn’t catch the disappointment on his face as he stood up to say goodbye. “Oh, okay. I’ll, um, walk you to the door.”
As he walked you to the door, he though about just how much fun he had had with you. Is this what he’d been missing out on these past few years?
You both arrived at the door and instead of the awkward farewell he had expected, you pulled him into a soft hug before pulling away and smiling at him.
“I had fun tonight, Wheeler. How you don’t hate me anymore?”
He grinned back and stated “nope, still sworn enemies.”
You laughed at him and punched his arm jokingly. “See ya, Mike.”
“Y-yeah, see you Y/N.” he replied as he watched you walk off down the street.
He closed the door with a smile that night, smirking to himself.
You called him Mike.