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🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — tank tops & roof tops

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: for a school project, you are asked to write a small paragraph about someone you cherish and care for in your life whom is not a family member or related by blood, to show the value of friendships and relationships that could be greater than one’s shared by blood. in the paragraph, you may only chose one adjective.

warnings: mention of reader having hair in face due to wind and ears pierced, karen being the best character ever, your mom being the worst…

age of pairing: 15-16 years old

[ding-dong] [ding-dong]

♪ oh girls, girls just wanna have fun ♪

♪ they just wanna, they just wanna (girls) ♪

♪ they just want, they just wanna ♪

“y/n! come on down! the wheelers’ are here for dinner!” your mom shouted out from the downstairs’ kitchen. you heard several footsteps enter through the front door and lots of chatter between the parents. you quickly took off your headphones and paused cyndi lauper, standing up and tossing it on the bed behind you.

you rummaged through your messy closet drawers to find a sweater. you knew your parents would get mad for wearing a tank top at the weekly ‘family friendly’ dinner, taking turns hosting at your house and the wheelers’ house.

thankfully you found a beige sweater stuffed underneath your t-shirts and jeans that was gifted from you grandma around four years ago. you prayed that it fit but as soon as you put it on, there was no exit.

the head hole was fit for a ten year old at most.

“knock knock,” a voice said in a sing songy tone and a two quiet knocks on your wall. “in a second!” you responded still trying to either get that stupid sweater off or over your head. you groaned in annoyance, giving up after almost twenty tries and the background laughter didn’t help the encouragement.

“don’t just stand there wheeler and help me,” you grumbled, struggling with the arm holes and everything now. “ok ok no need to be a hothead,” he stifled his laughter but you obviously understood his unfunny dad joke. “get it cause—”

“—of course i get it!! now get this—this thing off!!” you whined. mike finally got the sweater off your head and threw it onto the foot of the bed frame. you took a deep breath and threw yourself onto the bed.

standing in front of you was none other than your best friend since birth, mike wheeler. the moment mr. miller had assigned that english homework, you knew who it was going to be about.

mike.

he was your best friend, not related by blood and you could easily write a paragraph full of facts about him.

unfortunately, you didn’t know how to describe him, especially in just one word. awkward? kind-hearted? funny? tall? bossy? there were just so many options. also how did it reflect on how you felt about him.

he’s just your best friend but was he just your best friend? how did you feel about him? was he charming? sweet? a mean person or nice one? you needed an umbrella term to describe this boy but since birth and till now, that word has been undiscovered.

“god imagine if i died from a sweater i got from my grandma on christmas,” you let out a few laughs then jumped up towards the window to get some fresh, chill air.

mike followed you to the right side of your room where the window was. you opened the window and carefully pulled out the window screen so you could climb onto the roof. “wait we forgot to refill last time so double time now,” mike mentioned, grabbing your shoulder to prevent you from climbing onto the roof right away.

you turned around and pointed your finger at mike with widened eyes, “you. are. a. genius.” he grinned and raised his eyebrows but before he could agree with your statement, you yanked his arm out of your room and down the stairs to the fridge.

“y/n! there you are! you didn’t even greet the wheeler’s, and what did i tell you about wearing tank tops to dinner?” your mom grouched while moving plates to the dining room along with nancy and karen. but you were too busy to get snacks for the roof hangout that you just nodded and said ‘uh huh’ in response to everything your mom complained about.

“oh lay off on her a little janice, y/n is so gorgeous. these tank tops fit her so well, i might have to go to the mall to get her some more!” karen exclaimed, grabbing napkins from the counters. “karen, she’s attracting too many boys’ attention and not in the good way, you know!”

your mom responded, changing her focus from the china plates on the dinner table to you in the kitchen, carrying cans of soda as mike fished them from the fridge. her reply earned an eyeroll from you because this conversation had just come up for the third time this week.

karen playfully hit your mom with a dish towel as your mom continued to stare you down with her hands on her hips. “she’s a teen girl in highschool, remember when we were their age, getting a boy’s attention was the only thing on our minds! lucky for her she’s already got a boy’s attention for sure since she’s beautiful! michael sure thinks sooooo,” karen teased, sharing a glance with you and mike.

you looked down to mike who was mid-cola-grab. he was staring literal daggers at his mother. you quietly laughed to yourself and avoided anyone’s eye contact by staring at the kitchen black and white tile.

“ok y/n i think it’s time we return upstairs,” he rushed his words and shut the fridge door. you nodded but like before, he grabbed your arm and pulled you up the stairs with a couple of bags of chips falling onto the floor and cans of soda rolling down the stairs. “michael, we are to use coasters in this house! remember this isn’t home!” karen shouted from below the staircase as you looked back to laugh at mike’s face. he rolled his eyes and gave you a ‘dont even’ look.

once both of you reached your bedroom, you grabbed two throw pillows from your bed and climbed out of the window. luckily, your room’s window didn’t face the front of the house and the roof was fairly easy to access from your window. as soon as you got up, you put the pillows down beside the blankets and put the sodas into the cooler.

“hey some help down here?!” mike yelled from the window and you rushed to grab the chip bags from his arms so he had free arms to climb. “thanks,” “well i couldn’t let my precious bags of chips fall into my backyard!” you sarcastically remarked, hugging the chips over-passionately.

he scoffed and snatched one of the potato chip bags out of your arms resulting in a small ‘hey!’ from you. you let it be and laid down on the scaly roof. since the first day you came up here, you knew it would be a great place to get away from things.

like people, school, drama, and especially your parents. with their constant nagging you would’ve climbed out of this window one way or another. however, you grabbed layers of blankets to make it comfy and a few pillows for a headrest. then you brought mike here and it’s now a secret hideout for the two of you. even though your neighbors could probably see two teenagers crawling on a roof at night.

you put the chips in a separate bin that you already had kept here since the start and put the sofas into the mini cooler. you stared at the sky, sadly the sun had just set so there weren’t going to be stars until a while.

there was light breeze and wind that made a little chill but neither of you minded. you stared at the sky when your hair started getting in the way of your face. you were going to sit up and face where the wind was so you could get the hair out of your face but someone else did it. mike did.

he took the liberty in moving your hair from your face. but this time it wasn’t like yanking on your hair or making a joke, he tucked your hair behind your ears and stared in awe. the hues of orange and yellow from the sunset shone on your beautiful features which made them stand out.

the way your hair carefully followed the way of the wind and how your lips were parted but didn’t dare to speak. they weren’t chapped either and always fully coated with a new chapstick. you probably had a whole collection under your bed and renew them like every month.

he paid attention to the details.

the small cut on the left side of your upper cheek after dustin’s new cat clawed at you when visiting from a couple of weeks ago. it was still healing but in a week it would be completely healed.

he looked to the left and right, seeing your ear piercings. he remembered the day you got your first ear piercing, you came to school the next day with puffy red eyes from all the crying in the first grade. you hated them because you were obligated to wear the plain silver fem ones for about a month or two. but mike thought of an idea to put stickers on top of them which meant it was limitless and you could change them anytime!

you stayed at his house for hours in nancy’s room while she was at a sleepover, looking for stickers. she had a whole stationary set and you changed your piercings to red, green, puppies, smiley faces, and almost any design or color you could think of.

you got your second piercing at your house, in your room. mike came over with max, lucas, dustin, el, and will for a movie night but then it became a sorta sleepover. all the boys slept in the living room and the girls in your room.

in the middle of the night you, max, and el thought of a crazy idea to pierce your ears with a needle and an ice cube because max had seen it on tv. you got your sewing kit and ice cubes from the fridge.max her own which to el’s and your surprise, ended really well. they looked bitchin’ so you obviously wanted them too. so you held el’s hand and a pillow while max went to work.

unfortunately your pain tolerance wasn’t as high as maxs’ and you screamed in pain. it started to bleed since you flinched and a trip to the ER was necessary. max profusely apologized while you told her it was fine and el wouldn’t stop crying because you were crying. lucas was comforting max while will and dustin were holding mike back from breaking down the hospital doors down so he could see you.

even though everyone knows he can’t do it with those lanky ass arms (it’s the thought that counts i guess…)

so you got stitches in your right ear while the left ear was left bare. they were all glad you didn’t die even though it was just an ear thing. max swore never to do that again and even stopped wearing earrings in general.

he wanted to tell you how pretty you are and how the warm tones made you look like a painting in an art gallery. he wanted to kiss your nicely coated lips and put a band-aid on your healing scar. buy you ever clip-on earring in the world and make sure you never see a needle again, nor an ice cube!

he wanted to always be beside you. next to you. because then he could stare at you for as long as he wanted.

which was forever.

you stared at his eyes and just noticed how many freckles he had. they reminded you of sprinkles on a cupcake, so perfectly and delicately placed as if there was a sketch drawn before hand. he was sculpted like a statue in one of those fancy art museums in europe that people would pay millions to go see.

his eyes sparkled with the little glimmer reflecting from the disappearing sun to his right. the brown in his eyes almost looked light a tan or even orange. his lips were rather red than pink. you guessed it was probably because of how many cherry popsicles he eats.

how could you have not noticed these about your best friend? well you’ve never seen him in this light. not in the sunset or orange-ish hue light. but in this ‘more than friends’ light.

you didn’t know how to describe the feeling as if time had stopped when your eyes met. the two of you didn’t even move a muscle. you were speechless. him, he himself was breathtaking. he was literally taking your breath away like the police song. you felt the world moving but only revolving around the two of you.

you never knew what to describe mike wheeler in one word. too many options you thought. but how could you miss the perfect word that described him and how he makes you feel.

mike wheeler is breathtaking.

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