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thinking bout . . . mikey's big big hands /nsx like when he put his hand on like the small of my back when guiding me up the stairs of the wheeler basement after a long night of (sitting pretty and watching them play) dnd, it literally almost fully covered it like that's how big his hands are

or like when we were sprawled out on the couch at my house, my head in his lap holding up some book i stole borrowed from the wheeler house as he watched ducktales. somewhere along the way he fell alseep i think and his hand landed on my forehead. was honestly gonna like push it off or bite him or something until i actually paused, realizing it was like bigger than my whole face i swear to god- it was warm too

i remember when we were younger and i would always compare pinky sizes with him, like grabbing his hand and positioning it next to mine, then i would laugh my fuckin ass off at the size difference since his was smaller. even started calling him 'baby hands' for a time. fast forward 3 years and i get a rush of deja vu whenever he gently picks up my arm and places my hand next to his. bony fingers, definitely a lot longer than mine now

mikey loves to be a dick about it, would intertwine his pinky with mine when walking through the especially crowded hallways of hawkins high school in the morning. me being me i would roll my eyes but like i'm dying on the inside please my best friend whom i also have a massive crush on is semi holding my hand what do i do what do i do?!!?@*!)

he is absolute dogshit at expressing feelings but he sure is damn good at gauging 'em. he sorta senses that i'm loving liking it (or just that it gets some sort of reaction out of me in general) so this bitch starts doing anything to accentuate his hands. started wearing rings and i fr wanted to smack this bitch when he first showed them off to me

would come to school fidgeting with a scrunchie / one around his wrist all like "hey i found this on my bed. must've left it behind last night." he would twirl pens or a strand of his hair between his fingers in the middle of class, or occasionally tap his fingers on his desk to some stupid beat. acts nonchalant about it but i know damn well he was staring at me for a good 5 minutes prior, waiting for even the slightest indication that i would turn to look at him so he can pretend like he's all clueless and innocent

he is such a fucking menace. though i do melt a little when he smiles at me and just asks to hold my hand and does the this thing where he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb there's a lot more i wanna say but like i need my afternoon nap so yes, i love mikey's hands

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people get intimidated ( or turned on, it's high school, you can never tell ) when they see mike walking down the hall in his wrinkled hellfire shirt and dirty converse— when he's actually just trailing behind me in my crisp blouse and plaid skirt, like a lost little puppy

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mentions of minors smoking but like

do you ever just lay down after a long long day and think 'i wish i could get high or some shit with boris pavlikovsky / mike wheeler rn' and then you also remember you're a goddess and you can shift to literally whatever dimension you like anyways yes me and mikey did like a testing and ranking of like 5 different kinds of weed yesterday afternoon it was epic

HE WAS HESITANT AT FIRST BUT LIKE WE HAD A LOT OF HIS FAV SNACKS and i'm his pretty pretty bestie ofc he couldn't say no i have yet to try this with boris but i feel like it would be 100x more chaotic esp since he's way less of a pussy 😔

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y'know how tumblr gives you those posts on your feed like based off your likes or followed tags and i keep getting these fics with a spunky punky dom - ish mike wheeler and it honestly gets a giggle out of me everytime trying to imagine mikey from my dr saying all this bold shit to my face like— the lanky ass teen who comes up to my window and almost falls two stories down while fumbling and stumbling over his words, trying to ask me if i wanted to hang out at his place because he could hear my parents fighting downstairs, but all that came out was "uhm– are you?– would you like to.. uh– sorry– should we..?"— like i'm the girl who wears headbands, and stockings, and cream and baby pink cottony clothes on a daily basis, and there's still a bigger chance for that mf to be the one calling me daddy 😭

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tell us tell us pls ^^ how did you and mike wheeler meet / get close w each other??

ty for the ask sweet nonie! this might be a super long story time / rant so please uhhh buckle up JSHSJJDNSJ

so basically, in my stranger things dr, me and mikey are actually ( kinda ) neighbors and have been since i moved to hawkins when i was like 6. we would see each other on the way to school sometimes or like i would catch him biking around in front of my house, but we never really interacted save for some awkward waving across the street / hall in school

until like 5 months later, when my mom just had to befriend the wheelers ( love her so so much, but her social butterfly - ness is not for me ) and invite them over for dinner. our families were chatting it up and everything, nancy was super nice to me and called me pretty which made me giggle and blush ( i was over the moon omg ) then my beloved mother who just can't keep her mouth shut was all like "my sweet rosie and michael are the same age aren't they? say, why don't the two of you go play in the living room? or upstairs?" or something along the lines of that yadda yadda basically she wanted us to hang out

now i didn't really find it as a big deal but like my only friend in hawkins at that point was dorothea from homeroom, who was a pretty, smart, proper princess. i had no idea how to interact with mike + the hangout was fucking terrible, one of my worst memories in my dr

first off, i tripped and fell down the stairs ( i was fine dw my ass just hurt ), mike then ended up stepping on one of the legos i left on the floor due to me not cleaning up cause i wasn't even expecting anyone to be up in my room that evening, us fighting over the television and the awkward small talk and him cringing at some of my tastes which i found super rude

but then after we had like this really small, brief, yet actually really sweet moment when we bonded over being complete losers. like how i only had one friend and felt like i didn't fit in anywhere and he comforted me and told me he could be my friend if i wanted and kaiauejfn i told him that "i'd think about it" but my lil 7 year old heart was doing flips istg so— that was an epic semi - first impression, and after that, i honestly had no idea where i stood with mike wheeler

that interaction was honestly it for a while. we went back to being strangers who had a soft n sweet lil moment in my bedroom. until one afternoon that finally solidified our 'bestfriendship' as he liked to call it

i spent overtime after class hours helping out with my favorite teacher, mrs miranda, chatting her up just to gain a few extra credits maybe ( yes, ik, slay me ) and i walked out to find mike was getting verbally assaulted and spat on and all that by fucking dickhead troy around the side of the school. i was thinking like 'i knew this mike guy was a fuckin loser but really? troy? that braindead kid from english— oh shit i have to help him don't i' so i did what any logical person would do and walked right up behind him, and grabbed a fistful of troy's hair!!

now, the funny thing is, i'm a few months younger than both of these guys yet, at 7 years old, still stood at around 4 inches taller, so he really couldn't do much to me if he tried. that being said, i yanked this guy's head back and yelled in his face something along the lines of "leave right fucking now", and although my voice cracked on the word 'now' it definitely still did the trick

anyways that's basically the story of how we became friends! the incident with troy earned me the nickname tiger, for the cool 'cool roar thingy' i did in the poor boy's face, which mike still calls me to this day. when i asked him one time during lunch break "why not something like a lion or whatever?" he shrugged and explained that tigers are cool— plus it just so happened that on that specific day, i was wearing my mismatched, tiger striped ribbons that i used to be obsessed with. the faint scar on my cheek also reminded him of a whisker, i guess, how he noticed that? i have no clue

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♡. mike wheeler shifting moodboard

♡. iibigin kita kahit ga'ano pa katagal

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hey eli <3 c'mon don't be shy, tell us what happened last night -☁️

sisdjikjm no nothing happened last night just uhhh we were chatting and watching tv in my room, snacking on some candy, laughing and everything, then like- idek what happened but his lips were on mine and it just KNSJNDJBRFJMEW

i haven't fully processed it w

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noooo— my profile desc totally isn't in reference to the time when 9 year old mike wheeler and i were out on my rooftop during one of our regular family get - togethers and i caught him staring at me. he noticed me looking at him but instead of getting flustered and babbling out some bullshit excuse or something like i thought he would, he maintained eye contact and whispered to me “you're pretty . . pretty like– like all the pretty things in the world, y'know?” and that was the very first time in our 2 years of kinda - friendship that mike had ever caught me without a snarky remark or violent reaction of any kind