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doors - mike wheeler x fem!reader

requested by mysecretspace. 'please make an imagine of reader x mike to have a relationship like the one at the start of season three' thank you for the request, hope you enjoy this! sorry it's short, i didn't know where exactly to take it. [INCLUDES SEASON THREE SETTING and possible SPOILERS]

y/n was laying on her stomach, feet swinging in the air as she flipped through a magazine. a small static from her walkman made her jump up, awaiting mike's call. a knocking on the door shifted the girl's attention and she walked to open it, revealing a smiling mike on the other side.

"you're five minutes late, wheeler." y/n spoke angrily, though a smile covered her face. mike just chuckled and took his shoes off, setting them down on the rug by your door. "my dad said he'd be home by now, but he's, like, ten minutes late." y/n informed mike, leading him into her room where she sat on her bed.

mike sat next to her, playing with his hands nervously. "am i even allowed to be in your house, let alone your room, if your dad isn't home?" the boy asked, worry in his tone as he looked up to meet y/n's soft gaze. "i mean i don't want to leave but i also don't want you to get in trouble." mike explained.

"he said he would be home, it's not your fault he's ten minutes late." y/n reasoned, tossing the magazines she was reading prior to mike's visit into a pile in the corner of her room. "besides, what's the worst he can do about you being here?"

mike looked like he was about to respond, so y/n rolled her eyes and pressed her lips softly onto his. mike responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist. y/n smiled and began to run her hands through mike's dark locks. their lips connected like a perfect puzzle piece, and y/n never wanted to disconnect them. when mike pulled away for air, y/n smiled up at him.

"what's the worst he can do, right?" mike smiled cheekily, leaning in for another kiss. y/n was blasting some madonna song and was humming along, resting her hands on mikes shoulders, sitting up against her pillow.

a loud yelling distracted the two, and they both looked towards the door. "WHY IS HE HERE WHEN I'M NOT HOME?" y/n's father yelled, standing by the door.

y/n simply smirked, looking to mike and then back to her father. "hey, at least the door was still three inches."

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