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Deleted xmas byler fic

Not mine!! but i had it downloaded and wanted to post here in case anyone else wanted to read the fluff masterpiece!

a three-step plan to make will byers fall in love

RomeoWrites

Summary:

It’s Christmas break and Mike Wheeler is having a crisis. Why? Because the Byers are visiting for the first time in almost two years, and sometime since leaving Hawkins, Will has gotten hot. And Mike is dealing with that in a totally platonic way. Or so he insists. OR The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom:

Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship:

Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Characters:

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Eleven | Jane Hopper

Lucas Sinclair

Maxine "Max" Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Additional Tags:

Fluff

Getting Together

Funny

Humor

Fluff and Humor

Sweet

First Kiss

Christmas

Holidays

Christmas Fluff

Language: English Published: 2022-08-09 Words: 13620 Chapters:1/1 Comments: 35 Kudos: 814 Bookmarks: 176 Hits: 5075

Phase Zero: The Pre-Planning

It’s the last day of school before the Christmas break, and Mike Wheeler is distracted. Like, head empty, no neurons firing, kind of distracted. If it wasn’t the last day of term he would definitely be in detention by now, because absolutely no thoughts have passed through his brain in any of his lessons thus far.

“Dustin,” he whispers halfway into their last math class of the year. “Dustin, I’m in urgent and dire need of assistance.”

“What?” Comes the vaguely annoyed response, and Mike rolls his eyes. It’s the last day of term and Dustin is still insisting on putting up a facade of concentration, despite the fact that literally everyone else in their class is already chattering away, and their teacher does not seem to care one bit.

“Assistance, Dustin. Keep up. I need assistance. Urgently and direly, in fact.”

Dustin fixes him with a look. “You sound like you’ve swallowed a thesaurus.”

“This is not the time to make fun of my extremely well-appointed grasp of the English language,” he hisses. “I’m having a crisis.”

That piques Dustin’s interest. “A crisis? What kind of crisis?”

And truthfully, Mike is not exactly sure, because said crisis only started this morning. At 6:52 am to be exact, when the Byers arrived at his house to spend their Christmas break back in Hawkins, away from California. The party had gathered at the Wheeler’s, where the Byers would be staying, to greet Will and El, who had jumped out of the car and immediately been smothered by a party group hug. Well, a party group hug without Mike who, upon seeing Will emerge from the backseat of Mrs Byers’ car, had promptly melted into a puddle of goo with very limited brain power. He had only just managed to react somewhat normally when Will pulled him into a tight hug, but when Will wryly complimented his Yoda pajamas, he was pretty sure all he managed to get out was ‘guh.’

Because the thing is, Will has been Mike's best friend since they were five. And until one and a half years ago, Mike had seen him everyday. And Will was familiar. His short stature and swoopy brown hair were familiar. His hazel eyes and shy smiles. Will was the type of kid who parents would coo over and teachers loved, because for all intents and purposes, he was cute. Adorable, even. Politely charming with his drawings and ink covered hands. But now? After Mike only had one short visit to California, very early on, and not so much as a photograph of Will before today? Will’s familiar features are gone. And instead Mike came to the abrupt realization this morning, that Will is hot. And that’s not a word that Mike would ever use aloud. But it’s true. Somewhere between before and now, Will has become completely and breathtakingly gorgeous. And Mike is dealing with that fact in a totally normal and platonic way.

“What kind of crisis?” Dustin asks again.

Mike shrugs rather helplessly. “I’m not entirely sure.”

Dustin’s eyes gleam with scientific intrigue. “A guessing game, then. Okay, academic?”

Mike shakes his head.

“Family?”

Still no.

“Personal?”

Uh - somewhat.

“…sexual?”

And Mike’s face must look some type of way because Dustin lets out an honest-to-god cackle. “What? You’re having a sexual crisis?”

“No!” Mike quickly amends, trying to do damage control for his facial expressions. “Not sexual. More like, romantic, I guess?”

Dustin levels him with a look. “A romantic crisis, huh? And what, exactly, has brought this about?”

“Uh - well, it’s kind of complicated, really.” It’s not complicated, Mike is just a coward. “It’s just I’ve noticed someone today who I find, uh - who is- well, someone who is rather, um, nice-looking,” he finishes lamely.

“Nice-looking?”

“Yeah, you know. Handsome.”

“Handsome?”

“Attractive?” Mike tries.

Dustin rolls his eyes. “Are you seriously this repressed? The word is hot, Michael.”

“Right. Yes. That.” Even hearing it aloud sent a little thrill through his stomach as he remembers how good Will looks with his tousled hair and strong jawline.

“Handsome as in male, handsome?” Dustin asks, a polite sort of curiosity in his tone.

“That would be accurate.”

“Oh, so this is about Will.”

Mike has to stop himself from shoving his pencil into his eye. “How did you know that? Was I super obvious?”

“Just a little bit,” Dustin admits. “Not to Will, though, I think you’re safe there.”

At least that’s a relief. “So, what should I do? You know, about the crisis?”

“Well, what do you want to do?” And Mike is immediately glad he chose Dustin to confide in, with his level-headedness and logic. He isn’t going to blow this whole thing out of proportion. “Because I think you should just tell him that you think he’s earth-shatteringly and mind-bogglingly hot, and you know, maybe kiss him. I think he’d appreciate that.”

And oh, look at that! Mike now regrets everything. “I am not going to do either of those things, Dustin,” he hisses. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Why is that ridiculous?”

“Well, for starters, I’m not just going to kiss him out of nowhere, that’s rude. And secondly, we don’t know that he’s going to appreciate it? He could completely freak out.”

“He’s not going to freak out - and everyone appreciates kissing.”

“Okay, that is so not true, and this isn’t about kissing. It’s about…” Mike trails off, looking for words and Dustin snaps his fingers at him.

“Oh. Oh, ho, ho,” he chortles.

“Okay, please stop doing that.”

“This isn’t a sexual crisis at all, is it?”

“I already told you that it wasn’t-”

“This is a love crisis.” Dustin strings out the word love like luuurve and that’s the only thing that horrifies Mike out of evaporating on the spot. Because love is a big word. A huge word, in fact. And also the word that most accurately describes his problem. He is having a love crisis.

Of course, he immediately denies this. “Actually, you know what? Let’s go back to sexual crisis. I think even that is more comfortable than how you just pronounced love.”

“I can’t believe you’re in love. Well, actually, maybe I can.”

“Okay, no one said anything about love.”

“Of course you’re in love. It’s Will.”

And surprisingly, that’s probably the first thing Dustin’s said so far that makes sense in Mike’s brain. He fiddles with his pencil and considers his options. Number one is to deny, deny, deny. But he’s the one who started this whole conversation, so it’s not like Dustin will believe him. Number two: pass it off as just a physical attraction - something that isn’t serious. Will is pretty and Mike wants to kiss him, but it’s not love. Just one guy appreciating the good-looks of another guy. But then phrase sexual crisis rings in his head, and he immediately vetoes that option. Which leaves him with one more. Admit what he has known to be true for approximately six years. That he is definitely in love, and maybe, just maybe, he’s finally emotionally prepared to do something about it.

“Okay, maybe just a little bit,” is what ends up coming out of his mouth, and Dustin sits back on his chair, satisfied.

“Well, good. Acceptance is the first step. Scoring yourself a super hot boyfriend is step number two.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to do that?”

“It’s simple. At lunch hour, we’ll lay this all out for the rest of the party and we’ll put our brilliant minds together and come up with a plan.”

He makes it sound so easy, that Mike feels compelled to just let it happen.

“Okay.” He steadies himself. “A plan. We can make a plan.” Then: “Do you really think Will is going to want that? Do you think he might like me back?”

Dustin rocks back on his rear chair legs, thoughtfully. “Well, scientifically speaking, you know, considering the evidence, I don’t think it’s the most unlikely thing in the world. I’d put your odds at 70:30.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Great. Numbers. Just what I need to help me through this.”

“Hey, math is a great way to figure things out. And those are good odds.”

Mike stabs his pencil into his worksheet, mutinously. 70% chance of success. He liked the sound of that. But 30% chance of failure? That, he could have lived without.

“I’ll think about it,” he says at last. “You can tell the party at lunch, and I’ll think about it.”

Dustin gives him a final nod and turns his attention back to their assigned work. And Mike tries to do the same, he really does, but by the time the bell rings for lunch hour, all he’s managed to do is doodle a couple of little hearts on his page and one very clumsy drawing of a boy in a wizards hat. He flushes, and scrunches up the paper, tossing it in the bin on the way out.

And maybe he was being somewhat (utterly and entirely) naive, thinking Dustin that would at least try to be a little bit subtle about this whole thing, because as soon as they arrive at their usual cafeteria table, Dustin slams down his lunch tray and with fervor, declares: “Mike is having a crisis.”

And if that wasn’t already enough to send Mike into a half-panicked state, Dustin then adds with a hushed sort of reverence, as if this was the news of the century: “Of the sexual kind.”

“Dustin!” Mike whisper-shouts, trying to suppress his mortification. “That is not what this is.”

“Oh? Did you or did you not use the words earth-shatteringly and mind-bogglingly hot?”

“I did not-” Mike’s horrified protest is cut off by the audible gasping coming from the rest of their table.

“What? Who does Mike think is hot-”

“You like someone? This is unbelievable-”

Dustin waves away everyone with an airy hand. “The point is this: Mike has declared himself hopelessly and irrevocably in love-” Mike gives up any attempt to interject and just groans, slapping his hand over his face, “-and it is our job, as his most dear and loyal friends-” (“-only friends,” Max interrupts) “-to help him,” Dustin finishes with a flourish.

“Help him?” Lucas asks quizzically. “You really think we can help him? He’s a hopeless case.”

“Hey-”

“It’s true, Mike,” Max says unsympathetically. “You’re probably the least romantic person I know.”

Mike scowls. “I could be romantic.” Then pauses. “Wait, no. I don’t want to be romantic - this is a terrible idea.”

Lucas points at him. “There you have it. He doesn’t want to be romantic.”

“Yeah, thank god,” adds Max. “That would be a trainwreck.”

“Gee, thanks,” he says sarcastically. And how exactly did Mike end up with such supportive and caring friends?

Max mimes a ‘you’re welcome’ while Dustin splutters in disagreement. “What? No. You don’t even know who this is about yet. How can you give up so easily?”

And that gets Max and Lucas interested again.

“Well, tell us then. Who is she?” Lucas asks, and then shoots a glance at Mike. “Uh, he?”

Max elbows him. “They.”

Dustin looks to Mike as if for approval and Mike just waves his hands vaguely. He supposes it won’t be the worst thing in the world if they find out about Will. Maybe it would make them more sympathetic when every Friday evening he ditches any plans because that’s his and Will’s night to talk as much as they can on the phone until someone kicks them off.

“Okay. It’s…” Dustin pauses for dramatic effect until Mike kicks him under the table. “Ow! Okay. It’s Will.”

“Knew it.”

“Called it.”

“It’s because of this morning, isn’t it?” Lucas accuses. “You saw him and totally freaked out because he’s all hot now.”

“Yeah, your face was so red, I thought you were going to explode.”

“Okay, can you stop being mean?” Mike directs at Max. “This is a trying time.” Then he looks at Lucas. “And can everyone please stop with the h-word?”

“He has problems with the h-word,” Dustin stage-whispers.

And great, now they’re all laughing at him, and Mike tries to slowly slip under the table, but Max reaches over and grabs him by the collar. “Relax, Wheeler, we’re only joking. I, for one, am actually glad that you’re finally admitting your feelings, and would be honored to join the noble quest to find you requited love.”

“You’ve come to too many of our DnD campaigns,” is all Mike says to that.

Max sends him a borderline horrified look. “You know I’m joking when I say shit like that, right? You do know that?”

“Alright, calm down,” Lucas interjects. “It’s not like you’re going to lose any cool credits with us.”

“People!” Dustin claps his hands together. “We are getting off-track. This meeting has been called to help Mike, not to bully him.”

“Meeting?” Mike splutters. “This is lunch.”

Dustin waves him off. “We need a plan.”

“Well, what’s our aim? Our hypothesis?” Lucas asks, and wow. Between the basketball and the general athleticism, Mike had forgotten that Lucas was still, like the rest of them, a huge nerd.

“This is not a science experiment-”

“Experiment!” Max cuts off his protest. “That’s exactly it. We should run trials. Attempts. We should try to set them up.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Mike says loudly.

“That,” Dustin points two, twin finger guns at Max, “is an excellent idea.”

“No, no, no, not excellent-”

“We could each have a go,” Lucas adds, apparently joining Dustin and Max in being deaf to the sound of Mike’s voice. “Make it a competition.”

“A competition?”

“Yeah, like, each of us can try to get them together, and the best man-”

“-or woman-”

“Or woman, will win.”

“Genius,” Dustin whispers. “Pure genius.”

All three of them look around at each other with the sort of reverent air that could only be conjured up by a bunch of far too self-important sixteen-year-olds.

Mike attempts to say something rational. Reasonable, so as to convince them all that this is a very, very bad idea. What comes out instead is: “Are you all actually insane?”

As one, they turn to look at him, as if only just remembering that he does, in fact, exist. By the looks on their faces, they don’t see anything wrong with their plan. Mike sinks back into his seat with a half-strangled sort of moan. “Oh my god. You are. You all are. My three best-” (“-only-”) “-friends are insane.”

“Oh, certifiably,” Dustin says agreeably. “But does that mean this is a bad idea?”

“Yes. Yes, it does.”

“Oh, come on, Mike. You’ve been hung up on Will since we were in middle school - and don’t pretend like you weren’t. Is it really the worst thing in the world if you give yourself a chance?”

Mike considers Lucas’ words, and hears the truth in them. Although seeing Will this morning had jolted something to life within himself, he has long been aware of the feelings he harbors, that were subconscious at first, until all of a sudden he turned ten, learnt what romance was, and developed what was probably the strongest childhood crush in the history of childhood crushes. Of course, now it’s a fair bit more than a childhood crush, so really, maybe this is a good idea. He could do with a chance.

“And if you do end up woefully and pitifully rejected, hey, the Byers live in California now, so it’s not like it’ll be that awkward,” Max supplies helpfully.

He shoots her a glare, any confidence he had, immediately evaporating. “Right. Will is going to reject me and this is a horrible plan.”

“Oh, lighten up, Wheeler,” Dustin says. “Sure, the painful pull of heartbreak may befall you, but is that any worse than the pain of never knowing what could be, if only you would proclaim your frankly sickeningly sweet, but admittedly adorable, love?”

Max punches him in the arm. “Don’t talk like that.”

But Dustin’s speech, however falsely pretentious, does stir something within Mike. He feels himself slowly nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Seriously, man? That’s what convinced you?”

“I’ve told you before, I’m a poet-”

“Oh, shut up, the pair of you.” Max looks at Mike squarely from across the table. “You’ll do it?”

And what the hell? What does he have to lose, really? (His dignity, his pride, his lifelong best friend, his brain supplies helpfully, but he ignores it.)

“Yeah. I’ll do it. Proclaim my love, or whatever.”

Dustin beams at him. “Great! What’s the worst that could possibly happen?”

Lucas covers Max’s mouth before she can answer.

“Yeah,” Mike says, brain spinning with possibilities. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Phase One: Max’s Madness

Immediately after school, the plan commences. Sometime during their shared science lab (while Mike sat, miserable and alone, relegated to a separate bench for secrecy purposes), Dustin, Lucas, and Max had put together three strategies to be executed over the next three days, that will supposedly ‘make Will fall in love, like he never has before’ according to Dustin (‘assuming, of course, that he’s not already in love with you’ adds Lucas). Of course, they don’t tell Mike what any of these strategies are, but he knows that each of them is responsible for one. He dreads Max’s the most.

They all cycle to the Wheeler’s, and for the first time in his life, Mike wishes the distance between his house and school was longer, because all he wants to do right now is delay, delay, delay. Max catches his eye as he’s mid-deep-breath, trying to stop his heart from beating so fast.

“Would you calm down?” Max asks. “You’re acting like you’re going to have a heart attack when you see him.

“Maybe a heart attack isn’t the anatomical reaction he’s worried about-”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Dustin,” Mike warns, ignoring the amused look between him and Lucas and the face of mock-disgust from Max. “I’m calm. I’m very calm. Never been more calm.”

The group share disbelieving glances.

“Alright,” says Max. “Just try to take deep breaths so you don’t start stress-sweating. That’s not the impression you want to give off.”

“I’m not trying to give off an impression. Will already knows everything about me, it’s not like I’m suddenly going to show up and he’s going to think I'm an entirely different person.”

“Well, I don't know, man. Your look is kind of edgy now. Maybe Will likes emo boys.”

“I’m not emo,” Mike objects, but secretly feels a little pleased about the assessment of his style. “Besides, he saw me this morning. I don’t look any different.”

“Yeah, well, this morning you were in Star Wars pajamas, so maybe give edgy a chance.”

Mike flushes a little. “I’ll have you know that Will said my pajamas were cool.”

The group shares another disbelieving glance, and man, Mike was getting sick of those.

“Looks like California has made Will forget about the friends don’t lie rule, huh?” Dustin laughs, and Mike doesn’t feel the least bit guilty about shoving him off his bike.

They reach the house and Mike feels in a tizzy. He lets Lucas and Max frog-march him to the front door, sure that if he walked by himself, he would never make it.

“What’s today's strategy, again?” he asks.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Dustin answers unhelpfully.

“Great. Just great,” he mutters to himself as he fumbles for his key and opens the door.

El greets them as soon as they walk inside. “Finally, you’re home! We’ve been so bored all day, waiting. Will’s still upstairs, but he’ll be down in a minute.”

Mike’s stomach does a disconcerting little flip when he realizes that Will is probably up in his bedroom, where he’ll be sleeping for the next two weeks. Mrs Byers and El are in Nancy’s room since she (and Jonathan) are staying at college during the break. Will got stuck with Mike’s floor, since they didn’t have another spare bedroom, and really, Mike is not complaining. Still, he hopes he didn’t leave anything embarrassing around when he left this morning.

Then he hears Will’s voice as he comes down the stairs and balks. “Okay, abort mission,” he hisses to the group. “Abort. This is a terrible plan.”

El looks at them, confused. “What plan?”

Dustin starts to say something, but cuts himself off when Will appears and looks around at their guilty faces. “What’s going on?” he asks.

Lucas leaps towards him, trying (and failing) to affect an air of nonchalance. “William!” He wraps his arm around Will’s like they’re an old married couple from a Jane Austen novel and guides him down the rest of the stairs. “Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary is going on, don’t you worry about that.”

Will looks bemused. “Why are you talking like that?”

“No reason, no reason.”

“Um, okay?” Will shifts his eyes around the room until they land on Mike, and then his lips tilt up into a smile. “Hey, Mike.”

Mike stares until Max elbows him in the ribs. “Oh, uh - hi.” And that is definitely not the usual octave he speaks in.

Will gives him a strange look, but presses on. “How was the last day of school?”

“Um, it was…” Mike thinks back to their lunch time conversation. “Productive.”

Will gives him another bemused little smile, before starting up a conversation with Lucas and Max. Mike takes a moment to try and jumpstart his brain, since currently it’s only able to focus on the fact that Will is wearing a tight, long-sleeve, black shirt and Mike doesn’t think he’s ever seen him in that color before.

“Why are you acting weird?” El asks him suspiciously, and Mike jumps a little.

“I’m not,” he says defensively, “I’m acting very normal.”

El raises her eyebrows, but doesn’t push any further. He distracts himself by dumping his backpack and shoes in the hall, and shrugging off his coat, until he hears another voice.

“Will, sweetie?” Mrs Byers calls from upstairs. “Will you help me set up this bed for a moment?”

Will rolls his eyes, but starts to climb back up the stairs. “Be back in a minute.”

As soon as he disappears, Max starts whispering to El very rapidly and Mike squints at them. “Woah, woah, woah. You’re not telling her the plan, are you?”

The look on El’s face tells him everything he needs to know. “Oh my god.” He throws a hand over his face in embarrassment. “Just tell the whole world, won’t you? Maybe Will while you're at it? Save us all some time.”

“Maybe that’s a good idea,” says El. “I don’t think you need a plan, just tell Will how you feel. And be honest.”

Max scoffs. “You want Mike to express his feelings? With words? Be serious, El. You saw him just then, he was a stuttering mess.”

Mike doesn’t even try to argue because it’s an entirely accurate statement.

El still hesitates. “But, it’s not like a trick?”

“No!” Dustin says. “It’s not a trick at all. We’re just helping them along. Creating romantic scenarios.”

“Romantic scenarios,” El says slowly. “Like from movies.”

“Exactly,” says Lucas. “Like, Max’s plan is today, and mine is tomorrow. And I just know that mine is going to work perfectly.”

“What is it?” Mike tries. He gets no response.

“And you think these will work?” El asks.

She received three identical nods in reply. She considers them all for a moment, before finally saying: “Okay. But only because I want to see Will happy.” Then she looks at Mike. “And you too, I suppose.”

“Gee, thanks,” Mike grumbles. “Always good to be a second thought.”

El shoots him a bright grin and loops her arm into Max’s, dragging her down the basement stairs. “So, tell me about your plan…”

With the girls gone, Mike looks around at Lucas and Dustin, feeling more than a little mortified. “Was it really that bad? Am I a stuttering mess like Max said?”

Lucas claps him on the shoulder sympathetically. “Well, let’s put it this way. Will still seemed plenty happy to see you, so we’ll count it as a win.”

Mike forces himself to take his hundredth deep breath of the day. “Okay, Mike,” he mutters to himself. “You can do this. You can talk like a normal person to Will - in fact, you literally did that last night on the phone. This isn’t any different.” He ignores the way Lucas and Dustin are looking at him like he’s completely lost the plot. “You just need to be calm, and remember that Will likes you. You’re his best friend. He’s happy to see you, and you just need to act normal.”

He exhales one more time and looks up. “Okay, actually that really made me feel better.”

Dustin just looks at him. “Okay, buddy.”

But, truly, Mike has mastered the art of self-pep-talks because when Will reappears, Mike bounds up to him, even managing to sling a casual arm around his shoulder, and steers him into the kitchen. “Go to the basement,” he calls to the others. “We’ll bring snacks.”

As they head into the kitchen, Mike can’t help but feel ridiculously happy. It’s been a long time since he’s seen Will in his house, and familiarity makes his heart swell.

“I like your new haircut,” Will says as he pulls some sodas out of the fridge. “It’s very… you.”

Mike feels absurdly pleased. “Thanks,” he says, turning around to grab a bag of chips so Will doesn’t see him flush. Will just hums in response, and when Mike turns back, Will reaches a hand up and tugs gently on one of his curls, letting it spring back up after. Mike swallows hard.

“It looks really good,” Will murmurs, his hand just barely brushing Mike’s cheek as he brings it back down. Mike accidentally pops the chip bag and both of them jump.

“Sorry!” His voice is an octave higher than usual, so he tries again. “Sorry. Held it a bit too tight.”

He turns around again swiftly and hunts for a bowl, trying to stop his heart from pounding. He pours the chips out, grabs a couple of chocolate bars from the cupboard, and turns around once more. Will is leaning nonchalantly on the counter.

“Ready to go?” Mike says, holding up his haul. Will shoots him a smile and grabs the sodas.

“Onwards, paladin,” he says with a dorky grin. “To the basement.”

Mike huffs out a laugh, feeling the knot of nerves in his chest loosen a little. It’s just Will, he reminds himself. “After you, cleric.”

They head down the stairs and almost make it into the basement, when Mike pauses, hearing a noise from behind the laundry door. “Hear that?” He nudges Will’s leg with his foot, hands holding their snacks.

Will tucks the soda pack under one arm and opens the laundry door. Chaos unfolds before Mike’s eyes. Lucas and Dustin are arguing in a corner, Max is sitting cross-legged on top of the dryer, and El is crouched on the floor next to a huge puddle of soapy water. In the middle of it all lies a bundle of wet, shiny material in distinctive tones of red and navy that Mike recognises.

“Are those our sleeping bags?” Mike is somewhat incredulous at the soapy, sopping mess of fabric that is spread before him. “What the hell happened here?”

El stands back up, holding one of the sleeping bags. “Wet,” she says, helpfully.

“We can see that, El.” Will’s tone is sort of resignedly amused, like he had expected nothing more from the group of four in front of them. “I think what Mike means is how did this happen?”

El shrugs, clearly the appointed speaker of the group, probably because they know Mike won’t get mad at her. “Washing machine.”

Mike sighs in exasperation and shares a helpless glance with Will. “Any chance these will dry before bedtime?”

“I mean, unless your dryer has super-machine capabilities…”

Even a dumb half-joke like that has Mike laughing, and he sees the look Max gives him like, damn, you’ve got it bad.

Dustin grins around at them all, like this was exactly what was supposed to happen this evening, and Mike slowly starts to suspect that maybe, it actually is. And then Max confirms that suspicion by saying, “Guess you’ll both just have to sleep in Mike’s bed tonight, huh?”

“Yeah, since the sleeping bags are unusable, and all,” adds Lucas.

“Wet,” says El again.

And Mike is a second away from throttling them all, because maybe before he could have gotten away with letting Will take his bed, and just spent the night on the basement couch, but now that they’ve said it aloud, it would be weird for him to say ‘no, we can’t share a bed, Will, because actually I have extremely un-heterosexual feelings for you and I will probably end up holding your hand or doing something equally stupid.’

Will nudges his side. “Guess we will.”

And between that and the frankly demonic grins the rest of his friends are sporting right now, Mike knows he is absolutely, one hundred percent, completely doomed. Of course, this is Max’s plan. He should have seen that one coming.

Once Mike’s finished mopping the laundry (because he doesn’t even want to think about his mom’s face if he left it like that), they finally settle in the basement to watch a Christmas film. It passes far too quickly, and Mike feels like he barely has time to appreciate how Will sits next to him, legs tucked under himself, ankles and socked feet draped over Mike’s lap. Before he knows it, his mom is calling them all upstairs for dinner. And in what feels like an instant, the rest of the party has left, El has flounced upstairs to her room, and the parents are sipping mulled wine in the living room and talking about adult things. It’s only 9 o’clock, but he and Will wander up the stairs and set about getting ready for bed.

Mike dawdles in the bathroom after brushing his teeth, trying to put off the inevitable. He even takes the extra time to floss while giving himself another mental pep-talk, and by the time he’s pushing open his bedroom door, he feels almost confident.

“Hey,” he says, trying to sound casual. Will is sitting on his desk chair, absent-mindedly flipping through a comic book.

“Hi,” he says back, gesturing to the bed. “Want to go to sleep? I know it’s kind of early, but our flight was at, like, 2am this morning, and I feel like I’m about to collapse from exhaustion.”

Mike grins at him. “Well, we can’t have that can we?” He switches off his bedroom light and makes his way to his bedside, turning on his lamp. Before he can think too much about it, he slides under the covers, carefully positioning himself so none of his body crosses the halfway mark of the bed. Will doesn’t seem to have any such qualms because when he joins him, he curls up right next to Mike, nudging their ankles together, and turning to face him on the pillow.

“We haven’t done this in a while,” he says in a whisper.

“Not since we were maybe ten,” Mike agrees.

“Remember when you used to have a bunk bed? And I always would start in the top bunk, but if I ever left to go to the bathroom or something, I would never be able to climb back up the ladder in the dark, so I would just sleep with you instead.”

Mike laughs at the memory. “Yeah, you were way too short to even be climbing that ladder in the first place. The steps were weirdly far apart.”

Will nods in agreement and then says with a hint of teasing: “Well, I’m not that short now, am I? I’m almost as tall as you.”

“Almost,” Mike whispers back. “But not quite.”

Will hums in response and then yawns. “Okay, I really am tired now.” Then he hesitates. “Um, leave the lamp on?”

Mike nods quickly. “Of course.”

Will sends him a sleepy smile, and tugs the duvet over his shoulders. “Thanks,” he whispers. Mike watches as his eyes slowly flutter shut and his breathing evens out, and wow, Will was not joking when he said he was tired, because it took him all of about thirty seconds to fall asleep.

Mike does not experience the same luxury. He lies awake for what feels like hours, feeling hyper aware of every place Will is touching him, and really, Will couldn’t possibly have laid down any closer, could he? Mike’s almost falling off the edge of the bed, and he longingly eyes the large, empty space on the other side of Will. Of course, he doesn’t mind being close like this (quite the opposite, in fact), but the point remains; he is about two inches away from crashing painfully to the floor.

Carefully, he eases his arm free where Will is holding it, and tries to somehow maneuver his body over the top of Will’s and make it to the other side. Of course, his plan fails abysmally when Will rolls over and accidentally dislodges Mike’s arm, sending him toppling down onto him. Will lets out a sound of muffled confusion, and Mike scrambles off as fast as he can.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “It’s just me - I was kind of falling off the edge, so I tried to move.”

Will blinks his eyes open blearily and squints at him. “And you climbed on top of me? Instead of getting out of bed and walking to the other side.”

Right. That would have been the obvious solution. “I didn’t think of that.”

Will lets his eyes fall shut again. “Sorry for squishing you,” he mumbles. “I’ll lie further away.”

“No, it’s fine!” Mike says a little too loudly in his haste to let Will know that he really doesn’t mind. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. Let’s just lie a little bit more in the middle of the bed, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Will says, and rolls back over towards Mike again, tucking his head under Mike’s chin. “Goodnight.”

Mike awkwardly wraps an arm around Will’s shoulders and wriggles around until he’s fairly comfortable, with Will’s head resting on his chest and his hair tickling his nose. He feels somewhat surprised that Will is being so affectionate, although they had been fairly tactile with each other before he moved away, so really, why would now be any different? But something about it being in bed makes it feel a million times more intimate and Mike’s stupid heart skips a beat.

He admits to himself that, annoyingly, Max’s plan seems to have worked incredibly well. He’s definitely not going to tell her that, but still. There’s a vague sense of gratitude floating around his body as he finally drifts off to sleep. Phase one is over, and they have two more to go.

Phase Two: Lucas’ Stratagem

After Max’s plan yesterday went off without a hitch, Lucas apparently decides to let Mike in on his own plan a little bit, and pulls him aside when the party arrives after breakfast.

“Okay, today is phase two,” he whispers. “It’s a two-pronged approach. A stratagem, if you will.”

“A stratagem?” Mike whispers back. “What are we meant to be out-strategizing?”

“Your romantic incompetence,” answers Lucas. And ouch. Mike secretly thinks that Will didn’t seem to mind his romantic incompetence last night, but he says nothing. “All you have to do today,” Lucas continues, “is be your usual hopeless self. It’s the perfect plan because it capitalizes on who you and Will are as people. You’re clumsy at the best of times, and Will is generally coordinated. The two prongs. It’ll be great.”

Mike quite honestly has no idea what Lucas is talking about, but the promise that his clumsiness is going to come in useful isn’t one that he particularly likes. It’s not his fault that his limbs are far too long for his own good.

He starts to understand when Lucas turns to the party, at large, and announces: “Ice skating.”

Mike fights back a groan. He sucks at ice skating. “Do we have to? I mean, it’s freezing out.”

“You’re just scared because you have terrible balance,” Max argues.

El jostles his shoulder and says, “Like bambi on ice.”

Will turns to look at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Come on, Mike. It’ll be fun. El and I skate all the time back in California, and the lake is so pretty this time of year.”

And when Will is looking at him like that, how could Mike possibly say anything but yes? “Fine. But if I fall on my ass, I’m holding all of you responsible.” He points a threatening finger around the room as Max rolls her eyes.

Will beams at him, and then ducks a little closer. “Don’t worry,” he says in an undertone as the party starts pulling on coats and hats. “If you’re really that bad, I’ll hold your hand.”

Okay, so maybe ice skating is, in fact, a terrific idea. He hates and loves the fact that Lucas most definitely saw this coming. He convinces his mom and Mrs Byers, who are drinking wine in the kitchen, to let them borrow a car, and after a warning to drive carefully, the party is off.

Lover’s Lake (and no, the irony of the name does not escape Mike’s notice), is always frozen over at this time of year, and it’s a long-held Hawkins tradition for it to be set up as an ice rink. Fairy lights have been strung over tree branches at the shore, and a stall is set up renting ice skates for a few dollars an hour. He pushes Will’s hand aside when he tries to pay, figuring that he should at least try to put a bit of effort into making this date-like. It’s definitely worth it when Will leans close to his ear to whisper a thank you that makes his neck tingle.

The party kick off their shoes and pull on their skates, and make their way (some with more difficulty than others) onto the ice. Will immediately speeds off, hand in hand with El and the two start a lap around the outskirt of the fenced-off portion of the lake that forms the rink. All bundled up in their winter coats and hats, they look closer to twins than siblings, and the sight makes Mike feel warm.

“So much for holding your hand, huh?” Lucas’ voice sounds in his ear.

Mike whirls around unsteadily on his skates. “You heard that?”

Lucas gives him a knowing smirk. “This is my plan, Wheeler. It’s my job to hear things.”

“Okay, calm down, you’re not a superspy.”

And then Lucas actually winks. “Maybe I am.”

Mike narrows his eyes, suspicious. “What do you know that you’re not telling me?”

Lucas just shrugs, and starts skating away towards Max.

“Lucas!” Mike shouts after him. “If you’re not going to tell me, at least help me skate!”

Dustin sidles up to him after Mike’s spent a few seconds hopelessly spinning on the spot. “Looks like it’s just you and me now, huh?”

Mike can’t help the longing glance he throws in Will’s direction. “Right. You and me.”

Unhelpfully, Dustin is almost as bad at skating as he is, and together they attempt to unsuccessfully propel themselves towards the center of the lake. (“You’re terrible at this-” “Oh, like you’re any better-” “Stop leaning on me!” “I have to lean on you, you’re shorter than me-”)

Eventually the Wonder Twins make their way towards them, probably out of pity. They stop right in front of Dustin and Mike, and Will looks frustratingly elegant on his skates.

Mike glares at him. “How the hell are you so good at this?”

Will simply grins, and reaches forward to take Mike’s hand, and Mike’s annoyance immediately evaporates. “Come on, I’ll teach you.”

El and Dustin seem to get the hint, and they start to skate away together, leaving Will and Mike standing on their own, right in the middle of the rink. In Mike’s mind he can picture that if they were looking at the lake from above, he and Will would be standing somewhere in the top-right-hand-corner of the heart that it’s shaped into.

“Your hands are freezing,” Will remarks, starting to tug Mike along. “Come on, move your feet a little. No - don’t lift them up! Just glide.”

“Easy for you to say,” Mike mutters, although he’s no longer irritated. “Tell me again how long it takes to learn this?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. El and I go skating pretty much every weekend. There’s not much else to do in Lenora Hills.”

He says Lenora Hills with a little eye roll that makes Mike pause. “I thought you were enjoying California?”

Will makes a face. “Well, yeah, I mean school is good - less bullies and all, and definitely less creepy supernatural stuff, but still.” He squeezes Mike’s hand. “It doesn’t have you.”

And that feels like an opening, if there ever was one. Mike squeezes his hand back. “I’ve really missed you. I know I say it on our calls all the time, but it’s true. Hawkins isn’t the same without you.”

Will’s face is flushed, and Mike hopes that it's from his words and not just from the cold. As they slowly shuffle along Mike has to fight the urge to do something ridiculous, like kiss Will. He settles for snatching the red beanie off Will’s head with his spare hand instead, and jams it on his own head.

“Hey,” Will protests. “Get your own hat.”

“This is my hat,” Mike informs him dryly. “You stole it from my wardrobe this morning.”

He expects Will to shoot another remark back at him, but instead he brings them to a stop, and slowly fixes how the hat is sitting on Mike’s head, tugging out a few pieces of hair that were caught. “Well, if you’re going to steal it back, at least wear it properly,” he says quietly.

Mike’s face feels much warmer than the hat could ever make him, and Will can definitely tell because he starts grinning. “Feeling warm?” he asks innocently.

Mike just punches his arm before grabbing his hand again. “Come on, let’s skate. I think I’m getting the hang of it now.”

He was not, in fact, getting the hang of it. But after a while (and more than a few stumbles that had Will catching him before he could topple onto the ice), he’s finally able to glide forward with some semblance of coordination. Both he and Will conveniently ignore the fact that they probably don’t need to hold hands anymore, and start making their way over to where the others have gathered near the shore.

“Well, don’t you two look adorable,” Lucas teases. Mike grabs a handful of snow from the bank and shoves it in Lucas’ face. The movement makes him tilt forward a little, and Will grabs him around the waist to steady him.

Lucas now looks positively gleeful. “Shut up,” Mike mutters. Then, because he wants a distraction: “There’s hot chocolate being sold on the other bank. Shall we?”

El quickly agrees, clapping her mittened hands together, and as one, they all set off. Mike may or may not purposefully stumble at the start so that Will holds his hand again. Max shoots him a look, but hey, it works, so Mike is not complaining. The others start up a light conversation that Mike lets fade into the background as he sneaks glances at Will out of the corner of his eye. Halfway across the lake, it starts snowing, and little snowflakes hang off Will’s eyelashes and hair. Against the wintery white background and the distant fairlights that glow in the trees, he looks ethereal. Of course, then he shoots an evil grin at Mike and shouts: “Race you!”, and Mike’s moment of inner awe is promptly ruined.

Groaning to himself, he attempts to follow the rest of the party as they speed across the lake, whooping and shouting. He’s vaguely impressed with himself when he makes it to the other shore in one piece, only a minute behind the others, and also ahead of Dustin. Will grins at him and presses a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate into his hands.

“Good job,” he says, steam from his own cup floating in front of his face. “You didn’t fall over.”

Mike takes a sip of chocolate and immediately regrets it as he burns his tongue. “Yeah, well, you’re a good teacher.” He sticks his tongue out and attempts to catch snowflakes to soothe the burn, and Will laughs at him. They make their way over to a quiet spot on the shore, a little ways away from the hot chocolate stand, and sit down on a tree root. Mike watches his friends as El attempts to teach them all to skate backwards.

Will presses his leg against Mike’s and asks: “Having a good time?”

“Yeah,” he replies, honestly. “Yeah, I really am.”

The smile that Will gives him is brilliant. “I’m glad.”

“I have a good time whenever I’m with you,” Mike blurts out, unable to stop himself. He promptly buries his head in his hot chocolate cup and blows so the steam rises, hiding his face from view.

Will is quiet for a moment before he speaks again. “That’s how I feel about you, too,” he says, voice soft. “You always make everything better.”

Mike feels as if someone has dumped his hot chocolate on his head, with the way his whole body is suddenly warm. Feeling daring, he wraps his arm around Will, and Will responds by tucking his head onto Mike’s shoulder. And for a moment, it feels like the whole world grinds to a stop. Mike can no longer hear the laughter of his friends, all he can feel is the gentle tickle of Will’s hair against his neck, and the sweet taste of chocolate in his mouth. He wonders if Will also tastes of chocolate.

Gently, he squeezes Will’s shoulder and says, “I wish you were here all the time. I know California’s been good for you and El, but still. I just wish you could stay for a little bit longer.”

Will rests his hand on Mike’s leg and exhales slowly. “I wish I could stay, too.”

There’s something in his tone that Mike doesn’t quite know how to place. Almost like he’s hiding something. But the moment is a little too perfect for him to press further, so he just accepts Will’s words with a smile that’s a little bit sad. At least, when they’re back in separate states, he can rest easy in the knowledge that Will misses him too.

Phase Three: The Dustin Conspiracy

The next morning commences day three: phase three. Mike has to admit that everything has gone surprisingly well so far, and when Dustin announces that it’s time for: “Christmas baking,” Mike is expecting today to go great. They stick on some Christmas music, pull a gingerbread recipe from a magazine, and get to work.

Of course, between the six of them, things rapidly devolve into chaos, as Lucas attempts to crack eggs, El tries to whip butter, and Dustin sits on the counter and calls instructions (“No, Lucas, don’t put the shell in-” “I’m not trying to put the shell in-” “Max that’s flour not sugar!” “And who died and made you head chef, Dustin?”).

Mike shoots Will a smile as they hunt around for the cookie cutters. “Our friends are so peaceful, aren’t they?”

“Oh, of course,” Will replies with a smirk. “So sweet and quiet.”

“Tender and mild,” Mike remarks as Silent Night plays over the speakers. They look at each other once more before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Oh! Here.” Will pulls out a metal tin while Mike wipes tears from his eyes. “We haven’t used these since we were about six-years-old.”

“I remember that,” Mike says fondly. “We totally almost burnt down the kitchen.”

Will opens the tin and pulls out a reindeer cutter. “Yeah, we left them in the oven for too long and you cried like a baby.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Okay, did you miss the part where we were six-years-old?”

Will grins at him. “But you were so sweet though. You forced yourself to eat a whole cookie because you were so worried that I would be upset if you didn’t like them.”

Mike busies himself with unpacking the tin, feeling a little embarrassed. “I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Wow, that’s weirdly nice of you, Mike,” Max says jokingly. “Where was that attitude when I came along?”

Mike flushes at her words, not realizing the rest of the room was listening in. It’s not often that he or Will share stories from before the party, when it was just the two of them, but he knows that Dustin and Lucas are always keenly interested. Sure enough, Lucas chimes in,

“Tell us more stories, Will.”

“Yeah, tell us baby Mike stories!” El’s face is bright with intrigue. “I want to hear.”

“Oh, sure,” Mike grumbles. “What, is it Embarrass Mike Day today?”

“Oh, come on,” Will pouts, and for a moment Mike does feel like a child again, as if he’s got six-year-old Will staring back at him. “Just one?”

Mike rolls his eyes and relents with a waved hand. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

He sets about stirring the ingredients together, because someone has to (what even is nutmeg?), while Will starts telling a story. Thankfully, it’s only about the one time that Will accompanied the Wheeler’s on vacation, and nothing too embarrassing.

As he fumbles his way through the recipe, he relaxes a little. He’s missed Will’s storytelling voice - it reminds him of the rare occasions when he would agree to be Dungeon Master. He can tell by the reactions of his friends, that they too are a little entranced. It’s not often that Will lets himself go like this, and really gets into something, but it certainly is a sight to behold. With the gingerbread dough done, Mike leans an elbow on the counter and rests his gaze back on Will. They lock eyes for a moment, and Will gives him a brilliant smile that makes his stomach flip. By the time the story ends, Mike has rolled out the dough and used the cookie cutters to make (slightly messy) reindeers and gingerbread men.

“So, I guess you’ve always been this stupidly earnest,” says Max. Mike considers the assessment. It’s something that Will has actually said to him before, albeit in a much nicer way. That one of his favorite things about Mike is how he acts with so much sincerity and conviction no matter the situation.

“Guess so,” he replies, shooting a sideways glance at Will, who is still smiling at him. “Let’s get these in the oven.” He gestures to the tray. “And, let’s not forget to take them out, this time.”

Will laughs and grabs the tray off the bench. “We can’t have you crying again, can we?”

They smile at each other for a second, reminiscing.

Of course, the moment is ruined when Dustin opens up the tin of cinnamon and tips it onto Will’s head.

“Dustin!” Will splutters, as powder rains down all over his hair and his sweater. “What was that for?”

“Oops,” Dustin says innocently. “Slipped.”

Mike waves his hand in front of his face and coughs slightly as cinnamon powder works its way into his lungs. He shoots a glare at Dustin, taking Will’s arm and walking him to the sink.

“Don’t open your eyes,” he warns. “It’s like, all over your face.”

He wets a paper towel and goes to hand it to Will, but he catches Dustin miming something out of the corner of his eye. A very over the top charade of him pretending to wipe something of El’s face, who is giggling in the corner. Mike rolls his eyes but gets the picture.

“Okay, hold still,” he says to Will, before gently wiping the towel over his eyelids. Feeling a little self-conscious under four sets of eyes he sends them all a glare over his shoulder.

“Would you lot do something useful? Like wipe up the mess? Or put the biscuits in the oven?”

They spring into action with sheepish grins, grabbing more paper towels to wipe cinnamon off the floor and benches, and Lucas shoves the baking tray into the oven.

“Am I good yet?” Will asks him. Mike wipes his face a few more times.

“Think so.” Will’s hazel eyes blink open and he sends Mike a grateful smile, before shaking his hair out like a dog. Mike laughs and grabs him by the arm to steady him when he gets a little dizzy.

Will blows his fringe out of his face and holds his arms out as if presenting himself for inspection. “Better?”

Mike looks at him consideringly. “I think you need a new jumper.”

Will makes a face and goes to pull his ruined jumper off.

“Just chuck it in the laundry,” Mike says. “I’ll grab you a new one.”

He runs up the stairs and into his room, spotting Will’s suitcase on the floor next to the bed. He pauses for a moment, considering, before turning to his own wardrobe and pulling out a forest green sweater that Nancy got him last Christmas, that has on it a little dinosaur wearing a Santa hat. He grins to himself. Perfect.

When he comes back downstairs, Will is apparently in the bathroom. Mike rounds on Dustin immediately. “What was up with that?”

Dustin gives him a knowing look. “It was the perfect plan, that’s what’s up. Close physical contact plus helping someone in a time of need? That’s a recipe for love if I’ve ever heard it.” Then, he points down at the sweater in Mike’s hands. “And that is definitely your jumper, you wore it last Christmas. Sharing clothes is romantic trope number one.”

Mike squints at him. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Or like you’ve read too many romance novels.”

Dustin just shrugs benignly and Will re-enters the kitchen, hair dripping.

“Dude, what did you do?” Lucas asks.

Will grimaced. “Stuck my head under the tap. I thought it would be a good way to get rid of the cinnamon.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” says Dustin.

Will sends him a look. “Sure you are.”

Mike hands him the jumper, and Will doesn’t say anything about the fact that it’s not his.

“Well.” Dustin claps his hands, looking pleased. “Let’s check on those cookies, shall we?”

Later on, when the party has left and Mike and Will are curled up in bed (yes, Mike didn’t feel the need to remind Will that the sleeping bags were now dry, and no, Will didn’t feel the need to ask), Will brings up the jumper thing. He’s still got it on, as the weather is just cold enough to wear sweaters to bed.

“So, this isn’t mine,” he says, tweaking the neckline.

Mike scrambles for an excuse. “Uh, I couldn’t find your suitcase?”

Will looks at him disbelievingly.

“I mean, I couldn’t find a jumper inside your suitcase?”

Will smiles. “It’s okay, Mike. I like this jumper.”

“Oh. Right.” Mike can’t stop himself from adding: “It looks good on you.”

Will says nothing, just ducks his head a little so it sits below Mike’s face. Mike suspects that he’s hiding a blush, which makes him ridiculously happy. And yep, sure enough, when Will pulls back his cheeks are slightly flushed.

“Your hair still smells like cinnamon,” Mike whispers.

Will grins and promptly shoves his head under Mike’s nose again. Mike pushes him gently away and sneezes. “God,” he says, eyes watering. “Dustin really did a number on you.”

Will shrugs, running his hand through his hair so it sits back off his forehead. “I like cinnamon.”

“You’re going to make my sheets smell,” Mike complains, although he really doesn’t mind.

“Yeah, and everytime you go to sleep, you’ll have good memories. That’s how olfaction works, right? You’ll smell a good smell and have nice dreams.”

Mike laughs. “Okay, nerd. When did you swallow a biology textbook? I’ll be sure to sniff my pillows real hard after you’re gone so I dream of you.”

Will smiles back, and Mike’s only half-joking, because the scent lingers in his nose and he’s sure that from now on cinnamon is only ever going to remind him of Will.

They settle down into the bed, and even after just two nights, Mike doesn’t hesitate to draw Will closer when he curls his body around Mike’s.

“Christmas Eve tomorrow,” he whispers. “You excited?"

He feels Will nod against his chest. “Yeah. I kind of like Christmas Eve better than Christmas Day. Just the anticipation of it all.” His words are blurry with sleep, so Mike just hums in response.

Will whispers a goodnight, and Mike just about whispers one back before he too drifts off, the scent of cinnamon in his nose. And you know what? That night he does have good dreams.

Phase Four (Suprise Edition): El’s Wisdom Saves The Day

Mike, Will, and El spend Christmas Eve morning babysitting Holly, and really, Mike doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more adorable sight than Will teaching his little sister how to draw. They lounge about the living room floor, eating candy canes with the radio on, and Mike spends most of the morning with a dopey smile on his face, which El definitely teased him about, but he’s far too gone on the whole situation to really care. Of course, when she drags him into the kitchen under the pretense of getting snacks, he starts to care a little more.

“What are you doing?” Blunt and straight to the point, as she always is.

“What do you mean?” Mike tries to dodge the question. “We’re babysitting Holly.”

El sends him a pointed look that Mike just knows she’s picked up from Max. “I mean, what are you doing with Will?”

“Oh, that.” Mike struggles for an answer. “I don’t really know.” Truthfully, there have been half a dozen times over the past few days where Mike thought that Will was going to say something to him. He had been hoping that something would be Will confessing his feelings because after all, Will had always been the brave one.

“The plans,” El prompts. “Have they been working?”

Mike fills up a glass with juice for her, and then for himself, just to give his hands something to do. “I think so,” he says slowly. “I mean we keep having all these moments.”

“Moments?”

“Yeah, like, when we were ice skating, or even last night when we watched that movie, he put his head on my shoulder.”

El sips her juice. “You want to know what I think?”

“Always.”

“I think plans are stupid. And we’re not stupid.”

“Well,” Mike says, thinking of the party. “We’re probably a little stupid.”

El giggles. “No, I mean that you don’t need a plan. Will’s my brother, and I know he is brave, but he will never tell you how he feels without you bringing it up first.”

“Well, maybe if I drop enough hints-”

“Hints?” El makes a face of disgust. “No hints. I hate hints. I wish people would just say how they feel, all the time. It would make everything so much easier.”

And Mike has to agree. “So, you think I should just confess? Just say it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Okay, but what if he doesn’t like me back?” Although a lot of his doubt had been washed away this week, Mike can’t help the little bit that remains.

El’s tone is gentle when she speaks. “Mike, none of that matters. Will loves you and he is always going to be your best friend. Even if he doesn’t feel the same, he won’t be angry. He would never be angry with you. You should just tell him.”

And that’s probably the most reassuring thing Mike has ever heard in his life.

“God, when did you get so wise?” He nudges El with his elbow.

El grins. “I’ve always been wise.” And for a moment, she seems so different to that little girl Mike had once hid in his basement.

“California’s been really good for you, huh?”

El nods. “Yes, it really has.” Then she pauses. “But I would still come back to Hawkins, if I could.”

“Really? Even after everything bad that’s happened here?”

“Hawkins is my home,” she says simply. “The first place I ever had a family. You, Max, Lucas, Dustin.” She floats her juice out of her glass and sends the bubble of liquid floating up towards the ceiling. “And now Will is my family, too. And I had brothers and sisters before, but they weren’t the same. Will and Jonathan and Joyce. They’re my family.” The juice falls back into the glass with a splash. “Me and Will have talked a lot. Helped each other. We understand each other. And I think we could do it - move back here.”

“Yeah?” Mike feels a little emotional. Not just about El and how free she’s become, but about the possibility that the Byers could once again call Hawkins their home.

“Yes. We’ve come a long way, Mike.”

He nods. “Yeah. Me too.”

They share a smile, and despite all their teasing and their hijinks, Mike feels truly grateful to have such great friends.

Then the doorbell rings and he hears Max shout, “Wheeler, open up. We’re freezing out here,” and the moment is effectively ruined.

He sends an exasperated glance at El. “Can’t get one moment of peace around here.”

The doorbell rings again, and El grins and runs into the hallway. “Who needs peace when you have friends?” she calls over her shoulder.

Mike supposes that’s true. The parents arrive back home a few minutes after the party, so he’s able to give Holly back to them, and join the others in the basement. Mrs Byers pokes her head in after a few moments and pulls El and Will away for ‘family stuff’, whatever that means. And with Will gone, so is Mike’s safety shield and the interrogation starts immediately.

“So, what’s been happening-”

“The ice skating was totally romantic. You guys looked like you were on an actual date-”

“I know that the sleeping bags are still in the laundry, Wheeler, so don’t even deny that my plan worked-”

“Okay, everyone shut up,” he says loudly. He tries to summarize. “Nothing has happened, ice skating was fun, don’t even talk to me about sleeping bags, and no, Dustin, cinnamon in the face is absolutely not romantic.”

“Hey, let’s not forget that there wouldn’t even be a plan, if not for me. Cinnamon or no cinnamon, I deserve credit.”

Mike makes a face. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Nothing’s even happened yet.”

“But you’ve shared a bed, right?” Max asks, leaning forward. “And Will is definitely not wearing his own jumper.”

“You held hands, basically all day at the ice skating rink. That has to mean something-”

“Okay, okay,” Mike holds his hands up, somewhat regretting even getting himself into this situation. “If something does happen - and that’s an if, I’ll let you know. Now, can we lay off the questioning? I feel like I’m in one of my mom’s rom-coms.”

“The fact that you even know what a rom-com is tells me everything I need to know,” says Max.

Mike flips her off.

“Mike!” Will’s voice travels down to the basement. “Come up here for a second?”

Lucas grins. “Better go see what he wants, huh?”

“Yeah, have fun up there, loverboy-”

“No, Dustin, absolutely not.”

Mike scurries up the stairs, feeling a little relieved to escape the questioning (and Dustin’s horrifying nicknames). He passes El on the way up. “Any idea what’s up?”

Her eyes gleam. “Good news, I think.”

That bodes surprisingly well, so Mike runs up the rest of the stairs, taking them too at a time. In the front hallway, Will is waiting for him.

“What’s up?”

Will doesn’t say anything, just grabs Mike’s arm and pulls him outside onto the back porch.

“Okay,” Mike laughs, as he follows. “What’s going on?”

Will pulls the back door shut, and turns to Mike. He’s beaming, eyes alight, and Mike suddenly thinks that this is it. His efforts over the past few days haven’t gone unnoticed. And Will’s about to tell him that he feels the same. That he likes him. Will opens his mouth to speak, and Mike’s heart just about jumps out of his chest.

“We’re moving back to Hawkins!” Will bursts out, looking giddy with happiness.

And…that’s not what Mike expected. His heart dampens a bit in disappointment, before he actually processes the words that Will said, and it speeds right back up again. “What?”

“Yeah! We decided just then. Well, officially decided - we’ve been talking about it for months and I wanted to tell you so bad, but I didn’t want to get your hopes up just in case - but we’re doing it. We’re moving back.”

The excitement in Will’s voice is palpable and Mike can’t help the reflexive smile that slides onto his face.

“This holiday, it was sort of like a trial run,” Will continues, a little less breathless than before. “To see if we could do it - you know, to see if me and El were okay. Make sure we don't feel anything, anymore.”

Mike nodded slowly, still feeling a little speechless.

“And we didn’t. So, we’re doing it. Just in time for senior year, too.”

And suddenly, Mike feels as if all his worries have evaporated. It was a quiet whisper of fear that he hadn’t expressed to any of his friends, when they first came up with the plan. That maybe, just maybe, if all of this worked, and Will did love him back, he would only end up going back to California and they wouldn’t even get to be together. Not properly. But now? The very thing he had wished for, ever since the Byers’ first moved away, was coming true.

Will’s still looking at him, eyes bright and hopeful, face plastered with a smile that makes Mike’s heart jolt. Distantly, he hears his friends' voices in his head. Dustin’s bold, ‘what’s the worst that could possibly happen?’ Lucas’ dry, ‘assuming, of course, that he’s not already in love with you.’ Max’s - well, Max’s voice is less of a voice and more of a very pointed look. And lastly, El’s gentle and understanding, ‘you should just tell him.’

“Mike.” Will’s voice is a little hesitant. “Everything okay?”

And Mike means to say something reassuring and celebratory, he really does. He means to tell Will how excited he is that he’ll finally be coming home. Instead, his mouth moves without any input from his brain.

“I love you,” he blurts. No bells and whistles, no ribbons or wrapping. Just that, plain and simple. I love you.

He looks up at Will, trying to gauge his reaction. Good or bad, he just needs to know what he thinks. Will’s face however, is schooled into a polite sort of confusion.

“Uh, I love you, too?”

And it hits Mike, that Will, in all his unwillingness to make any assumptions, doesn’t quite grasp his meaning.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Mike manages, heart pounding. “I mean - of course, I love you, but I really mean that I love love you. Like I’m in love with you.”

And now Will’s face shows his feelings, eyebrows raised slightly in shock, mouth parted, eyes wide in a mix of confusion that moves to understanding that moves to something akin to affection.

“Romantically.” Mike feels the need to clarify. “I mean in a romantic sense.”

“Oh,” Will says softly. And then they both just stare at each other for a moment, and Mike feels like if Will doesn’t say something right now then he will actually explode.

Will takes a little step closer, and Mike hones in on his mouth, telling himself it’s only because if Will speaks, his non-existent powers of lipreading will allow him to understand quicker, just what he is saying. But Will’s mouth doesn’t start forming a sentence. Instead, it just moves closer, and closer, and closer, until he’s hovering just an inch away from Mike’s lips. Suddenly, Mike tears his eyes away from Will’s mouth (which looks soft and pink and oh, so kissable) and up to meet his gaze.

“Hi,” he whispers, and Will’s eyes crinkle in amusement.

“Hey.” Will shifts closer still, bracketing Mike against the porch railing with his arms.

“This is…cozy.” Mike mentally slaps himself for the awkwardness of that comment, but Will is huffing out a laugh that he can feel brush against his lips, and all rational thoughts disappear from his brain.

“Mike?” Will breathes, voice barely more than a whisper. Mike doesn’t think he’s managed a reply, but Will continues on anyway. “I love you, too.”

Then Will tilts his head forward, just a little bit more, and kisses him. And any semblance of sanity that Mike has left in his brain immediately melts into a puddle and seeps out of his body and between the porch floorboards. Will’s kiss is somehow exactly what Mike expected. It’s just Will. Soft and sweet, but also sure of itself, with a hand reaching up to gently hold Mike’s jaw. He tastes of peppermint, like the candy canes they were just eating, and his lips are warm. He eases Mike back against the railing, and Mike lets him, sure that if Will’s other hand wasn’t holding his waist, he would currently be collapsed on the floor.

When Will pulls back, Mike feels in a daze. He vaguely registers that Will is saying something to him, and pulls enough power back into his brain to ask: “What? Sorry, what did you say?”

Will gives him a knowing little grin, like he is well-aware of the effect he is having. “I asked if this is why you’ve been acting so weird? Not just you, but everyone.”

“Oh,” Mike says, cheeks flushing. “Maybe a little bit. We were kind of trying to make you fall in love with me - we had a whole plan and everything. Three steps.”

“Three whole steps?” Will teases. “Well, too bad the whole thing was unnecessary, because I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Mike pretends that he doesn’t hear the amazed little giggle that exits his own voice box. “Lucas said something like that. That the plan assumed that you weren’t already in love with me.”

“Ah, yeah, he kind of already knew,” Will admits sheepishly.

“What ? He knew?”

“Well, falling in love at eleven-years-old is a big deal! I had to tell someone, and it’s not like I could talk to you, so Lucas seemed like a good option.”

Mike shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe he knew this whole time.”

“Yeah, we’ve had a lot of phone calls about it,” Will says. And then Mike pauses, as he realizes something.

“Eleven-years-old? You fell in love with me when you were eleven-years-old?”

Will flushes. “Um, yeah. It’s been a long time, I know, but-”

“I was ten,” Mike cuts him off, and Will blinks up at him. “I was ten when I fell in love with you.”

“Oh,” Will breathes. Then his face breaks out into a grin and he pokes Mike in the ribs. “So, you totally fell first. I am never going to let you live that down.”

And then he darts forward once more to place a quick kiss on Mike’s lips. When he goes to pull back, Mike grabs onto the front of his sweater - no, Mike’s sweater, that Will is still wearing - and holds him in place. He feels Will smile against his lips for a moment, before he obliges and kisses Mike again.

Mike lets his brain go fuzzy and focuses on the smooth, warm movements of Will’s mouth. He lets himself get swept away on the wave that’s crashing through his body, making his stomach feel pleasantly warm, and his skin tingle. Where Will learnt to kiss like this, Mike has no idea, but he isn’t complaining. When Will pulls back, Mike has to physically stop himself from chasing his lips again, and Will huffs out a little laugh.

He feels as if a million thoughts should be racing through his brain right now - he should be trying to process the wave of happy emotion he is currently feeling, but instead when he opens his mouth, all he manages to say is: “Kiss me again?”

And yep, he supposes that just about sums up the only coherent thing in his head right now. Luckily, Will obliges, and tilts his chin up to capture Mike’s lips in another kiss. And wow, it’s just as head-swimmingly good as the last two, and Mike knows he is never going to get sick of this feeling. Will retreats though, after only a brief moment and bumps his forehead gently against Mike’s.

“We should probably head back inside. The others will be wondering where we are.”

Mike’s about to protest, but then he thinks about everyone coming looking and finding them kissing on the porch, and makes a face. He doesn’t think he could stand the smug looks.

“Yeah,” he agrees, tangling Will’s hand in his own. “Let’s head back inside.”

He lets Will pull him towards the basement, and they pause on the stairs. Will holds up their joined hands. “Should we just tell them now? Get it over with?”

Mike’s about to agree, when another thought occurs to him. He looks at Will with a conspiring grin. “Or, we could make our own plan.”

Understanding blooms on Will’s face and he grins wickedly (and damn, if mischievous is not a good look on him). After a few minutes of planning, they push open the basement door, hands still joined. The chattering of their friends grinds to a halt, and Mike can see four sets of eyes look at his and Will’s hands, and then look frantically at each other.

“We have news,” Will says brightly, pulling Mike down onto the couch, so close he’s almost sitting in his lap. The others glance at each other once more, before jumping into a flurry of motion. Dustin drops the VHS tapes he was holding, Lucas and Max hurry over from where they were chatting by the window, and El releases her hold on the Millenium Falcon toy she was hovering, letting it drop to the ground with a crash. All four scramble over furniture items to come sit, stand, and kneel in front of the couch, and Mike feels vaguely like he’s a kindergarten teacher about to read a storybook. He nudges Will’s arm and asks: “Ready?”

Will nods and looks across at them all, pausing for a long moment to let the tension build. “Okay. Our news is…”

He stalls for an unbearably long time, so Mike pinches his side, wanting him to just spit it out so they can get their friends' reactions.

“Okay, okay. We’re moving back to Hawkins!”

“What?”

“That’s your news?”

“But what about-” El catches on quickly, and shuts Dustin up with an elbow to the side.

“Yes! That’s the big news,” she says, standing up and shoving herself onto the armrest of the couch next to Will. She slings her arm around his shoulder. “We’re moving back! For senior year.” She glances down at everyone’s shocked faces. “Well, aren’t you all pleased?”

Immediately, the rest of the party scramble out their happy responses. Max jumps up and squeals, wrapping El into a hug as Lucas and Dustin do the same to Will. Due to their proximity, Mike gets an elbow or two in the ribs and he shoves both of them off.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs. He slides his hand onto Will’s leg and grins internally at the way Dustin’s eyes boggle. “Glad you’re all so pleased.”

Will leans forward and rests his chin on a hand, face breaking into a cheeky smile. “You all seemed so shocked. I mean, what other news were you possibly expecting?” Then he slides his hand into Mike’s where it’s resting in his lap, with a big exaggerated movement that draws everyone’s attention.

Lucas stares at Will, as if attempting to telepathically communicate. Will just stares at Mike who, in turn, stares at Dustin, who stares at El, who stares (and probably succeeds in telepathically communicating) at Max, who stares back at Lucas.

Max is the first one to break the silence. “You’re fucking with us, aren’t you?”

And that’s enough to send Mike into a fit of laughter.

At once, four voices break into excited chatter.

“I told you, Mike. Didn’t I say that this was a good idea-”

“I know that my plan worked best. Ice skating is the perfect date-”

“Oh, come on, Lucas, you seriously think yours was the best? The sleeping bags are literally still in the laundry-”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Will laughs. “Everyone calm down.”

“So,” says El. “Are you dating now?”

Mike glances sideways at Will, feeling a little embarrassed by all the attention. And by the fact that they hadn’t actually taken the time to decide on that answer. But Will smoothes away his worries with a quick nod of his head.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to make a big deal of it.”

“Are you kidding? This is a huge deal-”

“You so owe us, Mike. This whole plan was a huge success-”

Mike sees Will’s confusion and leans over to give him a brief overview of the whole plan thing. “It’s kind of embarrassing, really,” he mutters at the end.

Will sends him a bright smile. “Nah. It’s kind of sweet.”

Max mimes vomiting at them, so Mike throws a pillow at her.

“So, Will, enlighten us. Did our plans work?”

Will contemplates. “Well, Lucas’ definitely. Max’s was a nice addition. Dustin - your plan was just chaos and I’m still finding cinnamon in my hair.”

“Hey-” Dustin tries to object, but Mike cuts him off.

“El’s plan worked the best.”

The others look around at each other in disbelief. “What? El didn’t even have a plan, she helped with mine,” says Max.

El smiles from her perch next to Will. “My plan was the best plan, because it wasn’t a plan.”

“She basically told me just suck it up and get it over with,” Mike explains. “Really, someone should have said something sooner.”

“We tried-”

“You wouldn’t hear a word of it-”

“Oh, so now you’re capable of talking to Will like a normal person-”

Will ducks his head down to stage-whisper in Mike’s ear. “They’re just so supportive, aren’t they?”

“Truly, we have incredible friends.”

Will laughs and wraps an arm around El. “Well, I definitely have an incredible sister.”

And honestly, the whole moment is so incredibly saccharine that if Mike was surrounded by any other group of people, he would have found the entire thing obnoxious. But he supposes that they are a bunch of sixteen-year-olds at the end of the day, and this has been a long time coming, so he sits back and lets the conversation wash over him.

After the chaos dies down a bit, Dustin brings back their attention to what is really, the most important question.

“Wait, so, you weren’t joking before right? With the whole distraction bit? You really are moving back to Hawkins?”

Will and El exchange glances. “Yeah, we are,” Will says. “The lab and the Upside Down - it’s all gone now. And it’s been long enough that El won’t be in danger, and long enough that living here doesn’t feel like a nightmare, anymore. So, yeah. We’re moving back.”

Will’s words bring the tone down just a notch, and Mike finds himself feeling silently grateful as the high-strung energy seeps out of the room.

Max gives a firm nod and turns to El. “It’s going to be okay. In fact, it’s going to be great. And nothing’s happened for almost two years. You’ll be safe.”

“I know we will,” El says. “I’m sure of it.”

They all settle a little as the news sinks in. Lucas pulls El into a celebratory hug, and Dustin beams around at them all.

“The party,” he proclaims with grandeur. “We were once apart, but now: together once more.”

Everyone collectively rolls their eyes (“Dustin, stop being pretentious-” “You seriously have got to start talking normally-” “You’re so overdramatic-”).

But the message sinks in nonetheless. The party is back, and they’re back for good. Mike grins to himself and nudges Will in the side.

“Worthwhile trip, right?” he whispers. “And it’s not even Christmas Day yet.”

“Like I said,” Will whispers back. “Christmas Eve is always so much better.”

And he’s right. Between the overlapping chatter of his friends, the faint sound of Christmas music and wine glasses clinking from upstairs, the way Will is sitting next to him, their ankles tangled together, Hawkins has never felt more like home.

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(𐙚⋆.˚) what xikers would get you for christmas !

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 4.1k w. probably curse words! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

minjae — a designer bag with tickets to an all included holiday and lingerie set.

minjae likes to spoil you. he has since the day he met you and he will till the day he dies. he wants you to feel taken care of and pampered, because you’re his princess and no one could ever change that.

“here, open this one next” he says as he hands you a large box with a bow sitting proudly in the middle. you couldn’t help but smile at how giddy he looked, feeling your heart be invaded by warmth.

you opened the box and let out a small gasp at the sight of the very expensive looking bag. your eyes darted towards his face, watching him smile before setting aside the box and throwing your body on his. “it’s so beautiful, thank you jae”

he smiled wider and held you close to him, leaving a kiss on your cheek before speaking again “there’s more, look inside of it”

you gave him a questioning look before reaching for the bag, staying in your place between his legs as you looked inside of it. the first thing you took out was a small silk bag which you found to contain a small, beautiful set of pink lingerie. “oh my god” you laughed softly as you looked at it.

“that one was a little selfish thinking, i have to say” he chuckled from behind you, his arms surrounding your middle as his lips found the span of your neck.

you shook your head with humor, already itching to reach for the last thing in the bag, a white envelope with your name on it. minjae stopped his kisses as you opened it, feeling a little nervous as to what your reaction would be when you saw the contents of the envelope.

“you’re kidding me” you muttered breathlessly when you took out two plane tickets with both of your names on it “we’re going on a trip?” you asked as you looked back at him. minjae nodded at your words with a sheepish smile, letting himself laugh softly when you basically tackled him in a hug, thanking him profusely as you held onto his body.

it’s safe to say that you both thoroughly enjoyed the trip (and the lingerie).

junmin — a series of your favorite vinyls and a record player.

junmin always makes sure to get you things he knows you’ll love and use. he wants you to feel seen and listened to, so when you told him in passing how much you wanted a record player he knew he had christmas in the bag.

“these two go together,” he said as he handed you two large gifts he pulled from under the tree in your living room, watching you with a soft smile. “you can open whichever you’d like first though”

you nodded, smiling like a little kid as you grabbed the wrapped elements from his hands. you had always loved christmas, but with a boyfriend like junmin the excitement was doubled; tripled even. he always knew exactly what to get you, and you were sure it wasn’t any different this time.

“wanna guess what it is?” he asked as he watched you with a smile of his own, leaning his body on his hands that rested on the floor. he looked like an insane mix of hot and cute with the christmas pajamas you had made him wear, and it just made the moment all more special.

“uhm… it feels like a briefcase” you said as you touched the wrapped object. what could he have gotten you that came in a briefcase? wait. junmin laughed as your eyes became wide with realization, not even letting seconds pass by before you were tearing the paper open to find a beautiful record player in your hands. “no way… wait, are those-?” you asked without being able to properly form a sentence before grabbing the second gift and unwrapping it to find multiple of your favorite records.

you looked up at your boyfriend with your jaw slack “baby, that’s all really fucking expensive” you said with surprise laced in your voice.

“you know i don’t care about money as long as you’re happy” he smiled, his eyes twinkling like only they could.

you carefully set aside the things before launching at his body, hugging him tightly “thank you so much, i love you” you muttered, voice muffled on his chest.

“of course, my love, i love you too,” he smiled as he hugged you back.

sumin — brand new customized headphones and phone case that match his.

sumin loves to match with you. it gives him a certain feeling of belonging, it shows others that you two are together and proud of it. so when he has the chance to give you something he made and that matches with something of his, he will take the opportunity.

“i hope you like them” he smiled as he handed you a wrapped box to open.

you thanked him as you grabbed the item, not taking long before you uncovered the headphones he had bought you. you looked up at him with an astonished smile, and he urged you to open it so you could see what was inside.

he felt giddy as he watched you curiously unravel the headphones, mouth falling agape when you saw they were covered in little doodles that were drawn by no other than your own boyfriend. you looked up at him with a smile that made his heart flutter. “they’re so cool, babe, thank you so much”

he nodded with a proud smile as he reached behind him to grab his own headphones from the coffee table, placing them next to yours “i remembered you told me that you liked mine, so i made it so the drawings matched” he pointed at certain doodles that seemed to complete each other, as well as two little characters who looked like they were having a conversation.

“that’s so cute, i love it, thank you” you smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

he smiled and stole a peck from your lips before handing you another thing “this one too, go” you gave him a sheepish smile and grabbed the gift, opening it to reveal a phone case of the same style. “that one is matching, too” he revealed as he lifted up his phone, showing you his matching phone case.

you couldn’t contain your excitement as you took your phone case off your phone, popped on the new one and smiled at the sight “you even left a clear part for your phone case” you cooed.

“of course, people have to see my beautiful face,” he shrugged with a smug smile, causing you to chuckle.

jinsik — a music box like the one you had when you were little.

jinsik knows you like the palm of his hand. he loves to know everything about you, especially because of the adorable face you make when he remembers something you had once told him in passing, even if it was something as insignificant as the name of your coworker or something precious like your favorite childhood toys.

“okay, one last one” he smiled as he watched you adorably sitting in the middle of a pile of wrapping paper on your floor. “this one is a little special”

“all of them are special” you smiled back and made grabby hands at him, waiting for him to give you the last gift of the pile.

“well, this one is even more special” he insisted, internally cooing at how precious you had sounded and handing you the box.

“i’m sure it is” you said before tearing the paper off, being met with a cardboard box wrapped with bubble wrap. you gave him a questioning look, waiting until he encouraged you to open it to tear it off. jinsik looked at you with anticipation as you finally opened the box, finding a porcelain, pink and gold circular box. you stared at it with your mouth agape before looking at him, finding his soft eyes already on you. “is it what i think it is?”

he nodded, and you rushed to take it out and admire it, opening it and smiling even harder as you watched the small ballerina spinning inside the box.

“do you like it? i tried to make sure it was the same as the one you told me about” he said, voice soft as he looked at you expectantly. you met his eyes again, but now yours were filled with tears.

“i love it so much” you said, smiling even through the tears as you cupped the gift to your chest. “it’s perfect”

“aww, don’t cry” he cooed as he opened his arms, waiting for you to settle into his arms so he could run his hand through your hair calmly. “i’m glad you like it”

“thank you so much” you said, wiping your tears away from your cheeks, to which he answered by kissing your forehead.

hyunwoo — a handmade photobook of your relationship along with a polaroid camera.

hyunwoo valued your relationship more than most things in his life. every moment with you was special to him no matter how it was spent. he treasured every second that you were by his side and he always tried to express it, even when sometimes his words weren’t enough.

“you have to bear with me on this one, alright? i really did try” he warned as he pulled two boxes out from under the christmas tree. “this one first, here” he instructed, giving you the biggest gift.

“you know i will love absolutely anything you give me” you said, all smiley because of how adorable you found your boyfriend in that moment and grabbing the object off his hands.

“yeah, but still” he shrugged and waited expectantly as he watched you with a giddy smile, anxious to see what you thought of the gift he had tried so hard with.

you tore the paper quickly, smiling widely at the sight of a baby blue book with both your names on it and your anniversary date on the cover, along with a picture of both of you and a bunch of hearts around it. you opened it to skim the pages, looking at the picture you had taken with a group of friends the day you met, followed by a picture of you on your first date.

“you made this?” you asked, almost breathless as you continued to flip through the pages.

“yeah, it took a lot of cutting and gluing,” he chuckled, watching you fondly even when you weren’t particularly paying attention to him, too engrossed in the book in your hands. “what do you think?”

“baby, it’s beautiful” you smiled as you reached over to him, enveloping him in your arms as you kissed his cheek. “thank you so much”

“of course, i’m glad you like it” he hugged you back, happy that you had liked it as much as he wanted you to. “there’s another one, though, here” he waited until you broke away from him to give you the other box.

you opened it with a smile, letting out a small squeal when you opened it to see the matching baby blue polaroid camera.

“that way we can keep adding to it whenever you want” he smiled, and you went back to his arms, sitting in the middle of his legs and extending the camera.

“cheese” you exclaimed, smiling widely and making him laugh in perfect timing for the flash to snap.

junghoon — a projector and matching pajama sets.

junghoon loves spending time with you more than anything in the world. his favorite time in the day was going home to curl up in bed with you and watch all your favorite movies, and he knew it was yours too.

“this one first” junghoon spoke as he handed you a gift, letting you open it while he looked at you silently. he didn’t want to miss a single second of your excited reactions to the gifts he got you.

“thank you, my love” you smiled as you grabbed it from him, opening it quickly to find the fluffiest, most comfy looking pair of hello kitty pajamas you had ever seen in your life “oh my god, it’s so cute”

“i got matching badtz-maru ones, since you always say he reminds you of me” he commented with a small smile.

“i love it, thank you so much” you smiled as you folded the pajamas once again, already thinking of how adorable you two would look with matching sanrio pajamas.

“this one is kind of a complimentary gift to that one” he smiled as he handed you a big box, making you look at him excitedly.

“thank you” you said as you opened it, mouth falling agape at the sight of the projector he had gotten you “you’re kidding”

junghoon chuckled at your astonished look “do you like it?”

“i love it!” you exclaimed as you looked up at him, almost bouncing on your seat with excitement. “we can watch movies in my room with the pajamas on!”

he nodded with a huge smile on his face, unable to contain the overwhelming feeling of love and appreciation he felt for you.

“of course we can, that’s why i got them together,” he said.

“i love them, so much” you smiled and reached to give him a peck on the lips. “thank you”

“of course, lovey” he smiled with slightly reddened cheeks.

seeun — a weighted blanket and a pillow with his face on it.

seeun is a silly little guy. he loves that he can have fun with you always, no matter the circumstances he found himself in. he dedicates his life into making you laugh or even smile, simply because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so pretty.

“you always go for the big one first” he complained as he watched you grab the enormous gift that sat under your christmas tree the second you both took a seat on the floor.

“obviously” you refuted, making him roll his eyes playfully. “i think i already know what it is, wait” you said happily as you felt under the paper.

“open it!” he urged you, giddy to watch your reaction to the gift he had put so much thought into.

“so impatient and bossy” you faked annoyance as you began tearing the paper, uncovering a light pink, really fluffy surface. “oh my god, it’s so cute” you cooed as you began unfolding it, not paying mind to the pillow that fell from underneath it yet.

“it’s weighted like you wanted, that way you won’t have a hard time sleeping when i’m not here” he smiled, pride in his chest at the sight of you so happy.

“i love it, thank you so much,” you smiled happily as you draped the heavy blanket on your shoulders, now moving on to the white pillow it came with. “is it a set? that’s really cute,” you said as you hugged the pillow to your body.

“you haven’t even seen the best part, turn it around” he said with a somewhat suspicious smile adorning his lips. you gave him a curious look before turning the pillow around, not being able to contain the loud laugh that came out when you saw what was printed on it.

right there, in the middle of the pillow laid a picture of his smiling face.

“now you won’t miss me as much, see? it’s all thought about” he smugly said as he watched you with stars in his eyes, marveled at the sight of your happiness due to his silly antics.

“i’ll miss you regardless, but i love it so much” you said, giggling still as you hugged the pillow to your chest once again. “now i know you’ll love what i got you”

now it was his turn to give you a questioning look, the pajamas you had made him with your face all over them still packed away and hidden under the tree.

yujun — a bulk amount of collectable items you like.

yujun will always support you, doesn’t matter what it is that you need support on. he loves watching you be happy, and he will always do his best to be part of the reason for your happiness. every little quirk of yours makes his heart soar with cuteness aggression, he just wants to squish you and kiss you every time you get excited about the smallest things. that’s why he will always pamper you and fuel your obsessions.

“i just know there’s at least one hirono doll under that tree” you commented as you watched him finish unwrapping one of the gifts you had gotten him.

he had the habit of wearing anything you ever got him immediately after receiving it, so now you were dealing with your boyfriend clad in a coat, two hats and a pair of sunglasses, making him look incredibly adorable.

“shh, no guesses” he shushed you, making you giggle slightly at his antics as you reached for a particularly big, boxy looking gift with your name on it. “of course you picked that one” he rolled his eyes with fake annoyance, making you even more curious as to what the gift contained.

“that’s not a suspicious thing to say at all,” you laughed, beginning to tear away the paper and smiling even wider when you saw a familiar picture on the box. “yujun!”

“what?” he asked, a goofy smile on his face as he watched your face light up with joy while desperately tearing the paper off, revealing the big box containing a ridiculous amount of small, hirono mystery boxes.

“you got so many! they’re so expensive!” you exclaimed “and they’re the little prince ones, i can’t do this” you said as you looked at him with excitement written all over your face.

“i know you wanted those, so i looked for them everywhere” yujun smiled proudly at the sight, feeling his heart shrink in adoration at how adorable you looked getting excited over such a simple thing. “wanna open one with me?”

“of course i do!” you happily said as you moved to rest between his legs, cuddling into his chest as you felt him wrap his arms around your middle, holding you dearly against him. you picked one of the boxes and began opening it, holding your breath in anticipation of what the first figurine would be. you were met with a small cloud being held by a little, blonde boy. “you’re kidding me” you deadpanned.

“what is it?” he questioned, peeking from behind you as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

“it’s the super secret edition, there’s like one in 144 chance to get it” you muttered, looking at the figurine with your mouth agape. your boyfriend let out a small ‘woah’ before being tackled by your weight, your limbs wrapping around his body like a koala “i love you so much! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

the boy smiled as he hugged you just as tight “i love you more, ynnie, merry christmas”

hunter — a box full of your essentials.

hunter always wants you to be taken care of. he doesn’t ever want it to get to a point where you're missing anything, even if it’s soap or a specific kind of ramyeon. his baby doesn’t deserve to wait, everything should be handed to you on a silver platter.

“there’s another one?” you asked, astonished as hunter handed you another gift, this one even bigger than all the other ones he had gotten you.

“just this one, i promise” he chuckled when you gave him a disapproving stare. he always went overboard with the gifts he got you, and although it did make you feel like a princess, it wasn’t needed.

“i don’t need you to buy me so many things, baby” you told him with a small smile adorning your lips.

“let’s hear you say that again when you open this one” he smiled back. even when you scolded him, he knew it made you feel appreciated when he pampered you, just like it did to him when you did.

you sighed, albeit a little humorously as you tore the paper off, finding a sealed box labeled ‘yn’s essentials’. you looked up at your boyfriend with a questioning look, finding him all smiley as he urged you to open it.

your smile only grew when you did, noticing all the small things that filled up the box. there was anything you could need (or want), from your favorite makeup items, snacks, candy, and food to your favorite hobbies and, new pajamas. you giggled as you lifted up the color by number book and the colored pencils, your heart clenching at how he had even remembered the small things you had once told him you wanted.

hunter watched you intently, looking for your reactions as you rummaged through the box with a huge smile on your face.

“do you like it?” he asked after a couple of seconds, waiting for you to voice the opinion he could already deduce from your face.

“i fucking love it. thank you so much, my love” you smiled as you left the box on the floor by your side, crawling through the paper-filled floor towards him to peck his cheek repeatedly. “you know me so well, it’s a little concerning but very heartwarming.”

your boyfriend couldn’t help but chuckle at your words “i love you so i pay attention to you, of course i know you”

he had sounded so dreamy that you couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl with a crush.

yechan — a handknit scarf and handmade gift card to compensate.

yechan always tried to surprise you in some way. he knew you loved how unpredictable he was most of the time. It kept you entertained, kept your relationship fresh and fun. still, his surprises weren’t always supposed to be amusing, but also heartwarming as a reminder that he loves you and would spend days on end doing something if it meant making you happy.

“so, i need you not to judge me on this one because i did try really hard” he said, the smile that was present on his lips morphing into a kind of glare of threat and an amused expression. “and if you don’t like it it’s my sister’s fault, not mine”

“sure, sure” you laughed as you grabbed the present from his hands, amused by his antics “i’m sure i’ll love it, though”

yechan couldn’t help but smile fondly at you. he loved the way you always reassured him even when you were joking. “aha, now open it” he urged you, making you roll your eyes and begin to tear the paper off.

you were slightly confused as you unwrapped the piece of knitted fabric. it was long, skinny and completely shapeless until you stretched it completely. “that’s such a cute scarf!” you smiled, immediately moving to put it on.

“you really like it?” he asked, hope laced in his voice as he watched you nod with a huge smile. “i made it myself” he muttered, suddenly sounding a little shy.

“baby, you did?” you asked with a slight gasp “since when do you know how to knit?”

“my sister taught me to because i wanted to make you something” he said, a sheepish smile on his face “i also made this in case you hated it” he pulled a paper out of his pocket, handing you a slip of paper with ‘$100 worth of clothes at your favorite stores as compensation’.

you laughed as you read it, looking up to him while shaking your head. “you’re unbelievable, but there’s no need because i love it.” you folded the paper again, putting it in your pocket “i’m very impressed, it’s really well done.”

“i’m glad that you like it, babe,” he smiled, a blush covering his cheeks because of all the compliments you were giving him. “it only took me like eleven tries”

you chuckled at his words, standing up so you could get closer to him and peck his cheek “thank you for putting so much effort, it means a lot to me” you muttered, giving him a sweet smile.

“you mean a lot to me, it’s the least i can do,” he said before hugging you and kissing your temple, now wearing a proud smile that would decorate his face for the rest of the day.

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lilacliquors · 1 year ago

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pairing: billy butcher x reader

word count: 1166

notes: on the twelfth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... billy butcher learning the true meaning of christmas!

and this is the final day of ficmas!! i said it the other day, but thank you so much for participating in our very successful 12 days of ficmas, and for enjoying the little one shots.

the full masterlist will be queued up for christmas day as a little gift to you, and then i'll go back to posting the stuff in my inbox / some other things in the coming days! have a happy holiday if you celebrate, and a very happy new year <3

if anyone was a pre-roast beast carving grinch, it was billy butcher. he was never one to get into the holiday spirit, claiming he had nothing to celebrate. nothing you did could help change his mind, he was so set in his ways. you, on the other hand, loved the holidays. they filled you with a kind of joy that only came around once a year. it had always been a big holiday with your family, and you carried on a lot of the traditions you all had.

you had your three types of cookies to bake: almond crescent, peppermint pinwheels, and gingerbread men. you started playing christmas music on black friday, queueing up your favorites right away and changing the radio station on the weekends to the one you knew would be playing nonstop holiday tunes. you had your whole apartment decorated just days after thanksgiving, and it looked perfect every time. so perfect, in fact, that billy couldn’t help but be in awe when he came by to visit you.

he knew you loved the holidays, he just couldn’t understand why. to him, it was just any other time of year, just much colder and far more annoying when you had random people ringing bells and collecting for sham charities. it was a load of bullshit to him, but rather than dim your light, he kept his mouth shut when he was with you. today was going to be a little harder, though, because he was joining you on a little shopping trip.

“why are we doing this again?” he asked, watching as you wrapped your scarf around your neck.

“because i picked a few names from an angel tree, and we’re going to give those kids a merry christmas. come on, this is the fun part,” you said.

“angel tree? the fuck is that?” he held the door open for you, and you both ventured out into the cold.

“okay, so, it’s a tree that has the names, ages, and christmas wishes of children from families that might not have the means to celebrate christmas. so, you pick a name, or a few, from the tree, and you fulfill their christmas wish! i think it’s a really great cause, i do it every year,” you explained, walking beside him down the sidewalk. billy said nothing, but just simply shrugged his shoulders. sounded like a load of shit to him, but you were excited for it, so what was the harm in humoring you?

you made it to the department store, and once inside, you pulled out the tags of the children whose names you picked. to billy’s surprise, you had around five tags in your hands, and he guided you to the side as you read them out.

“okay, i picked ones who asked for clothes, but not as many toys. they’ve got the sizes listed, so this will be a piece of cake. come on!” you tucked the tags away, took billy’s hand, and started making your way to the children’s section of the floor.

“i thought kids wanted all them fuckin’ noisy pieces of junk. why’d you pick clothes?” he asked, watching as you thumbed through the wracks of clothes.

“clothes tend to be more expensive, and not as many people feel inclined to pick them. they think toys are easier, and that all kids want toys, no matter what. but sometimes, all these boys and girls want is a new winter coat, since theirs is two sizes two small. or warm pajamas, or new sneakers because their feet are too big. they don’t ask for much, they know they can’t. so why deny them this in favor of some plastic?”

billy fell silent as he watched you hold up a coat. it was purple with a soft lavender lining, a hood on the back, and pockets that zipped shut. it looked warm, cozy, perfect for a little girl. you set it over your arm and went back to looking, and billy held out his hand.

“here, let me hold the tags. i’ll read them out to you,” he said, and you smiled.

“thanks. here you go.” you handed him the tags, and he read them over himself. just like you had described, four out of the five asked for winter jackets. one asked for a sweater, another for new winter boots. he glanced up at you, and you now had a few more coats in your arms, and you looked over to confirm you had the right sizes.

“all right, you think these will do?” you asked, holding up your haul.

“i think they’re perfect. let’s go find that sweater, and those boots.”

you walked along together, and with him beside you this time, you looked through the children’s sweaters. this one was for a little girl, age six, and nothing was really speaking to you. but then, to your surprise, billy held up a light blue sweater with beautifully knitted snowflakes on it.

“what do you think of this one?” he asked, angling it so you could see better.

“i think it’s perfect, but check the size.”

“already did. it’ll fit her, promise.”

you smiled, then gave him a thumbs up. he smiled a bit, then draped it over his arm before you went on to find the rest of the items on the tags. soon, both his and your arms were full of other clothes, the coats, and one teddy bear that billy picked out for a little boy. you made it to the register, and together, you split the cost of everything. once it was bagged and you were on your way, billy wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you close to his side.

“you’re a good one, you know that?” he asked as you walked.

“so are you,” you replied.

“nah, not me. always been a heartless bastard.”

“a heartless bastard wouldn’t have found that teddy bear. or that sweater. give yourself some credit here, butcher. you’re gonna help make this christmas the best one some of these kids have ever had. it’s the most wonderful time of the year, after all. season of giving and all that,” you said, nudging him gently. he glanced down at the bags between you, then shrugged again and offered a small smile.

“yeah, maybe it is. but that one woman in the toy aisle was a right cunt. did you see the look she was givin’ me?” he asked, and you laughed.

“oh my god, of course i did! it was like she’d never seen a grown man with a teddy bear before. he was a cutie, by the way.”

“mh, cute little fucker. guess that’s what this is all about, eh? making other people happy?”

“that’s how i’ve always seen it.”

“then … as long as i get to make you happy, i can give this holiday shit a try. starting next year.”

a whole 365 days away? you smiled. after all, it was a start.

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher fluff #billy butcher #billy butcher ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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I love your work sm love every update you post!!✦

Could we get some fluff of Peter B? Maybe like the reader has a really rough day at work and I just so physically drained Peter just takes care of them?

(Sorry if this is bad this is my first time requesting!)

YESYESYESYESYES I'M SO HAPPY SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTED PETER B AND TYSM

Bunny Slippers

Peter B Parker x Reader

TW/CW: None, just some fluff!

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When you came home looking... well, down in the dumps, Peter felt his Hubby Senses tingling.

They were like his Spidey Senses, but for being a husband! Hah! Get it? Ah, right--ahem--anyways...

"Hey, honey, you okay?" Peter asked you, walking up behind you and kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, I'm just... Had a really bad day today. Just... Ugh. Karen after Karen after Karen." You groan, almost feeling close to tears as you remember getting back to back one-sided screaming matches from the angry customers over things that weren't even your fault.

One guy came and screamed at you over something he ordered from a different store! And he still had the gall to demand a discount and refund from yours!

Peter, ever the sweetheart, wrapped his arms around you and swayed softly back and forth.

"Mayday's asleep. You go on and take a nice hot shower." He says to you.

"But dinner--"

"I can handle dinner, babe." He says, giving you another sweet kiss to your head. "You go relax for a bit."

"Pete..."

"I mean it. Don't make me use my puppy eyes on you!" Peter warns with a waggle of his brows.

You can't help but do anything but smile at his humor and relent, slipping your shoes off and trudging into the bathroom for a much-needed recharge.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Peter went into action. He started pulling out all the ingredients for your favorite meal and made sure he measured each ingredient perfectly.

After all, you having a bad day? His main mission now was making sure you ended the night with a smile. He knew you felt doubly bad as well, for not being able to kiss Mayday goodnight before she drifted off.

He hated seeing you upset. It was one of the worst things he ever felt when you would come home with your bottom lip poking out, your eyes glistening and sad...

You needed a different job. Maybe he could do some asking around, get one with an easier load, better hours and better pay... Because you two also had a baby to raise. She needed stability and you working so much made you feel inadequate as a parent, he could tell by how sadly you smiled when you held Mayday in your arms; how badly you wished you could be with her more.

He made a mental note to start looking online for you as soon as he got the chance. You deserved to work somewhere they knew your worth as an employee and coworker, not tossing you into the meat grinder for pissed off customers who, frankly, could have avoided troubles had they read their warranties or even directions on their purchased products regardless.

And with the holidays coming up, the mental strain from all that was piling up, and up, and up, and...

He sighed softly as the food was finishing up cooking, and he carefully ran to your bedroom, pulling out your comfiest pajama pants, fresh pair of undies, and one of his own shirts for you to wear when you got out.

He was still super duper stealthy as he slipped into the bathroom (almost choking on the amount of steam that invaded his lungs) and slipped the clothes in for you while taking up your uniform and dropping it into the laundry basket for him to do later.

After all, you needed a hell of a break, and chores were the least he could do for everything you already do.

He checked on Mayday through the baby cams, and smiled softly as she kicked out a little foot from beneath her blanket.

He loved the both of you, so so much. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have the both of you in his life.

Peter still couldn't believe you gave his dorky ass a shot that very first time he asked you out.

God, that felt like a lifetime ago.

He was shaken from his thoughts when the egg timer went off and told him the food was ready.

And frankly, it looked goddamn delicious.

Don't let it go unsaid that Peter B Parker knew his way around a kitchen. Sure, he ate like a pig (sometimes) and has gotten far too used to a diet of pizza and fast food...

But he sure knew how to cook when it came down to it. And nothing made him happier when he saw a grin break out on your face at the sight of your favorite dish.

Hell, he didn't even notice that you'd walked out of the bathroom until he turned around and almost tossed the rubber spatula he had in his hand across the kitchen.

How you managed to sneak up on him and not trigger his Spidey senses was a damn mystery.

"Aw... Pete..." You said, looking at the (admittedly messy) kitchen, seeing that he was cooking for you.

"I'll clean it up!" He says, sticking the spatula in the sink. "Been multitasking."

He sauntered over to you, proud as can be as he slipped his arms around you and tucked you against his chest.

"You didn't have to..." You start to say.

"Nah, I wanted to. And you deserve it, especially after the day you've had. Give me a hundred angry Goblins any day of the week." He snorts, breathing in the lingering scent of your body wash and soaps.

"At least I can punch him. But an angry customer? Phew, no way. I'd crack."

You can't help but laugh, the sound muffled by his fuzzy bathrobe.

"Yeah. They're terrible. Wanna switch jobs for a day?" You joke.

"Yeah no offense babe, but that's gonna be a hell no from me." He grinned down at you.

The two of you share a quiet laugh and chaste kisses, before he turns away from you and gets your plate ready.

"Bone apple the teeth!" He said, grinning like a ridiculously goofy shark.

"Pete!" You snort around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm hilarious, but it's nothing to get choked up over!"

#peter b parker x you #peter b parker x reader #peter b x reader #peter b x you #peter b parker spiderverse #peter b parker #peter benjamin parker #🌙 answered

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aquariius-rising · 1 year ago

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Cozy

18+ MDNI, Sasuke Uchiha x fem!reader // established relationship, fluff, smut, fingering, mention of body worship, modern au

You sighed, leaning into your boyfriend’s chest as you balanced the bowl of popcorn on your lap. An old movie played in the background while you were both draped in a knit blanket.

You were both stuck inside due to an unexpected snowstorm that covered the city in a thick layer of snow. The street outside your home was empty since no one dared to drive. Since there was no warning, the sidewalks were frozen over, posing a hazard for the most sturdy pedestrians.

Since moving into your current apartment together, Sasuke embraced seasonal festivities. He could barely remember holidays before dating you, but now he decorates weeks early.

You bring clarity to his life that he could have imagined for himself. He wondered what he did to get so lucky as you smiled at him, your eyes filled with adoration.

Even Sasuke’s closest friends were surprised when he told them he wanted to pursue you. You were always so upbeat and sweet, and he was extremely reserved and irritable. You made an odd couple, but your dynamic was a loving one.

So far, you’ve done nothing productive for the day; instead, you played games and binged holiday movies. After showering earlier that morning, neither of you felt like getting dressed in real clothes, so you suggested wearing the matching pajama set you conveniently purchased for such an occasion.

You gripped your boyfriend’s hand before his talented fingers could sneak beneath your waistband, earning a quiet ‘tch’ from him. You pretended you couldn’t feel his hardening length poking your lower back as you concentrated on the movie.

After all, the main character was about to confess her love for the small-town lumberjack. You intertwined your fingers with his and lightly kissed in between his knuckles.

Sasuke knew you were being coy. He loved your humor and how comfortable you were with him. He was used to people throwing themselves at him and catering to him because of his last name.

He smirked. He could also play coy. He intercepted your hand as you tried to eat another handful of popcorn and forced you to feed him. His tongue darted out to suck your index and middle fingers before he released your wrist.

You turned to face him, indignant. Sasuke’s face didn’t betray what he was feeling, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know he was teasing you right back.

“Do you need something, darling?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes. Sasuke smirked but did not answer. You leaned closer to him.

“If not, I’d love to continue watching this movie,” you drawled, turning around to watch the screen.

Moments later, Sasuke wordlessly took the bowl of popcorn from you and placed it on the coffee table. His hands moved you until you were facing him again, your legs on either side of his. You could feel him more in this position, and without even realizing it, you were grinding your clothed pussy against him. Sasuke shivered, reveling in the feeling of your warmth.

“I know how it ends,” he says as he pulls your arms toward him and forces you closer. You peered into his beautiful dark eyes, curious about what he would say next.

“The uptight executive from the city realizes that she’s been letting life pass her by, so she moves to the small town to appreciate the little things,” he continues, holding your gaze with his.

Sasuke’s hips rolled languidly against yours, eliciting a mewl from you. He smiled and placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“I don’t understand why the lumberjack won’t encourage her to stay in the city,” he continued, lifting your crewneck and running his hands up and down your sides.

“She has a good life there. And Wi-Fi. And she can’t pursue any of her passions outside of the city. They could be a long-distance couple, don’t you think?” Your mind was hazy, and you could only respond with a wanton moan.

Sasuke pulled your sweatshirt over your head, bearing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

“Wanna watch…” you murmured. Sasuke’s mouth found your chest and he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth while he reached for the remote.

“We can pause the movie and take an intermission. It’s not like we have anywhere to be,” Sasuke said, voice muffled by your soft skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair.

“D’you want me to stop?” he asked. His hand finally made its way between your thighs. His fingers teased your already wet entrance. You rolled your hips once more in a vain attempt at feeling more of him.

“N-no, need you so bad Sasuke,” you whimpered. Sasuke pushed you gently so that you were now on your back. He hovered over you and drank in the sight of you all flustered and needy for his touch.

He’d take his time with you tonight. He’d worship every inch of you in phases between each stupid movie. He’d make sure to make you feel as blissful as he’s felt since being with you.

The snow continued to chill the air outside, but the two of you remained cozy and warm.

#sasuke x reader #sasuke x y/n #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x you #sasuke #smut #sasuke smut

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noisycowboyglitter · 7 months ago

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fuckyeahficrec · 2 years ago

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Hilson (Greg House / James Wilson)

I will add more in a near future

Please, give me suggestions for this blog and submit your own recommendations

These are listed by size - wordcount

Presumptuous Proposal - by didbuckygetaplum - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 1277

Summary: Wilson couldn't figure out why everyone was congratulating him (well, mostly everyone, a few looked at him like he'd lost his mind) and he couldn't find House anywhere to ask him if he knew what was going on either.

sugar and spice - by ratsalad - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 1984

Summary: “Aren’t you tired of being nice?” House asked Wilson. “Don’t you just want to go ape shit?”

(Three times House is nice, and one time Wilson isn’t.)

Welcomed Change - by JammiesDodger - Rating: General - Words: 2447

Summary: They're not sure when, or how, it happened, but it happened.

Something changed. They sat closer on the couch now, House’s bedroom had become their shared bedroom, Wilson had decided House’s old shirts make far better pajamas than his own.

They both decide the change was welcomed.

the doppelgänger effect - by lohoron - Rating: Explicit - Words: 2891

Summary: The door to Wilson’s room opens and he curiously cocks his head when he hears not one, but two sets of footsteps.

Motherfucker.

Ditched me so you could get your dick wet. What a slut.

pay you in love without returns - by wishb0ne - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3012

Summary: When Wilson tells House how much he spent on the Hammond organ he gifts him, House makes a mistake that will reveal their feelings for each other.

Higher Ground - by VictoriaAGrey - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3193

Summary: "What would you have done?"

The infarction was something they didn't talk about. Ever. Through mutual, unspoken agreement, they never talked about the intimate details of those hellish days and the year following it. It had made the silence between them jagged and hard for awhile, but those edges dulled over time. At least for Wilson they did.

"Please don't make me answer that."

household accidents - by ORiley42 - Rating: Explicit - Words: 3868

Summary: this fic's working title was "the hallway sex distraction" and that pretty much sums it up!

i thought the plane was going down (how'd you turn it back around?) - by dude_wheres_thepie - Rating: Not Rated - Words: 4269

Summary: Wilson shows up at House's place after Julie tells him she's been cheating on him.

say it back - by Ductie - Rating: General - Words: 6661

Summary: What if when House tells Wilson he loves him, Wilson says it back?

Well, naturally they turn to humor until “I love you”, “I love you too” becomes the most convoluted, gayest inside joke ever. And then of course they realize they mean it.

any way that you want me - by lohoron - Rating: Explicit - Words: 6737

Summary: Wilson scoffs, shaking his head. He rubs his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ask Cuddy. Cameron. Anyone but me.”

“What part of boyfriend do you not understand? Unless Cuddy is secretly a tranny I'm not sure it’ll work,” House bites back, eyebrow cocked up.

“Why did you even tell them you have a boyfriend?! You're not gay!”

“How outdated. Wilson the homophobe! Come look for yourselves, folks! Wilson hates gay people and—”

A Not So Miserable Holiday - by JammiesDodger - Rating: General - Words: 6965

Summary: “Your parents threw your toys away?” House says it like he isn’t entirely familiar with parental mistreatment, although his dad never threw his toys away. Then again, his dad never let him have any toys in the first place.

Wilson nods, again, like he hadn't just admitted to something shattering, something that probably affects him every single day. Shit, House feels really bad now.

The Australian Maneuver - by ORiley42 - Rating: Mature - Words: 8836

Summary: Wilson and Chase take a different kind of revenge on House.

the escalated butt dial - by lohoron - Rating: Explicit - Words: 10104

Summary: He thinks it must be an accident. Because all he hears is shuffling and soft… clapping? He's about to hang up and laugh because House butt-dialed him while drunk when he hears it.

A very, very obviously sexual grunt. A moan, if more specific. Whatever. Not whatever. He can't really breathe right now, or think; call back later.

He wants to hang up. This is an invasion of privacy. This isn't okay. House butt-dialed him while masturbating, for fuck’s sake. And it's not like he wants to listen. Right? So. Just hang up.

Bait and Switch - by ORiley42 - Rating: Mature - Words: 10637

Summary: Wilson tricks House into participating in a bachelor auction to benefit the hospital.

hail mary - by ictus - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 12850

Summary: House can't let go.

A Valuable Friend - by orphan_account - Rating: Explicit - Words: 25302

Summary: Wilson has been receiving mysterious late night phone calls. He'd rather House kept his nose out of it - but we all know how well that goes.

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on selfishness - by ORiley42 - Words: 19204 - 2 Parts (both Explicit)

#hilson #greg house #james wilson #house md #house x wilson #house/wilson #hilson fic rec #house md fic rec #hate crimes md #hilson fanfiction #house md fanfiction

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dreamkidddream · 2 years ago

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In a Devilgram I have, MC helps Lucifer acquire Christmas presents for his brothers on Diavolo's behalf.

At the end of the Devilgram, MC gifts Lucifer a record he wanted.

Since the card presumably takes place on Christmas Eve, my own gift of choice would be a pair of pajamas.

Lucifer's internal dialogue would probably be, "Why pajamas? If I wanted pajamas I could buy them myself?" But, I like to think he would appreciate them more than the record after he had context.

As a kid, it was tradition for my parents to gift us a pair of pajamas on Christmas Eve. Carrying on that family tradition would be a silent way of telling him that he is family to me. I'd give him the record on Christmas Day, but the PJs the night before would be the gift that excited me the most to give.

This is so cute!!!! Funny enough- I literally just got this card from the revival and it was very heartwarming 🥹🥹 reader is gender neutral!

“For you, Luci.”

Lucifer couldn’t ignore how much you kept shuffling and fidgeting around, eyes full of excitement as you waited for his next move. The bright bow wrapped around the small box did peak his interest- but why couldn’t it wait until tomorrow? Christmas morning is just hours away, so why the rush for him to open this now?

“This one is a bit more…personal.” You glanced away from him, your voice taking on a more sentimental tone.

“Very well.” He hummed, and decided to humor you. He would have took the time to tease you, but now he was growing antsy himself. There’s been a few times where Lucifer could have you to himself like this without risking any interruptions- he wasn’t going to start questioning it now.

And the bashful expression on your face- it was a sight that would never grow old. He was always drawn to you, but he could never leave your side when became so vulnerable, especially behind closed doors.

It only made his interest peak more, and soon the bow was fluttering to the floor. He raised an eyebrow when it finally registered what was in his hands.

“Pajamas?” The material was soft between his fingers, and while he wasn’t disappointed at your gift, he was a bit confused. Surely he could have bought these himself (he honestly could have bought them while you were both shopping for his brothers)- there was no need for you to come out of pocket for them. He didn’t voice his thoughts aloud and he was still grateful, but his muddled expression made it clear that he was lost.

Until you began to explain.

At first, Lucifer felt his heart sink- it was understandable that you would miss some parts of the human realm. As much as you saw the Devildom and this house as your home, you had your own family too, not just his. As much as he would let you be with them for the holidays if you asked, he couldn’t help that a small, selfish part of him wanted to still keep you here.

Then as you went on, he was left somewhat speechless.

You saw him as your own? You deemed him as…family? He felt his own heart warm at your words, it’s own pace quickening.

Your relationship had gotten better with time, far from how guarded and tense he was in the beginning. It had grown into something sweeter, something more intimate between the two of you. Something that he wasn’t expecting- but something that he can’t imagine his life without anymore.

When you finished, you glanced up at him expectantly. It was so endearing to see you like this- a human who stood up to him and other demons multiple times, even risking their life, now found themselves nervously twiddling with your hands waiting for his response. It only added to your charm and the many ways you continue to captivate him.

Lucifer pulled you into his arms, squeezing you gently, hopefully laying whatever worries you had to rest. No words were spoken, but as he pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, there was no need for them to be.

#dream answers 🌤#dream rambles about obey me 😈💜#obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x you #lucifer x mc

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abitohoney · 2 years ago

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 4 of 6 - Twas the Night Before Christmas AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 5.6k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Twas the night before Christmas, and you had some devious, fun, sexy plans for your girlfriend. An early gift, so to speak. (More smutty good times)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

Twas the night before Christmas, and you had some devious, fun, sexy plans for your girlfriend. An early gift, so to speak.

While she’s changing into her pajamas in your shared bedroom, you hide in the bathroom, carefully wrapping said gift.

Standing naked as the day you were born, you take one of two wide, red satin ribbons and wrap it loosely around your waist several times before fashioning a large bow at the front. Turning before the floor length mirror leaning against the wall, you adjust the ribbon until just the top of your ass was covered, and the bow sits perfectly aligned above the apex of your thighs, covering one half of Sevika’s gift . Taking the other ribbon, you slip it around your upper back one time, bringing the ends together across your breasts before tying another neat bow just over the center of your cleavage, the other half of her gift . Spinning around to take one final glance at your handiwork, your lips pull into a confident smile before you quietly pad towards the door that leads to your bedroom.

Slowly pushing the door open just a crack, careful not to let Sevika hear you coming, you peer into the room through the opening.

Sevika stands at the side of the bed furthest from you, her back to you. She's in just her baggy shorts she wears to bed, and starting to push her arms through the sleeves of her oversized t-shirt.

You watch for a moment, transfixed by the muscles along her shoulders and back. Watching as they move and flex as she slips the shirt up over her head and finally down over the view you were admiring.

Afraid she would turn and catch you before you could present yourself properly, you scurry into the middle of the room. Thankfully, she seems to be preoccupied, fiddling with something in her shorts.

That's… odd.

Brushing that thought off, you call to her quietly in a sing-song voice, "Sevika! I have an early present for you!" Fingers entwined between one hand and the other behind your back, you sway back and forth with a coy smile on your face as she turns to face you. "That is, if you're interested," you add.

Sevika's stoic expression fades almost instantly as she takes in the sight of your nearly nude body, only covered by two small ribbons. Those lovely dark lips of her curl into an amused smirk. " If I'm interested?" She scoffs. "Sweetheart, you know damn well I want to unwrap that gift right now."

"I don't know about that," you reply in mock disappointment, "I mean you're just standing there staring. You don't seem too excited to me." You put on your best pout, pushing your bottom lip out and looking down at the floor near the side of your feet.

Bad idea.

You barely have a chance to look back up when you realize she's stalking towards you, her heavy footfalls catching your attention. She's halfway to you when you find her eyes focused on you, and she looks… ravenous . When she reaches out to grab you, you let out a startled squeal and duck beneath her hands. Booking it for the door that leads to the kitchen, you can hear her hot on your trail and you giggle delightedly.

“I don’t think I like having to chase my gift,” Sevika taunts from behind you as you round the kitchen island. “Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson.”

You can tell by the tone in her voice she’s just playing along, not truly upset. And judging by the playfully wicked smile on her face as she approaches the island, she’s enjoying this little game as much as you are. The two of you stand at opposite ends in an impasse. Each waits for the other to make a move. Biting your bottom lip to hide your smile, you watch her carefully, trying to anticipate which way she’ll go.

Sevika arches a single brow, challenging you to move first. When you remain frozen to your spot, she slowly leans forward, then slams her palms down on the counter. The slap of flesh and bang of metal against the hard surface echoes through the otherwise silent room.

Startled, you release another squeal and take off towards the bedroom again with her not far behind you. It was a dumb move though, you realize as you sprint into the bedroom and towards the bathroom. There’s nowhere to go now. You can hear her deep, mocking chuckle behind you. Then the sound of her steady, measured strides.

Past the threshold to the bathroom, you spin to attempt to close the door. You’re too slow. Her large palm reaches out, catching the door before you can close it even half way. And she’s far stronger than you, easily pushing the door back open and sending you stumbling backwards.

“Bad move, sweetheart,” she sneers, her wicked grin revealing a sliver of teeth.

Without taking your eyes off her, you step backwards as quickly as you can, nearly tripping over a laundry hamper in the process. She stalks towards you, unhurried, with her lips curled in the most hungry , sinful smirk. Your lip is still caught between your teeth, but no longer to hold back your playful smile. Now you’re simply nervous, anxious, excited . You know she's got something in store for you, you just don't know what. You continue to back away until your back collides with something solid and unmoving. The palms of your hands press flat against the wall you've just backed yourself into. There’s nowhere to go. You’re trapped. Heart hammering in your chest, you watch with wide eyes as she closes the remaining distance in two long strides.

Sevika stands mere inches from you. Close enough for you to feel the heat emanating from her body. She towers over you, forcing you to have to crane your neck to keep your eyes on her face. “Silly little mouse,” she taunts, placing her palms against the wall on either side of your shoulders. “Teasing a lion?” Her upper lip curls up at the corner as she releases a snarl.

You jump, a pathetic little squeak escaping your throat. And you can tell by the glint in her eyes that she rather enjoyed your reaction.

“And only to get yourself cornered,” she continues to tease. “You know, I actually had an early gift for you as well, but now I'm not so sure you deserve it."

The barely contained mix of excitement and anticipation drains from your face, turning to confusion. "What?" You ask, dumbfounded that she had planned an early gift for you as well. Your mind races over the possibilities.

"It's a shame too," she replies, shaking her head in mock disappointment, "it would have fit perfectly with my gift."

"You- you're not really going to deny me are you?" You whimper, knowing now that the gift is most certainly something geared towards your pleasure.

Her gaze drops from your pleading eyes to your pushed out bottom lip, then further down to your barely covered breasts. "I'll tell you what..." she drawls as she removes her human hand from the wall to run the back of a finger down your exposed cleavage. She grins as you tremble beneath her touch. Eyes back on your face, she offers a proposition, "I'm going to unwrap my present, and if I like what I see, I'll consider letting you unwrap yours."

That brings a small smile to your face. You're certain she'll be pleased. You nod your head, letting her know you understand and agree to the conditions.

Attention back on your chest, she takes one end of the ribbon and slowly, every so slowly, pulls.

Your eyes remain focused on her expression as she pulls one loop of the bow until it pops loose. Her smirk curls higher as she grabs the other end, repeating the process at the same torturous speed.

As that second loop breaks free, you suck in a deep breath and hold it. That rise of your chest, paired with the slick material of the ribbon, is enough to loosen the knot and send the ribbon slipping down your body to your feet.

Removing her prosthetic hand from the wall, Sevika gently cups both of your naked breasts in each of her hands. Her cold, sharp metal fingers leave goosebumps across the skin of one. While her hot, calloused flesh fingers warm the skin of the other. Both thumbs rub simultaneously over each of your nipples, sending ripples of pressure straight to your core. You release your breath in a shaky whimper.

Sevika's low, taunting chuckle warms your insides, and you anxiously wait for her to say something, anything. Her eyes flit to yours.

"I certainly like the first half…" she husks, and before a smile can even fully form on your flushed face, she gives both hardening peaks a quick, sharp pinch. A startled cry of pleasure escapes your throat, but she continues on as if nothing happened, "...but let's see if I can say the same for the second half."

Those wild eyes of hers lower to the bow sitting just over the apex of your thighs and you pray she won't make this one so excruciatingly slow. She does take both ends- one in each hand- at least, but you swear she takes even more time loosening them.

"Sevika," you whine, "please go faster."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

Both her hands pause, the loops not even half removed. Her amused gaze rises to your desperate one. "Tsk. So impatient," she replies.

You know she's not truly disappointed in you. This is all part of her game. And in all honesty, it's your game too. You enjoy her teasing, even if in the moment it feels like pure torture. "I- I just want you so bad Sev," you mewl.

"I know, babygirl. You'll get me, if you're a good girl," she replies and ghosts her lips across your temple.

"Okay," you relent quietly, and thankfully that appeases her enough to return to removing that damn bow.

Both loops release at the exact same time, and just like the one that covered your chest, this one slips loose and falls to the floor at your feet. Your fingers curl, scraping against the wall beneath them as you watch her eyes rake hungrily over your now completely nude form.

She hums her approval and brings her mouth to your ear. "Such a sweet, pretty little mouse," she purrs. Your body trembles, and she definitely notices as she releases another one of those sexy, deep chuckles of hers. She straightens back up, lips pulled into a cocky smirk. "You know, I think I like my gift so much, not only can you unwrap yours, I think I'll let you use it tonight."

Your eyes blow wide. "Really?" You ask with barely contained enthusiasm. She nods, and now you're filled with an entirely new anticipation.

What did she get you?

"What is it?" You ask, bringing your hands together in front of you excitedly.

She simply grins at your beaming face for a moment before finally replying, "Give me a hand."

Your brows furrow in confusion, but you obey and reach out a hand. She takes it into her own and runs your palm against where her baggy T-shirt hangs over the front of her shorts. Somehow, your eyes manage to widen even further as you feel the large bulge beneath her clothing. She’s packing. How hadn’t you noticed? You slowly lift your eyes to hers, grinning as you wait for her to give you the okay to proceed.

“Go on. Open your gift.”

That’s all you need to hear before you slowly sink to your knees in the small space between her large body and the wall behind you. Peering up at her through your lashes, you feel impossibly small beneath her towering frame, but the pleased smirk she gives you provides you with the confidence to keep going.

She takes a small step back, giving you more room to work as you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. Attention back on the site before you, you quickly drag her shorts down, mouth nearly salivating as you reveal the… neon purple toy? It bobs in front of your face as it’s finally freed from the elastic waistband of her shorts. Letting them fall to the floor, your eyes flit up to hers inquisitively. That is certainly not the color you expected. She had acquired a decent variety of strap-ons in your time together. Several shades even, but never something so colorful. Usually dark shades of brown or just plain black. She mostly went wild with shape and size, not color.

“Thought it might be easier to see that pretty pussy of yours take something a little… brighter in color,” she explains. ��Don’t you agree?”

Oh. Oh that is so hot.

You nod. That color will definitely stand out.

Sevika steps out of her shorts, kicking them off to the side before gently brushing the back of her metal thumb down the side of your face. “Now be a good girl for me, and get that nice and wet.”

More than willing to oblige- to do anything to please Sevika- you place a hand on one of her powerful thighs, your other hand taking hold of the strap at the base. Watching Sevika’s expression, you lean forward and languidly drag your tongue along the bottom, from base to tip. Your chest swells with pride when that earns you a pleased smirk and another gentle stroke of smooth metal digits along your warming cheek. Still keeping your eyes focused on her reactions, you lean forward, slowly taking the length into your mouth up until you reach your hand. It nearly reaches the back of your throat. This one is definitely one of her longer ones. Without your hand in the way, it would easily have you gagging on its length.

Sevika watches you in blatant satisfaction while your wet, swollen lips slide back and forth over the silicone toy. “Such a good girl,” she purrs. She cards her metal fingers through your hair, the sharp tips scraping along your scalp causing your eyes to flutter shut in bliss. Those fingers grip the back of your head, and you almost miss her voice even as it reaches your ears, too lost in the pleasure of her touch and praise. “Babygirl, I want to fuck your pretty face.”

Gazing up at her through hooded eyes, you hum your approval around the slick toy.

“Just a few quick thrusts. Would you like that?”

Her words start to truly sink in and you realize what she wants to do, and that she’s looking for you to give her permission. Janna does that- both the act itself and her ever present need for consent, make your legs ache with arousal. It’s enough to have you whimpering wantonly and losing your rhythm as your head bobs along the slick shaft. You lock eyes with her, making sure she sees the sincerity in yours, and you nod several times.

The way her lips curl into a devilish grin makes your cunt throb. And then she’s moving her hips back, slowly slipping the toy out from between your lips until just the tip remains in your mouth. She pauses, giving you a moment to relax your jaw and grip her thigh in preparation. Metal fingers press against the back of your head and that’s all the warning you need before she snaps her hips, burying the strap all the way to your hand.

This time, with how powerful she thrusts into you, the tip manages to hit the back of your throat despite your hand remaining at the base. You squeeze your eyes shut and dig your nails into her thigh, trying to repress the instinct to gag. And there’s no denying how much this turns either of you on, not when you can feel the wetness collecting between your trembling thighs, or smell hers.

She quickly pulls back out, allowing you to catch your breath and prepare for another. “You okay, sweetheart?” she asks, brushing her thumb along the edge of your mouth to wipe away the saliva that had gathered there.

Her low, deep voice- and the soft touch- ground you, keep you from falling victim to nerves as you await her next thrust. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you nod. You feel her fingers issue another silent warning as they press against your head, and then she’s hitting the back of your throat again. Your body lurches. Tears form at the corners of your shut eyes, and you’re not sure you can take another. Terrified to disappoint her, you say nothing, but she must sense your distress.

Sevika immediately pulls back, this time removing the toy entirely. “You did so good for me,” she coos when your glazed over eyes meet hers. “I think it’s time you get your reward.” She removes her hand from the back of your head, and you release the now saliva coated strap.

You attempt to stand, but your knees- both sore from kneeling on the hard tile floor and weak with arousal- threaten to give way. She must take notice of this as well, as she bends down and slips her arms beneath yours, carefully helping you to your feet. Leaning against the wall for stability, you turn away from her, embarrassed at your current, pathetic state. She grasps your chin with flesh fingers, gently turning your head so you’re forced to look up at her.

“Don’t ever be ashamed around me, sweetheart,” she warns, but her voice is thick and sweet like honey, and it warms you to the core. She leans down, pressing her lips to yours. You can feel traces of your own saliva transfer to her mouth as it slides over yours, but she’s smiling against you. She’s very pleased.

When she straightens back up, you gaze up at her adoringly. Janna, what you’d give to be hers forever.

She steps closer, the tip of the toy pressing into your abdomen. Her prosthetic hand slips beneath one of your thighs, lifting it up and to the side. Watching your expression closely, she slips her human hand between your legs, dragging two fingers between your very wet folds. She grins as you softly moan her name.

“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she teases, bringing her fingers up to your face so you can see just how much of your slick she collected with a single swipe. She starts to bring them to her mouth, but your hand shoots up and grasps her wrist. Both your eyes and hers go wide for a moment, neither of you expecting you to try to take charge. She raises a single brow, watching as you bring her fingers to your mouth.

Wrapping your lips around her digits, you close your eyes and moan as you suck and lick them clean, tasting your own arousal.

“Naughty girl. That was mine,” Sevika husks when you open your eyes. She pulls her fingers from your mouth with a pop and grabs the back of your neck. Your mouth opens to protest the sudden and harsh motion, but your words are cut short, muffled by her shoving her tongue inside. She hums in approval as she runs her tongue over yours, tasting the remnants of your arousal.

Clutching at her shoulders, you moan into her mouth as a fresh wave of arousal courses through your body.

“You ready?” she asks after breaking the kiss.

Janna, yes!

You nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth again as she takes the dildo in her human hand and lines it up with your entrance. She eases it in, drawing a soft moan from you, but pauses once it’s seated just deep enough to keep it inside. She moves her human hand to grasp the back of your other thigh. Carefully- and with an amazing lack of effort- she lifts your thighs, forcing them to spread as she lifts your entire body higher to better align your entrance with her strap.

The skin at your back prickles as it scrapes along the wall, but it only serves to heighten your arousal. Her sheer strength- the fact that she can just simply put you where she needs you- it’s utterly mind blowing. And she’s aware of the effect it has on you- that arrogant smirk of hers curling higher when she notices how you suck in a breath through your parted lips. “You’re amazing,” you whisper, delighted to know it will further fuel her ego. Who are you to pretend that unyielding confidence of hers is such a turn on?

“Watch with me,” she husks.

Too high on the anticipation of finally getting what you’ve been waiting for all damn night, her words don’t immediately register. Your eyes search hers for an explanation, and as her gaze drops lower, between your bodies, then back up, you realize what she’s asking you to do.

“Sevika,” you whimper in protest, too embarrassed to watch such an act. But, when she arches a brow, questioning your obedience, you immediately relent. Your attention drops to the bright purple toy currently only tip deep in your aching cunt. And shit, if that isn’t already so arousing- but then she starts to push it in deeper, and at an excruciatingly slow, but heavenly speed.

“Look at those wet, wanting lips just swallow my cock,” she husks, and you’re not sure if she’s talking to you, or merely speaking her mind aloud. It doesn’t matter though, because those dirty words combined with the sight of her strap sinking between your folds has got to be one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

The pleasure of her filling you threatens to break your resolve- to go back on her order to watch. Nails digging into Sevika’s shoulders, you bite down harder on your lip to fight the urge to give into that natural response to overwhelming pleasure, to close your eyes. But the moment the toy completely disappears inside your cunt- the tip reaching impossibly deep- you lose it. Your head falls back against the wall with a thud as you release the breath you hadn't even known you were holding, a string of broken moans falling with it.

Giving you time to adjust, Sevika keeps the strap motionless inside you. Her thumbs rub soothing circles against the sides of your thighs. And as you start to come to- lifting your head and opening your eyes- you find her eyes admiring your expression. Your cheeks flush under her gaze, but you smile up at her coyly.

“My pretty girl,” she coos.

Your heart soars and you immediately wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. “You’re so good to me, Sevika,” you whisper into her ear and she chuckles against yours. Her breath tickles the short hairs on your neck. You giggle and squirm against her. Though that ends rather abruptly the moment that results in her harness rubbing against your clit. “Sevika,” you whine, “I want you.”

She pulls her head back until the tips of your noses touch. Lips curling into a knowing smirk, she asks, “What do you want me to do?”

You know she’s just trying to get you to tell her what she already knows. It’s just another attempt to inflate that ego- to give her a power trip. She gets off on making you clearly state what you want from her, and beg for it. Lucky for her, you’re more than eager to please her in any way she desires.

“I want you to fuck me. Slow and deep. Please.” you moan, but as she’s about to pull out, you quickly stop her. “Wait!” you call out a little louder than intended. You smile up at her sheepishly when she arches a brow. “Can you take your shirt off first?” you ask, wanting to feel her skin against yours.

“Anything for you, babygirl,” she purrs. “You’re gonna have to hold on to me though.”

Wrapping your legs around her slim waist, you hook your ankles together at her back and squeeze as tight as you can manage in your aroused state.

Pressing her lower half further against yours to help prop you up against the wall, she inadvertently sinks deeper inside you. The gasp that withdraws from your throat, and the way your legs squeeze tighter around her waist has her chuckling. “You alright?” she teases. When you don’t provide her an answer, she carefully releases your thighs before ripping her shirt off and discarding it behind her. When her hands return to grip your thighs, you immediately wrap your arms around her neck and pull her chest flush to yours.

Her skin is impossibly hot. It always is. She’s like a damn furnace with the amount of heat her body produces, but it’s calming- grounding. And that’s exactly what you need as you feel her start to slide out. That slow, drag of thick silicone against your walls is both torture and bliss rolled into one intense feeling. And as she leaves just the tip inside, you cling tightly to her in preparation for the impending pleasure. You can feel the way her lips curl into a devious smile from where she presses them against your cheek.

The dig of her fingers into your flesh is all the warning you get before she slams back inside you. Even that is not enough to prepare you for the pleasure that rattles your body. You whimper her name, and squeeze your eyes shut. Then she’s repeating the process, pulling back out again. But this time she lifts you higher, changing the angle before ramming inside hard enough to rattle the picture hanging on the wall above your head.

White flashes behind your closed eyes as the tip of the toy presses hard against just the right spot. “Oh fuck!” you moan. And Sevika must know she’s found the right angle, as she holds you nice and steady at that height.

She starts with an almost brutally unhurried pace, but she makes sure to hit that sweet spot with every powerful snap of her hips. And each time you have to fight not to vocalize how fucking good it feels. But despite that, it doesn’t take long before you realize you need her to pick up the speed.

“Sevika,” you whisper breathlessly before she buries her strap to the hilt and withdraws a sweet mewl from your parted lips.

She hums against your sweat-slick skin as she sucks along the side of your neck.

“I- I need- you to go faster,” you stammer as she slides back out with almost no resistance now. You’re so wet with arousal you can feel it start to slide down one of your ass cheeks.

“I thought you said slow and deep, sweetheart,” she taunts. Not giving you a moment to reply, she times sinking her teeth into your neck with a strong rock of her hips that leaves you biting back a cry of pleasure.

“Sevika, please,” you beg and hug her closer to your body. “Please go fas-”

Your pleading is cut short- replaced with that sharp cry of pleasure you’d been fighting- as she thrusts back inside you. She takes mercy on you though, Gradually, she picks of her pace until she’s fucking you fast enough to leave you feeling light headed. And soon you can feel the coil of your building climax form low in your belly.

The room echoes with a symphony of sounds. The rattling of the picture frame hanging precariously above your head. The rhythmic slap of wet skin against wet skin. Your broken mewls, moans and whines. Sevika’s low grunts and huffs. And the squelching of her strap ramming inside your soaked cunt.

None of it registers though- for either of you. Sevika’s too hyper-focused on fucking that sweet spot while keeping the perfect rhythm. And you’re too lost in your own pleasure to hear anything other than the blood roaring in your ears. That is until Sevika whispers in your ear.

“Babygirl, are you close?” she rasps.

You are. You are so close. But you need something else. Something more. Just a little added friction in the right spot. “I- need- more,” you moan between her thrusts.

“I’m already- giving you- the entire- length,” she grunts, thrusting harder and faster. And you swear you can hear the teasing smirk on her face despite her struggling to speak just as much as you are.

Burying your face into her right shoulder, you try once more, “My- my clit.”

“Can’t.”

Your brows pinch together in frustration, but before you can reprimand her for denying your request, realization dawns on you. Both her hands are preoccupied with holding you up. She can’t help you. Reluctantly, you release her from your death grip of a hug, separating the upper half of your body from hers.

Leaning forward, she rests her forehead against yours, unabashed with how lecherous her gaze is as it focuses on the slick covered strap slipping in and out of your cunt. You gaze down as well, vision blurry and clouded by lust, but you can see how your bodies are both covered in a wet sheen. Both your heaving chests glisten with sweat, and your arousal coats not only her strap, but the harness itself. And Janna, it’s even dripping down one of her thighs.

“Beautiful,” Sevika husks, completely enraptured by the sight of her ruining your body in the most wonderful way. But even as she seems lost in her perverse pleasure, she never loses that perfect rhythm.

Slipping a hand down between your bodies, you find your throbbing clit. You work quickly circles around it, drawing up the wetness that collected just below. It only takes a few well timed thrusts from Sevika and your precisely placed fingers before you reach that crest.

Earth shattering pleasure takes over your body, leaving you crying Sevika’s name in ecstasy. You throw your head back against the wall and that white light you kept seeing fades to almost pure black. Your toes curl and muscles spasm during that brief moment of bliss, before your body shudders and you fall limp against Sevika.

She ceases her motions the moment you collapse forward. When your hand slips out from between your bodies to rest at your side, she presses her chest to yours again while the two of you attempt to catch your breath.

Resting your head on her shoulder, you focus on her scent- sweat, musk and smoke- and the feeling of her chest rising and falling in time with your own.

Sevika, who- as usual- recovers long before you can, runs her nose along your hairline soothingly. “How do you feel?” she asks, as if she didn’t already know you were on another plane with how high you felt.

“Good. Really good,” you reply breathlessly, and you can feel her chest shake as she chuckles.

“Good.”

“No. Really good,” you manage to tease. That earns you another deep chuckle that leaves you feeling overcome with adoration. You lift your head, only to rest the back of it against the wall, but at least now you can see Sevika’s beautiful face. Smiling up at her weakly, you feel as if you’d just used your entire body, despite Sevika having done all the work. “I’m really tired,” you sigh.

“Well sleep is going to have to wait, babygirl. You’ve made quite the mess. Literally dripping down my leg right now.” She smirks down at you and if you weren’t so spent, you’d kiss that cocky grin right off her face.

“There’s no way I can clean anyone up right now, let alone walk to the shower,” you laugh weakly.

“Just hold on. I’ll take care of you.”

As instructed, you wrap your arms around her neck and hold on with what little strength remains.

She carries you to the shower and carefully sets you down on the small bench in the corner. You struggle to stay conscious. Your head rolls against the cold, wet shower wall while you fade in and out. You only catch little glimpses, like small snapshots, as she cleans both of you up. Your muscles sing with a pleasant ache that begs you to just lie in your soft bed snuggled up to your wonderful girlfriend.

After drying you off the best she can with you basically flopping around like a damn ragdoll, Sevika scoops you up into her arms and carries you back to the bedroom. She gently lays you down on the bed, aligning your head with a pillow before crawling into bed herself. You’re nearly asleep, but as the bed shifts and your body rolls back to rest against her chest, you wake just enough to hear her whisper against your ear.

“Whatever gift you have for me tomorrow can’t possibly top what you gave me tonight.”

You smile blissfully and scoot back against her warm, solid body as she drapes her augmented arm over your waist and holds you close. “I could say the same to you,” you reply quietly, and you can feel her smile from where she presses a kiss to the back of your head.

As sleep takes over, you swear you catch her say one last thing before you’re out completely.

“We’ll see about that.”

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