#hellooooooooooooooooooo

[whalebearr]

MERRY CHRISTMAS TIMEBOMB MERRY CHRISTMAS FORTICHE I LOVEYOU

[wayward-sherlock]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Mike can barely move, every muscle in his body pulled tight on the couch cushion he’s sharing with Will. Will’s stiff next to him, too, but just the barest bit more relaxed, sleepiness loosening his posture where it slumps against Mike’s.

Coarse fabric brushes against Mike’s other side, and he bristles, pushing closer to where Will is already practically glued to him, forcing him further into the arm of the chair.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Will whispers – the other Will, the one sitting on his other side – and he says it so gently it sounds like he’s trying to keep from spooking a wild animal.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” the other Mike says from over the other Will’s shoulder, punctuated with an eye roll.

Mike knew the Upside Down was an alternate reality. He didn't think it meant there was an alternate him and Will.

[guitarlouis]

[mestruazioni]

GUILLERMO'S BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDDDDD AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[indomies]

eating grapes and what not🍇

[sci-the-superb]

MITHRAX MITHRAX MITHRAX MITHRAX MITHRAX

[jentlemahae]

jentlehyuck

[bkwrm523]

Drabble.  Gender neutral reader, no smut.  Pairing with an unnamed male character.  Non fandom specific.

Exasperated with his stubbornness, you stood from your chair.  He ignored you, staying at his desk and focusing on his latest project.  You walked away from him, retrieving the tub of ice cream from the freezer, along with a spoon.  You walked back over to him, and pulled his rolling chair back from his desk, just enough room for you to slip between him and the desk.

"Look, I-" He began.

"Shut up."  You interrupted him curtly.  You moved between him and the desk, and straddled and sat down in his lap.  He gave you a glare, trying to disguise how adorable he thought you were.  How much he loved having you in his lap.

Ignoring his attempt at deception, you popped the top off the ice cream and tossed it behind you on the desk.  Right on top of his project.

He tried to speak, stutter a protest about your getting food on his things.  You didn't give him a chance to speak; as soon as his mouth opened, you shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his open mouth.

And then a moment passed; he didn't move, just sat there with a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.  Finally, he closed his lips around it, and you pulled out the spoon, leaving the ice cream in his mouth.

"Need my help for the rest of it, or do you think you can manage?"  You asked sardonically, tub of ice cream still in hand.  He replied, incomprehensibly with the ice cream in his mouth.

"Swallow."  You ordered.  "And try again."

"If I say no," he replied after a moment.  "Will it keep you in my lap?"