Wisdom Teeth
MagicSchoolbusDropout08
Summary:
After Will has his wisdom teeth out, Mike questions the wisdom of ever giving him drugs again. Does he change his mind watching his boyfriend be silly and cute?
Mike watches Will, who is currently high as a
kite on pain medication and anesthesia from
having his wisdom teeth out. “Miiiike!” Will
cheers as soon as he walks into Will’s
bedroom, toasting with a hand with… a Lego
in it? “Hhhhhhi!”
“Wow, you are drugged up.” Mike chuckles
as he walks in and plops down next to his
boyfriend of a year. “How was it?”
Will makes an absolutely adorable pout and
flops over backwards. “Eeeeeeeevil. Evillllll.”
Mike’s sure he’s turning red with how hard
he’s trying not to laugh. “Oh yeah?”
Will nods, eyes focused on Mike. “The… the
dentist… he… had this big needle. He’s a…
mmmad scientist. Frankenstein.”
Well, he’s not too drugged to make literary
references.
“He… the big needle-” Will giggles, waving
his hands around. “-he made everything
wooshy.”
“Wooshy.” Mike repeats back.
“Mm-hmm. Woosh.” Will nods sagely. “An’ everything was spinny.”
“Wow.” Mike breathes, and if he says much
more, he’s gonna laugh so hard he throws
up.
“I know, rrright?” Will slurs. “An’ I think he’s
evill.”
“Why?”
Will leans in conspiratorially. “He… he stole
my teeth! They… made me sleepy… an’
then I woke up, an’... it’s all gone! He stole
my teeth! I wanted to keep those!”
He pouts again, and Mike can’t help himself:
he bursts out laughing at the genuinely
devastated expression on Will’s puffy face.
“Oh, no! Poor baby!” Mike coos between
peals of laughter.
Will pouts even more. “Whhhat?”
“They… took your teeth to, um… give to the
tooth fairy.” Mike giggles.
Will’s eyes widen in horror. “Nnnnnnnno! A
fairy? Fairies are… they’re worse than
dentists! They steal Legoes!”
“Nobody’s gonna steal your Legoes, Will.”
Mike grins.
Will’s eyes are wide and sad, but they’re also
trusting. “Okay.” Will sniffles. “Can I help
you?” Mike smiles.
Will cups his cheeks, and his slightly-bruised
eyes stare into Mike’s with a very strange
intensity.
“Mike.” Will says seriously. “Yourr eyes…”
“Oh?” Mike says.
“They’re… so prettyyyyy…” Will whispers in
awe, moving his thumbs to touch Mike’s
eyelids. “Big… big pretty cow eyes.”
“Cow eyes, huh?”
“Big n’ warm n’ soft…” Will says. “I love
themmmm… Mikey Moo Moo…”
Mike bursts out laughing again.
Will pouts even more somehow as he
strokes Mike's cheeks. “Noooo… don’t
laugh, Mikey Moo Moo… it’s true…”
He nods firmly, as if solidifying his point, and
it makes Mike laugh even harder, enough
that his ribs hurt and his eyes prick with
tears.
“Alright, alright, I’m not laughing at you,
babe.” Mike laughs, trying to stifle it. “I love
you.”
Will stares into his eyes for a weirdly long
time before he headbutts Mike in the
forehead. “You do?” Will pulls away, staring
out his bedroom window, apparently lost in
thought. It’s a minute of silence, broken only
by the muffled snickers Mike can’t suppress
all the way, before Will bursts out in tears.
“I dunno!” Will sobs.
“I want ice cream now…” Will sniffles. “Carry
me…”
“One sec, babe, okay?” Mike smiles.
He wraps his arms around Will’s waist, and
Will’s arms fly to around his neck, clinging to
Mike as he stands up.
“Yaaay!!” Will cheers, head getting heavier.
Instead of carrying him to the kitchen,
though, Mike hefts him before dropping him
on the bed.
“Noooo-” Will complains, hands scrabbling at
Mike’s shoulders and trying to pull him down
with him.
“No, babe, I’ll be right back- let me go- ah!”
Mike complains as Will manages to tug him
almost on top of him.
Somehow, despite Will’s protests, he
manages to extract himself from the grip,
and Will whines a bit before settling back
down, flopping against the pillows with a
huff.
Mike goes to the kitchen, smiling the whole
way and still laughing a little bit. Once he’s
there, he rummages through the freezer and
fridge until he’s found a pint of strawberry ice
cream. As he’s grabbing a spoon, though-
“Miiiiiiiiiiiiiike!” Will calls. “Miiiiiike! Are
y’coming back?”
“I’m here, Will!” Mike calls back, trying so
hard not to just collapse from how funny his
boyfriend is being. “I’m just getting
your ice cream!”
“Come backkkkkkkkkk-” Will slurs. “I miss
youuuuuuu-”
“I'm literally in the kitchen!” he shouts.
Mike smiles as he grabs the food, drink, and
spoon and heads to the room, where Will is
splayed weirdly.
As soon as he enters, Will’s eyes light up like
he's been gone for days instead of thirty
seconds. “Mikey Moo Moo!”
“Here you go, babe.” Mike smiles, putting
down the foodstuffs and helping Will sit up,
propping him against the pillows and
headboard.
“Now do you want ice cream?”
Will nods, still pouting, though the second he
takes a spoonful of ice cream, it disappears.
“Whoaaaaaaa…” Will gasps. “Mmmm…
cold…”
“Good, huh?” Mike smiles.
Will nods, looking at Mike with big eyes.
“Good.” Mike says, smiling as he gently cups
Will’s cheeks to lean his head forward for a
forehead kiss. “I love you. Even if you’re
weird when you’re high.”
“Hmm? No, ‘m short.” Will slurs, taking
another bite before scooping more and
holding it over to Mike. “Y’want some?”
“No, babe, I’m okay. Scoot over?” Mike says.
Will does, leaning his head on Mike’s
shoulder as he quietly munches away on ice cream.
“Love you, Mike.” Will slurs, the near-empty
ice cream settling in his lap as his head gets
heavier.
“Love you too.” Mike smiles.
Will’s head gets even heavier, and he soon
starts softly snoring.
Mike smiles and presses a kiss to his
forehead, taking away the ice cream and
setting it on the nightstand.
Fandom:
Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Relationship:
Will Byers/Mike Wheeler
Stats:
Published:2024-07-31
Language:
English