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lowercase intended!!
mike wheeler is rich- or richer than he is canonically.
will is a very great artist (we already know that.)
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it was a chilly, snowy christmas eve night in nineteen ninety-eight. all you could hear outside were the rambunctious screams of joy and happiness scoping throughout the air from numerous people enjoying their night together. the carollers were singing their normal songs, surely filling the hearts of every listener nearby with the spirit of christmas.
the rest of "the party", (we are so familiar of), were at a christmas eve party, making the most of their evening together. mike and will, on the other hand, were stuck inside, alone. their "first christmas" together! mike and will were staring at each other longily, just listening to soft christmas music in the background. they had just finished their peppermint hot cocoa, and were now in their awkward-yet nice cuddling positions together. both in matching ugly christmas sweaters, each with blue and red imprints of stockings. mike looked up after fidgeting with his pants, only to look at will. will's already pink cheeks turned a deep rose the longer mike stared directly into his face. for mike, he almost started drooling because he was so enthralled by will's eyes. how they seemed to sparkle so naturally, even brighter when he smiled. will just always looked....amazing.
"mikeee." will groaned, brushing his leg against their blanket covered knees. mike shook his head, taking himself out of his will byer's fantasy.
"w-wHAt? what is it, will?" mike's voice cracked.
"are we going to open our presents for each other? i thought we agreed we would do that tonight?" will giggled, slowly grabbing mike's hands and taking them into his own.
"oh-- yeah. we can do that right now!!" mike cleared his throat. he got up, and his knees popped.
"ooh." mike sighed, laughing under his breath.
"old-man wheeler." will chuckled loudly.
"ok, according to the...name stickers, this is mine, and this BIG one is for you!" mike checked, giving the santa-covered wrapped gift to will, and the slightly less colorful package to himself. it was delicately wrapped in a red paper and gold ribbon, exactly perfect, just how will liked it.
"ok, ok! you go first, mike!" will excitedly screeched, clapping his hands together in excitement.
mike politely took the gift into his hands and opened it up just right, so he WOULDN'T ruin the wrapping paper. out he pulled a painting. a fresh-beautiful, authentic will byers painting. it was a painting of him, with some winter aspects in the background. it was no ordinary painting. it was so lifelike. so realistic. so so flawless. it made mike look perfect, as if he didn't have any flaws.
"you painted this?" mike asks, looking deeply into will's eyes.
"do you like it?" will winced.
"are you kidding? i-i LOVEEE it!! I LOVE IT! " mike shouted, (his voice cracking inbetween) immediately hug-bombing will.
"you do?"
"yes!"
will smiled. he'd knew he'd love it.
"i have no words other than-- it's time to open your gift!!"
mike scooted even closer to him, and smiled as will's fragile hands opened his gift. he pulled out a gray-wood sketchbook with will's name engraved into it. he felt something underneath the journal and it turned out to be very expensive colored pencils.
"i thought we had a budget?" will questioned.
"there's no budget when it comes to you." mike smiled, knowingly knowing that there is no budget when it comes to will. he would spend thousands upon millions if he could on will, if his parents allowed it.
"do you love it??"
"yes. yes, i absolutely love it. it's just-"
"just what?"
mike's heart stopped.
"it must have been so expensive. i'm not used to this."
mike smiled.
"you deserve it. you work so hard. plus, how could i not spoil you? NOW LOOK INSIDE!!"
will opened the sketchbook to the first page. it was a drawing mike had done of him. all by hand.
"mike."
"I'm not the artist in this relationship but i tried."
"i love it." will smiled, tears falling from his eyes onto his cheeks.
will smiled, giving mike the biggest hug. he pulled away and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. mike wiped his tears of will's cheek, and grabbed will's chin to pull him into a kiss. he could smell the peppermint on will's breath, and that just made mike bring him closer.
"merry christmas, will."
"merry christmas, mike."
"i love you."
"i love you too."
will's nose scrunched, as he and mike sat back down and cuddled together in the warmth of the blanket. mike rested his curly hair on will's shoulder. everything was perfect.