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baby, i'm a put-on-a-show kind of girl by kissingpractice
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
02 May 2023
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The bottle begins to slow, and manages to point at every member of the party slowly before finally coming to a stop at-
“Will!” Dustin crows. “Will kissing a girl!”
“Shut up, Dustin, it's not like I'm allergic to them.” Will says, with no real heat. He swirls his wine glass, takes another sip, and then makes eye contact with Max, who is looking right at him with a glint in her eye. Right now, Will knows that they’re thinking exactly the same thing; This is an opportunity for fuckery that they simply cannot pass up.
Max crosses the circle and rather than kneeling down in front of him and leaning in, like all the other rounds that have been played, she throws one leg either side of him and straddles his lap. One of her hands slides up into Will’s hair, their faces hover, inches apart, for a few moments - before he grabs Max by the waist and kisses her full on the mouth.-
or: the Party get a little wine drunk, and play spin the bottle like every good teenage cliche. When the bottle finally lands on Will and Max, they can't resist the urge to fuck with their friends.
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Mike and Will have been together since they were seventeen — five years of love, laughter, and non-stop sex. But when Will hears a casual warning during a girls’ night with Max and El — that too much sex is a sure path to heartbreak — he spirals. One emotional conversation later, they agree to try the impossible: a one-week sex ban.
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28 Apr 2026
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Mike has never been happier. He's with El, Vecna's finally defeated, and she's finally introduced to his parents.
That is, until, he dreams of fucking his best friend, Will Byers.
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And there Will was, by the staircase, Chance at his neck, kissing him.
Mike flinched.
Blood rushed to his face. He could feel it, the heat burning in him, so he took another swig at his beer, as if that would help. Gulp. He didn’t know where to look. Heck, didn’t know what to do. Will’s eyes were closed now, his head backed up against the wall, neck craned in such an angle that gave full exposure for this…animal to take, to keep taking, to keep kissing him, to leave his mark.
Mike stepped further into the crowd. He was blind to the bodies around him, mindlessly walking forward, a feeling of frustration foreign to him beginning to take shape.
And then Will’s eyes were on Mike.
ky ✧ @belovingIy: stacey’s party but will is letting some guy kiss his neck while he maintains eye contact with mike from ten feet away and mike doesn’t know what to do nor where to look and just keeps fumbling with his drink
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“Look, maybe… you just need to get that out of the way,” Mike suggests slowly, looking almost self-conscious now. “And I could help. If you want.”
Will feels his cheeks rising in temperature with each passing second.
“So you… you want to kiss me?”