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THIS IS SO KIND AND THIS IS ONE OF THE CUTEST ONES I'VE EVER READDDD

SPA DAY

Pairing : Mike Wheeler x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre : Fluff.

Thank you @sunnibunnyyy for the request <3

Your breath was slightly shaky as you dialled the number, fingers tapping against the table where the landline was kept. Those same fingers went to twist the curly phone cord as you awaited the voice of your boyfriend on the other end.

“Hello?” The voice of an older woman rang out on the other end, one that clearly didn’t belong to Mike. After a second of silence, you figured out that Mrs Wheeler had probably picked up the phone instead, seeing how it was 9 AM on Saturday and Mike probably wasn’t even awake yet.

“Hello Mrs Wheeler. It’s [Name] here, how are you? Also is Mike on the other line?” Your tone remained polite, but somewhat distant. Mike’s mother knew you, but she didn’t really know you that well, especially as you’d only seen her during brief intervals where’d you picked Mike up for your dates or went to his house. It wasn’t like she was aware of the fact you guys were dating anyways, so what was the problem if not forming an attachment to her? Mike didn’t see an issue with it either, you guys were polite enough around each other that he hadn’t really cared.

“Oh, sweetheart, hello. I’m good thank you for asking, I’ll go grab Mike for you.” She says. You notice how she doesn’t ask you how you are back, most likely because her patience is wearing thin so early in the morning, but nevertheless she still remains polite.

“Thank you Mrs Wheeler.” You respond, waiting patiently as she sets the phone down for a minute. Seeing as it’s only 9 AM, you have eaten breakfast, but nothing more than that yet.

“..Hello.” A drowsy voice makes its way to your ear through the receiver of the phone, none other than your precious boyfriend, Mike Wheeler.

“Mikey! Hi! How are you?” Your response is definitely more enthusiastic in contrast, but Mike sounds like he’s just been dragged out of bed.

“I’m sleepy… why are you so enthusiastic on Saturday? It’s literally 9 in the morning.” He groaned, blinking sleepily. Though he wouldn’t have admitted to it, even if you begged him too, a part of him was glad to hear your voice before anyone else’s today.

You smiled a little at your boyfriend. It’s somewhat adorable to you, how grumpy he is in the morning. “Are you free today?” You ask, twirling the phone cord around your fingers again, this time out of enthusiasm rather than nervousness.

“Yes, yes I’m free.” Your smile grew a little wider.

“That’s great! I’ll pick you up at 11 AM, your house.” You said, putting down the receiver before he could protest.

“Wait.. huh!? What’s at 11?? [Name]? [Name]?! … Shit.” Mike huffed, hearing the click from your end, going back to the kitchen to finish his cereal before freshening up. He had like 1 hour and 45 minutes to get ready, not that he bothered about his appearance. Well.. when it came to you, of course, even he couldn’t help but to care a little bit, washing and brushing through his hair, and straightening out his clothes before throwing them on.

You came three minutes after the promised time, whilst Mike was in his room, doing his homework without any willpower to actually complete it. It was Spanish, and he had been failing the subject anyway. Finally, he’d heard the doorbell ring, and rushed down to grab it before his mom could.

“[Name]! Hi, you’re here.” He said, panting a little when he opened the door. You smiled at him.

“Hi Mike! Are you ready to go?” You asked him, watching as his brow furrowed, somewhat confused.

“Where..?” He asked, closing the door behind him as he threw on his shoes. He hadn’t worn a jacket, but you had on a jumper and a sweater beneath that, in the likelihood where your boyfriend would forget and start growing cold.

“Secret. You’ll have fun, I promise! We have to make a pit stop first though.” You said, interlocking fingers with him for just a moment. “Follow me!” You pulled him by his hand, and then let go of it, walking beside him as you fell into a comfortable silence.

“Why’d you wake me up at 9 AM?” He groaned, breaking the silence. You giggled a little, and he couldn’t help but to smile at you while you did so. You leant over, covering his face with your hands as if you were whispering a secret, but instead placed a small peck to his cheek. “You’re adorable.”

“And you woke me up at 9 AM with no explanation.” Mike truly doesn’t mind though. There are butterflies that flutter in his stomach and he’s sure his cheeks have a rosy tint from your sweet kiss, but he’s not even upset about it. He loves you too much to care.

“Well.. I wanted to do something fun!” You said, stopping at the mall. “This is our lovely pitstop!”

“A shopping mall?” He asks, confused.

“No, Mike. That’s Vecna. What do you think?” You respond sarcastically, grabbing his hand with yours to pull him inside. Mike let’s you take him away, and he lets you drag him to the first store you want, stopping in his tracks when he sees what it is.

“That’s a beauty store.” He remarks, not moving as you interlace his fingers with his.

“Uh huh. We’re going inside.” You say, dragging him inside before he can so much as protest. You then let go of his hand, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze, one made out of love.

“Woah woah woah. Why?!” Suddenly more alert, he looks around nervously as you giggle at his antics.

“Just to pick up a few things..” You sound innocent, but you still haven’t let anything about this date slip. “Come on!” You gently grab his wrist, guiding him next to you as he falls in place and you move your hand to interlace pinkies.

You throw things into the shopping basket that Mike doesn’t even know what the name is, but he swears some of them looks like weapons. Like that thing you picked up from the “eyelash curler” box, he swears he could knock Vecna out with it.

“Hello!” You walk up to the cashier, Mike trailing behind you, looking somewhat embarrassed or nervous. His pinkie is still interlaced with yours, the both of you holding hands out of the cashier’s sight. “Just these, thank you.”

“Of course, thank you for shopping here! Your total is $70.” Wincing, you slide the money in the counter as Mike stares at you in bewilderment. “Eh, this is more important than $70 dollars.” You remark, taking the bag as you two leave the store.

“So.. where are we going now?” He asks, his cheeks glowing red as you give him one of the sweetest smiles yet. You ruffle his hair, then look around to see is anyone’s watching and press a quick kiss to it.

“My house. It’s pretty close by, and my parents aren’t home.” Mike nods, trying to cool his cheeks down as you watch the panic on his face with an amused expression.

“Oh, okay.” He hides the nervousness in his voice. Your his first relationship, how could you blame him for being nervous?

The two of you reach your house quickly, you locking the front door behind Mike as he steps in, taking the bag of stuff you brought from you so you can lock the door. “Thanks Mikey.” You say, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Y-yeah, gotcha.” You smile, leading him up to your room by his hand as he trails behind you like a little puppy. Mike gives you a nervous smile as you close your room door behind him.

“Okay, so… we’re having a SPA DAY!!” You tell excitedly, as he gets in shock.

“Spa day? What.. is that what these weapons are for?” He asks, suddenly increasingly alarmed.

“They’re not weapons, Mikey. Not many are go in a hurt you!” He gives you a deadpan look as you dump the contents of the bag on the bed.

“Oh, ‘not many’ huh? that’s extremely comforting.” You giggle.

“Whatever baby. Sit on the bed.” Mike turns red at the nickname. starting to stutter and trip over his words. On the end you take pity on your poor boyfriend, gently pushing him on the bed as he sits there staring up at you. You grab one of the nasal strips. “Let’s start with these. They remove blackheads. We have to wash our faces first.” You go into the bathroom, grabbing a bowl and outing water in it for you both to use.

You take water in your hand. “Hold still Mikey.” You use your hand to rub water all over his nose, then apply the nose strip, quickly following with yourself. “Okay! So we have to wait for like 15 minutes.”

“15 minutes? For what exactly?” He asks, pouting at you. As you giggle, grabbing face masks from your bag.

“For it to work it’s magic! After we finish everything else we’ll do face masks at the end, do you want strawberry or lemon?”

“Lemon.” you bid, putting them aside, and grabbing the eyelash curler. Mike looks at it warily, as you bring the thing close to your eye.

“No! Don’t!” He grabs your hand, giving you puppy dog eyes. “You’ll get hurt.” He pours at you, and the expression is so cute you can’t help but throw the curler on the other side of the room. Take that, eyelash curler.

“It’s just an eyelash curler, it won’t hurt.” You say, amused.

“Say that when I have to carry you to the hospital.” You giggle at him.

“Wow, you guys have a distrustful relationship huh?” Suddenly, Mike smiles at you, something adoring, and soft. Like you hung up the sun and the moon, just for him. “15 minutes are over.” You say, cheeks red as you reach over, pulling his nose strip off.

“OW, fuck.” He says, snapped out of his loving gaze. “What was that for, huh?” He says, wincing.

“Does it hurt that bad?” Mike responds by ripping yours off. “Oh- OW CRAP - oh, i’m sorry for doing this to you earlier baby.” You press a kiss to his nose.

Now, he’s lying here with a yellow facial mask over his washed face whilst you talk about anything and everything. He’s lost in the sweetness of your vice, the gentle tone you only use with him. The random times you stop in the middle of a sentence to meet his intense live filled stare, only to respond by pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“Okay, face masks off now.” You peel yours off, Mike following as you get up to throw your used masks away.

“Wow, I kinda have to admit I feel like a fresh new person.” Mike admits, grinning so sweetly you can’t help but to stare lovingly.

“I love you, Mike.” You grab lipstick, applying it to your lips, pressing it to his cheek, and his other cheek, his nose, his forehead, his chin, everywhere you. can reach until his face is littered with red kisses, almost as red as his cheeks.

“I love you too, [Name]. You’ll always be my favourite person.”

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