#i did do that lol......... he just looks SO much like a mike. i'm sorry.

[starlit-mansion]

Part two of the outfit spreads: Mike! Figuring out outfits for him was fun because for the most part, he doesn’t care and gets stuff from wherever with the least effort possible (absolutely a guy who wears freebie tees to rags), but he does take care to have a cute pink bomber jacket to really cut down the general intimidation factor of being a huge hairy guy. Also he dresses up mayyyybe once a year at most and only for something at the level of a company party or a wedding, and is still using the hand-me-downs that were passed to him around his high school graduation.

#oc: mike astin #fantasyland theme park universe #shanart #i love drawing a big hairy guy... heals me 50hp every time #also yes... if it isn't directly clear that i expied my usual fanon anxious regretful gay mike into a new universe without changing his name #i did do that lol......... he just looks SO much like a mike. i'm sorry. #you can't copyright the name mike #mike is a 'body issues = never look in a mirror or shop for clothes if possible' guy #to quote mike birbiglia: he just does a quick check to make sure he's not bleeding #a fun contrast to mal who is a 'body issues = overdress at all times' guy #manifesting neuroses through clothing: a fun aspect to having ocs

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

Imagine: Mike is back at his mall security guard job, and reader works at the support desk, but more specifically; is in charge of the lost and found.

1st time was because he found an forgotten phone (or something), and was told to take it to the lost and found, where he first met reader.

Then he starts being extra vigilent when walking around, looking for any item that looks misplaced or lost, no matter how unimportant, just as an excuse to go to the lost and found to talk to reader

(Ive never done this before, so sorry if i did anything wrong!)

lost and found | mike schmidt x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none! just a nice little fluffy piece about a sad sad man lol <3

to the asker, i hope you know that i saw this in my inbox and literally squealed, i was waiting for someone to drop a mike request

i hope that this is to your liking, i was going back and forth trying to decide how to start this off and coming up with tiny little ideas to add

also this probably goes without saying, but i have never worked at a mall nor interacted with mall staff if i can help it so if anything sounds off, feel free to correct me

to anyone who also writes on tumblr, pls tell me how you avoid using y/n, i tried to work around it as much as possible but some times just called for it

you hold your polite (albeit strained) smile to the blubbering woman walking away, unsure what to do with yourself as whoever she stands with rubs her back in comfortable circles. another lost wedding ring, gone to the test of time as long as the mall shall live: it's not that you didn't feel bad but after wedding ring #120, you kind of start to get used to the routine of things. lost and found wasn't your first choice when you first started working here but as long as you were getting a paycheck, you weren't going to complain. your side of the mall was rarely visited anyway, giving you the opportunity to do plenty of people watching when you weren't rummaging through piles of lost sweaters and purses.

you let out a quiet sigh once the customers are gone, sitting back in your seat and picking up the book you had once been reading; not like there was anything better to do. fully immersed in your book, you don't even notice the footsteps coming up to the counter. "um, hey." you jolt a bit at the sound of a voice, your gaze snapping from your book to whoever is standing only a few feet away. you have to hold back your reaction when you meet his eyes, tired but trying their best to look interested; it takes you a second to realize this is security and not another customer. "shoot, sorry." you mumble with an awkward smile as you sit up, resting your book in your lap to give the man in front of you your full attention. "how can i help you?" with a thin-lipped smile, he holds up a purse; from the looks of the logo on it, it's obvious this is designer.

you whistle as you take the purse from him, examining it with raised eyebrows. "well, you don't see this everyday. someone should come back for it, thanks." you say, flashing a grin at the security guard as he gives you a much more genuine smile. "no problem. if i had known lost and found got to see stuff like this, i would have put in to work over here instead." he says with a chuckle, folding his hands in front of him as he leans on the counter. "oh, we don't get interesting stuff that often, i promise you." you say with a roll of your eyes, putting the purse behind the counter; anyone in their right mind would come back for this thing. "enlighten me." before you can say something, the security guard outstretches a hand to you with a smile. "i'm mike, by the way. i work security." he says as you shake his hand, raising your eyebrows at him playfully. "(y/n). to give you some insight into how very little happens here, try and guess how many gachapon toys i have behind this counter."

and just like that, you've made a friend; not that you'd admit that mike wasn't sore on the eyes this soon. you just found it easy to talk to him considering you had never seen him around up until this point. after your first meeting, mike would regularly stop by whether he had something lost to leave with you or not: if you were lucky, he would even join you for lunch or walk you out at the end of a shift. little by little, you couldn't help but anticipate his arrival, the same relaxed smile always on his face much unlike the first time he'd approached you.

it's been almost a month by this point, you've had so many lost items deposited to you that after a while, throwing things away or reselling them (specific orders from your boss who was rather shocked at how many items you had in the back room) was required after a certain amount of time: not like anyone came back for them anyway. today was no different than the rest, the sounds of buzzing conversation in the distance from the more crowded areas of the mall. you pop the gum in your mouth as you paint your thumbnail a light-yellow color, scrunching your nose a bit at the smell of the nail polish. you blow softly on it, your eyes glancing up to scan your surroundings. what you see nearly makes you laugh. mike is walking over, seemingly at his normal pace before something catches his attention; whatever it is, you most definitely can't see it. when he stoops down to inspect it, he makes a face that you can only decipher as him being slightly annoyed. he catches you looking at him, an embarrassed smile on his face as he makes the rest of the walk of shame over to you when he realizes he's been caught.

"well, what is it this time? a broken watch? some cap with an unexplainable stain on it?" "what kind of person do you take me for? i'm just a faithful employee trying to do my job." mike says as he extends his arms with a playful smile, making you role your eyes as you abandon your nail polish to look up at the man in front of you. you close your eyes as you hold out your hand to him expectantly, waiting for him to drop something into your palm; after how often he came around, you made it something of a guessing game as to what mike was going to bring out. surprisingly, it's small, definitely plastic from the muted sound it makes when it lands in your hand. "it's a toy." "warm enough. you can open your eyes." you start to say something, opening your eyes and inspecting the item in your hand before you pause.

a small, plastic cat sits on a swing, it's paws holding on to the small chains attached to a brightly colored tab; it's obvious you could hang this off a shelf. your cheeks redden a bit as a sheepish smile grows on your face, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as your other hand holds it up to inspect it further. you'd never actually stopped at the capsule toy machines yourself, starting your collection only a few weeks after starting your job when they popped up so frequently at the counter. "you like it?" you blink at mike as he smiles fondly at you, one hand propping his chin up; you swear you can see a hint of smugness in his gaze. "it's..yeah. it's cute." you say, unable to help the way you giggle a bit as you hang the toy on the edge of the counter. "good. better hope no one come's looking for it." he chuckles softly, his eyes dropping from yours for a moment as you stare in delight at the newest addition to your collection. "i wouldn't give it to them anyway. not knowing you got it for me." mike's lips part a bit in shock, a scoff of disbelief leaving him despite the smile on his face as you smile up at him knowingly. he tries to defend himself, stuttering to say something before you're called by one of your coworkers. "duty calls." you giggle as you rise from your seat, pretending not to notice the way mike is still trying to recover from being caught as you make your way over to your coworker, a smile tugging at your lips.

SECOND ONE SHOT IN A WEEK HOLY MOLY THIS IS NEW to the asker, i hope you enjoyed this, i tried to add my own little spin to things just to give it that little extra romantic flair lol BUTTT i hope that all of you are having a good rest of your day/night/afternoon and stay safe! :D

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #fnaf #oneshot #x reader #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #michael schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Oh nooooo somebody stole my Aidlyn/Ashden headcanons so now I have to write more ... ✨️

(SORRY IM SPAMMING THE TAG 😭😭😭)

Some of these are based on my dad because he has bpd and he really reminds me of Aiden.

-His sense of humor is so broken like. Probably makes "that's what she said" and "your mom" jokes. Ash thinks he is the unfunniest person alive 🤡 and she STILL laughs at him (but never when he's trying to be funny). I think he'd be on Vine a lot lmao. He would laugh at that video of the bread slice falling over no cap.

-Aiden Clark, Professional Doomscroller. Maybe an itty bitty bit addicted to social media cuz "omg easy dopamine hit" even if he doesn't post a lot. Would prolly be chronically on TikTok if he was a teen today 🤡 Ash WILL steal his phone and hide it so they can "do something productive" (which alternates between her trying to teach him basic life skills to him falling out of a tree because they went outside for five minutes)

-her parents also gave him a truly awful shovel talk. He came out of it, kneeled in front of her, and said if he broke her heart to kill him before her parents did 💖 Tyler and him bond about their "scary in laws", although he has a better relationship with Mike and Emma than Tyler does with Mary and James 🤡

-convinced her to go to prom because "free food" and managed to wrangle out a slow-dance from her. He already likes dancing, SHE likes dancing...he wants to dance together ^_^

-She really likes his normal smile, when he's not forcing it. He takes good care of his teeth, so he's got a real bright smile :)

-Aiden tried to teach her how to skateboard a few times. She can...stand on it without falling off and roll around, but no tricks lol. Ash still thinks it was just an excuse for him to grab her hands or waist while she was balancing.

-Some problems in the relationship: they are not very good at communicating how they feel, so there's a lot of misunderstandings between them unless the gang intervenes haha ":D Sometimes Ash feels very suffocated by him and she really dislikes his apathy towards himself, and Aiden sometimes feels like Ash doesn't care about him nearly as much as he cares about her.

-his depressive episodes alternate between "I'm just gonna lie here and hope I die" to "actively trying to self destruct", sometimes he might go on a binge (overdosing on his meds, and when he's older he might sometimes drink too much or go on really dangerous joy rides, he's an awful driver), they really freak Ash out :( Recovery is a very long road with no end destination. She's trying to get better at reassuring him and he's trying to...just get better.

-both of them suck at remembering their anniversary 🤡 Aiden is a littleeeee bit better

-They have a knife collection they share ❤️

-he has her as "love of my life 💖✨️😍" on his phone contacts and has a special ringtone for her and everything. Absolutely not embarrassed about it, Ash...definitely is 💀 (she has him as "Aiden")

-sends her really bad poetry he wrote for her because writing his feelings down by himself is easier than saying it in the moment. Ash keeps all of them in a shoebox in her closet.

-she's not really good with touching and stuff but she feels better touching him, like a good stim. Really likes holding his face (no eye contact). Also enjoys him holding her hand.

-Secretly a little insecure about how she looks. She has never really thought about it before because she never cared about it, but now, in a relationship, she's kinda self conscious about him perceiving (read: constantly staring) her. She's very short and thin (even with muscles from ballet and training) and feels like a "late bloomer." Aiden thinks she's the closest thing to physical perfection that exists and will tell her this constantly ^_^

-She actually likes how he smells (grâce à: his really expensive soap lmao) but she would die before telling him lol

-The first time she kissed him her brain kinda shut off and she just squished their faces together while puffing her cheeks up. He bust out laughing and completely murdered the mood 💀 They'll figure it out...eventually

#heres a game: guess which ones are my dad lol #sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon) #school bus graveyard #aiden clark #aidlyn #ashlyn banner #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon #tw self destruction

[fandomwritingbit]

Hi there cutiepie

Thought I'd jump in to request

I was thinking like Michael Afton X reader after a fighr reader sleeps on the couch (sfw)

Ofcourse if your comfy writing that!! I did read rules so I'm hoping for it to be okay. (Also reader can be either female or gender neutral I don't mind either so I'd leave it up to you to decide with what you prefer writing)

Anyways darling have a nice day and don't forget to eat (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Ee this request is cute as hell. No one's ever called me cutiepie before, got me blushing over here 😘 Thank you so much for such a lovely ask.

I hope this is alright, I can never judge if this kind of thing is actually decent lol.

Anywhooo, michael x gn reader - Sleeping on the sofa (sfw angst with fluff)

"What do you mean 'no'- it's your turn!" your boyfriend interrogated, he looked more than annoyed, mocking how you spoke the word no.

You snigger as reflex, a little taken aback at how angry he was already, you'd only just walked in the door. You let your shoulder bag slide off and on to the floor, shruging sarcastically, "Mike I called you and said I was going to be late - I've had Hell on at work - you really haven't made plans for dinner?!"

"It's your turn." He reiterates, taking his eyes off you as he realised that he probably was in the wrong, but stubbornness making him double down.

"You could have ordered something- you really expect me to cook right now?!" As you spoke, you approach your boyfriend irritated, holding your watch up for him to see, "It's half ten, Mike. Half fucking ten."

He scoffed, "So what am I-"

Keep reading

"Find something, Mike. I swear to God." you hiss. You have to walk away from him to stop this from escalating because if he keeps talking to you so entitled you're going to snap. Well, snap more than you just did.

Storming upstairs, you go in a shower which does nothing to calm you down. In fact it does the opposite, making you more heated, replaying the look of 'hard-done-by' on Michael's face. By the time you're done and hop out, you decide you can't even look at him, grabbing your pillows and a blanket off the bed.

He appears whilst you’re mid action, opening his mouth to say something but it dies in his throat when you throw him the dirtiest look he's ever seen. "Fine." he mutters, walking straight past you into the bathroom.

You make yourself a nest on the sofa downstairs, hoping Mike knows to keep away right now, and eventually fall asleep with some tv show blaring in the background.

~

Laid in your usually shared bed upstairs, Michael tosses and turns. He felt guilty. Which he supposed was just, really. You had a long day and he didn’t even ask you how it was, just went off on you, took his stress out on you. And now the hunger-fueled anger had subsided, he was sober to that and the guilt wouldn’t let him drift off. 

So he got up, didn’t bother putting a shirt on and went downstairs as quietly as he could, trying not to disturb your sleeping form snuggled on the sofa. But seeing you there, you looked so sweet, your brows not furrowed like they had been earlier, your mouth not pressed into that tired hard line, he smiled a little just at the view before going into the kitchen and getting a glass of water. 

You woke up to the tap running in the adjacent room, the sound obnoxiously loud in the quiet of the house, you peer over your blanket waiting for him to walk back in, “Really? I was-” you start, but he puts his hands up in surrender, one holding the glass. 

“Look I’m sorry... About waking you up but also… earlier, I don’t know why I-” 

 You cut him off, sitting up to talk properly.“You were being a prick, Mike.” It was hard to keep your tone as mean as you wanted it at seeing the sheepish look on his face. 

“I know, sorry.” 

You crack, his apologetic voice working. And so, you scooch back on the cushions, making some room for him and lifting up the blanket for him to get in. Instead he scoops you and all your belongings off the piece of furniture, somehow making it look easy, and bundles you in his arms. 

You giggle, his arms tickling you. Though to be honest you’re glad to not be arguing anymore, even more glad to be able to sleep in your own bed.

#fnaf #fnaf michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton fluff

[kingofpopmj]

hii. can you please do an imagine, where michael in his mature era (aka: mac daddy mike), has a naive soon to be wife, and she doesn't know ANYTHING about sexy times, so Michael decides to teach her. Please and ty

Oooo hunni! You guys keep summoning Naughty Nevaeh lol

Here you go! I hope you enjoy.. 🙈

Teacher’s Pet

Michael and I had finally arrived home after a long day full of appearances. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The hysteria that follows Michael wherever he goes is unfathomable, yet he handles it with such grace. Usually, we keep a safe distance at public events, I appear more so as apart of his entourage than his partner, but it’s how we planned it. However, that was all in the past, now that I’m his fiancée we decided I’d be by his side. We were more than ready. As always he was extremely protective of me and made sure I felt safe. We announced our engagement only a few days prior. Michael and I were elated, the media on the other hand was relentless, I was labeled a gold digger, Michael was attacked and mocked— nothing too out of the norm, which pissed me off to no end, but he insisted I bite my tongue. He ensured me that he could handle it. It was tough to say the least. The noise surrounding us was so hateful— so loud and they were all rooting against us. It was infuriating. Unfortunately, as much as I tried to ignore the noise, it successfully added fuel to the flames of my own insecurities and I had no idea how to come clean to Michael, but it had to happen and soon.

“Baby?” I heard Michael’s voice, along with his footsteps nearing his— our bedroom— where I was currently hiding. “There you are! What’s wrong?”

“Hi. Nothing. Nothing” I answered quickly.

“You haven’t been yourself all day. I know these events can be draining. The crowds of people, the bright lights and the screaming. It’s a lot to get used to. If you don’t like them I promise I won’t force you to attend. I’ll understand. It won’t upset me.” The concerned look on his face made the knot in my stomach tighten. “Are you having doubts? Do you not want to get married?” My heart ached at the pain evident in his voice.

“No! Michael, of course not. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I’m sorry. I know I wasn’t the best date tonight.” I tried to ease my way into this conversation.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just last night—”

“I knew it. I’m sorry if I did too much. I was trying to be spontaneous you know? I completely understand if you want to wait until our wedding night. No matter what it’ll be perfect.”

“It’s not that I want to wait.”

“Talk to me.” He whispered with pleading eyes.

“I’m— I’ve never really— I don’t—” I began stuttering, unable to complete a sentence, my hands trembling as I tried desperately not to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Okay, breathe. Baby, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” Michael wrapped his arms around me, leaving a kiss on my forehead and began to sing to me softly.

Every night she walks right in my dreams

Since I met her from the start

I'm so proud I am the only one

Who is special in her heart

The girl is mine

“Keep going.” I smiled into his chest, loving the sound of his voice.

“Baby, if you wanted me to sing for you, all you had to do was ask.”

“You’re so annoying.” I playfully rolled my eyes, moving to sit on the bed.

“I’ll keep going if—” he paused dramatically, putting his hand in the air. “You tell me what’s on your mind. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I’m nervous about going further because—” I drifted off, feeling overwhelming embarrassment. “I’m a virgin.” I said barely above a whisper.

The only clue I was given that Michael heard my confession was how his grip on my hand loosened before pulling away all together. This was just what I was afraid of, he’s going to leave me.

“I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry Michael. I understand if—” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence, so instead I slowly twisted the engagement ring off my finger, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall as I reached my hand out to return the ring to Michael.

“No. No. I don’t want it back. No. Baby, it belongs right here.” He spoke softly, he sat down next to me as he slid the ring back onto my finger. “Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry if I pressured you. It wasn’t my intention.”

“I don’t feel pressured. I want to. I want to be with you. I just— I’m terrified of disappointing you.”

“You could never disappoint me.” Michael moved closer to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.”

Suddenly, I didn’t feel afraid, with the weight of my confession finally off my shoulders, I was able to feel something else. Love. Desire. Yearning. Craving. It was all I could feel and I couldn’t help myself— I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked up at him, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. I grasped at his collar with my fingers, pulling him into me, desperately needing him as close as possible. He kissed me back, his hands finding the small of my back, holding me tenderly. I moved into his lap, straddling him as our kiss intensified. I began to unbutton his shirt, before I heard Michael’s voice.

“Slow down.” He gently took my hands into his. “Baby, we don’t have to do this right now. I’ll wait as long as you need. You’re more than worth the wait.”

“All I need is you. Right now. I’m ready.”

“Are you positive?”

“Yes, just maybe talk me through it? Teach me a thing or two? I really want you to enjoy it.”

“Baby, I’m already enjoying it.” He smiled, gesturing to the erection poking into my inner thigh. “Just call me Professor Jackson.” He said, with a flirtation wink.

“You’re making me blush!” I giggled, burying my face in his neck. “I’m trying to be serious! Sexy even..”

“You’re always sexy. You don’t have to try.” He spoke lowly, picking me up, laying me back on the bed as he placed himself between my legs. “Oh, I can do serious.”

“Michael!” I yelped, feeling his warm hand slipping underneath my dress, moving up my thigh teasingly.

“Relax. Let me teach you.”

“Please. Teach me.” I begged, the anticipation building as his hand hovered between my legs, fiddling with the lace of my panties. Michael kneeled down in front of me, causing the air to get stuck in my lungs.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered, his breath tickling my thigh. I was desperate for more.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked, looking deep into my eyes, his long fingers slipped underneath the lace, his touch sending a shiver throughout my body.

“I trust you, Professor Jackson.”

“Oh, that sounds so much better coming out of your beautiful mouth.” He smirked, kissing me and quite literally taking my breath away. He ripped off the lace that covered my modesty, this side of Michael was quickly becoming my favorite.

I felt an overwhelming urge to scream as Michael began moving his fingers in a circular motion. My breathing becoming unsteady, struggling to process the pleasure I was feeling for the very first time.

“It’s all about touch.” He whispered. “It comes naturally once you stop overthinking.” His pace increasing as he spoke. “When two people are as connected as you and I— every kiss, every touch, everything feels— amplified.”

“Michael! Michael!” My body shaking, falling back into the mattress, suddenly I didn’t feel his fingers anymore. I felt something else— something even better. I slowly glanced down, seeing the top of Michael’s head, his face buried between my legs. The sight alone was enough to drive me crazy. I could feel his tongue, the way it curved, the way it moved, the way it sent shocks of electricity through me. My back arched, unintentionally thrusting my hips forward, locking my leg around the back of his neck. I began to curse profusely, feeling his hand slowly travel up under the fabric of my dress, the skin to skin contact made me shiver as he took a firm hold of my breast.

“Oh! My!” I felt a build up in my core, gripping the comforter tightly, attempting to ground myself, but there was no use. My thighs clenched around Michael’s head as a sound fell from my lips— one I didn’t know I was capable of.

“Just breathe.” I heard his voice, as his fingers slid the straps of my dress down my arms. He leaned down kissing and sucking down my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I got you.”

“Please—” I pleaded between my gasps for air. I had no idea what I wanted. I just knew I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

“I’m going to try something first.” Michael said before I felt his lips on my nipple. “How does that feel?”

“So good.”

“Open.” Michael murmured, gently tapping my knees. I did as I was told, watching as he removed his pants, taking a place in between my legs.

“Is it going to hurt?” I said quietly.

“I’d never hurt you.” He grabbed my arms, placing them above my head and intertwined our fingers. “I’ll go slow.”

As he looked into my eyes, the sensation of him entering me ignited a flutter in my chest, tears of pleasure puddled my eyes and I squeezed his hands so tight I began losing feeling in my fingers. Once he was fully buried inside of me he made gentle movements by rotating his hips in small circles. The tingle that raced through me was indescribable. I never knew that this feeling existed, but now that I do, I was sure that the reason was because subconsciously I was waiting for Michael.

“Michael!” I cried, ripping one hand free, tightly gripping his shoulder, digging my finger nails into his skin.

“Y/N, baby, you have to loosen up.” He said sweetly, unwrapping my legs that were locked around him. “Now, I can do this.” He started carefully moving in and out of me. As great as it felt I craved more. “How does that feel?”

“God. I love that.”

“I have an idea.” Michael said, moving away from me, I frowned, ready to protest until he laid on his back pulling me on top of him.

“What are you doing?” I panicked, at the extreme withdrawal and our new position.

“Teaching.” He smirked. “You’re going to learn how to ride me.” He said so seductively it gave me goosebumps.

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. Just follow my instructions. All you have to do is—” He guided my hips with his hands, explaining what I had to do, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I was to focused on wanting him inside of me again. As he spoke I slowly spread my legs, coming closer to him until I felt his tip. The rush it gave me was so intense, my knees slid further across the silk comforter and I felt our full connection again. Michael’s eyes widen at my speed, he briefly glanced down, admiring how I took him whole. “Oh god!”

“Oh crap! Did I hurt you?” I panicked.

“No. No. It feels amazing. I just— wow. You’re a fast learner.”

“Well, I have a great teacher.” I slowly began to move my hips, watching Michael bite his bottom lip, his hands squeezing my thighs firmly.

“Baby. You’re gonna make me—”

“Make you what?” I questioned, slowing my pace, waiting for his answer. “Am I doing this wrong?” I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment as I stopped my movements all together.

“Don’t stop!” He moaned loudly. Holy shit. That was so hot. I began moving my hips like my life depended on it. Michael had beads of sweat on his forehead and his chest was glistening. “Baby, I’m gonna— I’m almost—”

“Michael!” I begged, Michael pulled me down onto his chest as I felt him twitch inside of me.

“You feel so perfect.” He purred in my ear as we lay still for a few seconds before Michael excitedly propped himself up on his elbows. He rolled us over, so he was now looking down at me. I laid against the mattress with a confused look on my face.

“We’re gonna be here all night.” He finally spoke as he touched my lips with his.

“Well, I do have more to learn. If you’re interested in teaching into after school hours.” I teased, wrapping my legs around his hips.

“Your wish is my command.” He declared, kissing me sweetly before he started up again, his quick pace taking me by surprise.

The wooden bed frame shrieked against the floor boards with each thrust. Our kiss becoming sloppy, needy even. Everything felt so intense. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t care. As long as Michael stayed on top of me, beneath me— inside me, I didn’t care about anything else. It’s just us.

“Amazing.” I breathed out, working up the courage to speak. “Can I— can I try to use my mouth?” I asked nervously, staring straight up at the ceiling. Michael slowed down, dragging his finger along my jawline, forcing me look into his eyes.

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”

#michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader

[mxrvelouss]

piggybacking off @lavendertom 's mike schmidt x reader fic again bc i want to post more wholesome **CLEAN** scenes that occupy my mind 😭

if you are a christian just trying to have some fun with your imagination on tumblr, let's be friends! 🫶🏻 it can definitely be hard trying to steer clear of any dirty stuff on this app LOL...just tryna be wholesome and silly

anyways here's this! but pls go read her fic first and give my bestie support bc this scene takes place after pt 4! 🤭🤭

wc: less than 1k

warnings: none! just some fluff hehe

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You got to Mike's house an hour earlier, just like he asked. When he opened the door, you noticed that his hair was damp and his face was clean-shaven. He also had a shirt on that you had never seen him wear before. it was a short sleeve black t-shirt, and it looked nice on him, considering he only seemed to wear sweatshirts. Ok, "nice" was an understatement. Mike looked VERY attractive, and the muscles bulging out from the tight sleeves was enough to make you blush.

"Hey," he said nervously as you walked in.

"Hi!" you responded as you set your things down, and then looked back up at him, expectantly.

"Did you, uh, finish all your classes alright?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. It confused you, but then you remembered that earlier in the morning, in Abby's fort, you mentioned that you had some classes that day.

"Oh! Uh, yeah! Thanks for asking," you replied. The silence was tense, but in a good way. You knew he liked you; but did he know you liked him?

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" you ask as the two of you make your way to the kitchen table. As you take a seat, he moves a chair directly next to you, and nervously clears his throat as he sits down. Your heart pounds.

"I just wanted to say that....I am so, so grateful for you." he pauses, looks at you with those deep brown eyes, and smiles. "I'm sorry for the way i was last night. I was just stressed with Abby and...and...y'know." He looks away, tears in his eyes, and continues.

"Anyways, I, uh, saw you in Abby's fort this morning and it just...it made me really happy. Thank you for being there for her, and for being the..." he hesitates, as if deciding what to say next. His next words are quiet and hoarse. "...for being the guardian that I can't be."

It felt like a punch to the gut.

He didnt feel good enough. He didnt feel like a good brother, a good son, a good parental figure for his sister.

You suddenly felt compelled to make him see that this wasnt true.

"Mike," you say intensely, gently touching his hand. He looks up at you with his eyebrows raised. "You... are doing EVERYTHING that you can for Abby, and you are doing amazing. She loves you so much, and she knows how hard youre trying."

You pause, trying to decide if you should say the next words on your mind.

You plunge ahead.

"And I know how hard you're trying, too. And it just makes me love you all the more." You lean forward, planting a kiss on his cheek. As you pull back, he looks at you, stunned, his cheeks flushed. Then, a grin. He smiles so wide that youre not even sure youre looking at Mike Schmidt anymore. He doesn't kiss you back- not yet, at least- but that look in his eyes, the look that he finally believes he IS doing enough, that HE is enough, is worth even more. ✨

#fnaf #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf fic #fnaf movie #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt fic #fluff #christian

[familyvideostevie]

hii if you’re still willing to take requests could I ask for an Eddie x reader where Robin introduces the two because of reader’s similar interests and taste in guys? I was thinking kind of like how Robin saw Nancy had a Tom Cruise poster but with reader and she sees that reader has a Dave Mustaine poster? “You have a Dave Mustaine poster?? You have a Dave Mustaine poster 😏” I’m sorry if it’s dumb lol thank you 💕

this cracked me up, honestly, and i love any chance to write dear robin as the best friend ever, hope you like it! | 1k, fem!reader, fluff, short and sweet, pre!relationship, Eddie is a gem, thank you for requesting this was not dumb!!!! <3

"You did not put enough sunscreen on, Robin," Nancy chides. "Your nose is already red."

"That cannot be true," your friend whines. "Steve watched me put on like, four layers. I'm just sweaty!"

The three of you are sprawled on a blanket in the park, half-heartedly watching the rest of the group play basketball in the summer heat. This is only your third or fourth time hanging out with all of Robin's friends, but she's done her best to fold you in after graduation. You don't question it too much, because you could use some people to hang out with as you figure out your life and the energy between all of these kids is something magnetic, something special.

They seem alright with your presence, even a little overenthusiastic. You made sure to lead with your endless pool of fun facts and for some reason once Max declared that the way you whistled really loudly with your fingers was "way cool," you were in.

"Nancy, you need to watch your shoulders," you tease. "We're all going to be lobsters pretty soon." She looks down at herself sharply before rolling her eyes at you and grabbing the sunscreen tube from her bag.

"Honestly, someone is going to hurt themselves. And it's going to be Steve." Robin looks at the court with disgust where Lucas and Steve are facing off under the basket. Dustin and Max seem to have taken it upon themselves to heckle from the sidelines, but Mike refuses to give up, trying his best to get the ball from Lucas and failing each time.

"This is embarrassing," Nancy mutters. "Bringing the Wheeler name down. I have to help him." She tosses the sunscreen aside and stands up, jogging over. "Mike! Get it together!"

"Oh, this is going to be good," Dustin laughs. "Robin, is Eddie coming?"

"I think so. Steve, when did he say he'd be here?"

"I'm busy, Robin! You're the one that invited him!" He jumps in the air to block Lucas from a shot and fails. Robin laughs.

"Well, I think he's coming," she says. You love Robin, but she's not great at hiding things from you. She can be a bit of a wall to new people or in situations when she's unsure of the people around her, but she's nothing but comfortable surrounded by her friends. So you can tell immediately that she's up to something, and tell her so. She takes a breath and launches into an answer for a question you didn't ask.

"Okay, so when we were hanging out last weekend in your room I saw the Megadeath poster on your wall and I thought wow, I've seen a poster like that before! And the blonde guy kinda looks like someone I know! So I tried to remember where I'd seen it and then I was like, oh, obviously there's the same poster on Eddie's wall and I thought wait, I don't think you guys know each other, since you're my friend from school and I introduced you to everyone else but he's never been free when you're free, I don't know how that happened --"

"Eddie...Munson, right?" you interrupt her. "Your friend? The one who sold weed in high school?"

"Yep!" she chirps, looking pleased with herself.

"Robin," you say, lowering your voice. "Are you trying to buy weed? Do you want my help?"

"No!" she says, exasperated, like you've missed the point. And you think you might have. "I'm trying to set you up!"

"Oh," you breathe out. "Oh, okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smile at her. You know who Eddie is, obviously, and Robin is right, you room is practically wallpapered with posters of guys who look like him. You just always thought he was...kind of intimidating.

"Sweet! It's going to be great, even if you don't like like him, he's really nice and you can definetly talk about whatever shitty music you want--"

"Hey!" you protest, but it's interrupted by a chorus of greetings from the basketball court.

"Eddie!" Dustin cries. "Wanna play with us?"

"Oh, now you want to play?" Steve complains.

"Not on your life, Henderson," Eddie says, passing through the court with high fives for everyone on his way to the blanket. "Wheeler is way too scary."

"Oh, thanks man," Mike says, grinning.

"Not you, dude," Eddie teases. "Your sister." Everyone laughs but Eddie winks at Mike before the game starts up again.

"Hi Robin," he says as he stretches out on the blanket next to you. "Hello, new girl." He's got kind eyes, you think, kinder than you'd have expected. He's loose and seems happy, his biceps flexing as he leans back on his hands. You introduce yourself, trying not to be shy.

"Oh! Yeah, I've heard about you," he grins. "Got a lot of fans around here."

"Really?" You know the bond between all of these friends is something strong, something forged out of experiences you'll never understand. But the thought that they're willing to love you, too, fills your heart with such fondness your cheeks flush.

"Band geek over here told me you had a Megadeath poster on your wall, which is great, since no one in this circus of clowns has any god damned respect!" He leans into the joke a little, shaking his head like he's disappointed, but his mouth is curled up at one edge. Something in your gut tells you that Eddie Munson is someone who doesn't care what people like as long as it makes them happy.

Robin is too gleeful to be offended, eyes darting between the two of you. "I think I want to play after all," she blurts out and darts up towards the court.

"There is no way in hell that girl wants to play basketball," Eddie observes.

"No," you sigh. "This is a set up." He pulls his legs up and circles his arms around them, peering at you from under his bangs.

"Well, I don't mind if you don't mind." You really study him for a moment. Wide brown eyes, crinkled with the beginnings of a smile. He seems a little nervous, for all his bravado. He's sweating a bit, committed to his ripped jeans and general metal aesthetic and you think, damn. I want to know him.

"I don't mind," you tell him, and his grin is like the sun.

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[iliaclwrites]

Lemme know if this is out of character lol I’m in love with your cheerleader/reader series 🫶🏽 but I was wondering if you would be willing to write something about them getting into an serious argument and are giving each other the silent treatment? Like maybe hellfire gets fed up with how they’re both acting since it’s affecting their campaigns (somehow) and so maybe they lock both of them in the room together to work it out and barricade the door so they cant get out? lol if you write this then thank you sm in advance and if not then I completely understand 😊🫶🏽

this got so long wtf lmao.

warnings: fighting, swearing, angsty-ish? not really lmao it's fluff

Mike screeched to a halt into Hellfire, almost slamming into the table. "Sorry I'm--" His voice died in his throat, staring at the scene. Dustin, Lucas, Jeff and Gareth were sitting on the floor, rolling dice into a mat dully and reading, while Eddie and you were huddled behind the screen, whispering furtively, as though no one else was there. "They're still fighting? How long've they been like this?"

"As in the rest of this week, or just today?" Lucas asked flatly, looking up at Mike. "They've been fighting since I got here."

"Since lunch," Gareth corrected.

"Since Monday," Dustin complained, dropping his head into his knees. "Do they ever take a break? How do they eat?"

Lucas leaned back on his palms, staring up at the ceiling. "He was fighting with her before and after cheer," he muttered. "I saw him waiting on the bleachers. They argued in sign language." He mimed something with his hands, and Dustin swallowed a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. "Like, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, so I'm the unreasonable one?" you snapped, standing up to put your hands on your hips. "This is all my fault, then? Sure, Eddie. Real mature."

"You're the one playing the blame game," he countered, wagging a finger at her. "Don't go all 'woe is me,' you knew what you signed up for when you started dating me."

"Yeah!" you huffed. "Dating! Participle gerundive form! Active! As in, something I am doing!"

("Wait, lemme get this down," Dustin muttered. "We're doing participles in Latin. Did she say gerundive or ablative?")

"Oh, don't get all grammar on me, princess," Eddie hissed. "You know it's suicide for me if I go with you."

"Right!" Mike yelled, and your heads snapped up at him. "Okay. I'm sick of this. We're sick of this." He looked behind him at everyone else, who were nodding quickly. "Can you guys please sort this shit out so we can get on with living our lives?"

"Without yelling," Dustin added.

"Or threats?" Gareth said.

"Or passing notes between you two on the days you refuse to talk?" Lucas said.

"Dude, they made you do that?" Jeff asked, and Lucas sighed, nodding. "Real mature."

"You two," Mike continued, pointing at both of you. "Are not coming out of this room until you get this all sorted." He put his hands on his hips, seemingly possessed by the spirit of his older sister Nancy. "Either kiss and make up, or starve to death in Hellfire. Come on," he said to everyone else. "Barricade the door."

Eddie's mouth opened and closed, fishlike, as the kids stormed out of the room. Outside, Dustin and Lucas slammed themselves against the door, pressing their ears to it as Mike peered through the keyhole.

"I didn't realise it was getting that bad," you said weakly, moving to sit on the table. Eddie pursed his lips, not looking at you. "They probably think mommy and daddy are divorcing."

He sighed. "I don't understand why you care so much," he admitted quietly. "It's just a stupid dress up party. With stupid popular kids. Chrissy's gonna win prom queen, Jason's gonna win prom king, I'll get blamed for spiking the punch. It's boring highschool bullshit."

You glared at him. "It's my boring highschool bullshit," you snapped. "It's my prom. They're my friends. I want to go."

"Then go!" Eddie said, sweeping his hands. "I'm not stopping you. It's just stupid fucking promnight."

("God," Dustin muttered. "Eddie really sucks at this."

"I'm on his side," Mike murmured back. "He shouldn't have to go to prom if he doesn't want to."

"Wait," Gareth said, pressing his ear to the door. "They're fighting about prom? That's it? I thought he'd murdered someone, or something.")

"I want to go with my boyfriend," you hissed, pressing a finger into his chest. "You're my boyfriend, and I want my boyfriend to be at my 'stupid fucking prom night'!"

He barked a laugh. "What, with the corsage, and the matching tie, and pulling up in a rusty ol' van, and some girl crying in the bathroom, and your mom forcing us to take photos? No tha--" Eddie stopped, watching as you blushed under his gaze. "Holy shit. You actually want that, don't you?"

"Sue me!" you cried, not meeting his eyes. "Yes! I want you to pull up in your stupid van, and I want to get spun around with you to, I don't know, Duran Duran, and I want Chrissy to take a group photo with us on her new Polaroid, and I want you to step on my feet while we're dancing. Is that wrong? Is that stupid?"

Eddie swallowed thickly. "And we'll get drunk on the punch that I definitely didn't spike," he added softly. "And I'll get a matching corsage for you."

You smiled, pressing your hand to his cheek. "And we'll blow it all off halfway to smoke behind the bikeshed," you murmured, smiling up at him hopefully. "Come on, Eds. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?"

He sighed. "Princess, it'd be social suicide for you," he said, tucking a hank of your hair behind your ear. "Your friends hate me enough as it is. I don't wanna give them more reasons to push you away, alright? I've seen how they fight with you. About me."

You rolled your eyes. "They're stupid," you said drily. "I don't care. All I care about is my boyfriend watching me walk down the staircase of my house--"

"You live in a one-storey."

"And going, whoa, when he sees me in my prom dress for the first time. Maybe even a choked up, 'you look nice!', or something."

"You watch way too many John Hughes movies," he snorted, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Do I have to wear a suit?"

"Please."

He chewed on his lower lip. "...And you'll be in a dress?"

"The prettiest."

"And no one is gonna say anything that the top flyer is dancing with Eddie the Freak?"

You took one of his hands in your good one, pressing your mouth to the warm metal of his ring. "If they do, I won't hear it. And if they say anything, anything at all," she added darkly, "they'll see just how much training I put into my high kicks."

He smiled, pressing his face into your hair, before growing sombre. "I don't like the fact they treat you badly because of me."

You shrugged. "Then you're gonna have to get used to it, Munson. I'm sticking around." You pursed your lips at him, closing your eyes. "Make up kiss? Pwease?"

He laughed, and pressed his mouth to yours for the first time this week, groaning at the contact. Your good arm flew around his head, pulling him between your legs as you made up for lost time. You hissed as he nudged your bad wrist, and he stroked your cheek as an apology, refusing to pull away.

"Eddie!" you gasped, arching in surprise as he hauled your body closer to him, pressing you right up against his chest as he planted both hands either side of you, caging you in. "God, fuck, I missed this," you mumbled, hooking your legs around his waist as he dug his teeth into your neck, biting down. "Shit, god, fuck, please."

"Right!" Mike said, slamming the door open, face bright red. "Glad that's all sorted out then. Glad you two could. Uh. Kiss and make up."

You laughed weakly, resting your head against Eddie's chest, and flipped them off in tandem.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x cheerleader

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

YAN ALPHABET MIKE+ALTERS (minus Chester cuss I dunno how to write for him qnq)

part two, MAL

WARNINGS: YANDERE KINDS OF STUFFS, STALKING, POSSEVINESS, KIDNAPPING, OBBSESIVNESS, MURDER, VIOLENCE, FORCED LOVE, MIKE DOESN'T LOVE ZOEY.

type: obsessive, possessive.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

what?

uhm...

he isn't good at that.

but he tries. usually through words or physical affection. other than that, he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mal is willing to do ANYTHING. whether it's murdering someone, or simply scaring them away, he'll do anything to have you all to himself.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

you bet your soul he's gonna mock you.

he basically lets you do what you want (in the house.), but if you're planning to go outside, Mal's coming with you, and you HAVE to hold his hand.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

touching you, kissing you, holding you, basically whatever he wants. but he would never do something sexual without your consent. he's not a monster. (I'm making myself laugh-)

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he's very secretive. he will only answer certain questions.

his childhood? what do you think?

whats wrong with him? I dunno, and I don't care.

favorite candy? chocolate. (so that's where your chocolate stash went-)

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

...what the fuck?

ok- Mal kinda knew this would happen, and that's why he knows how to punish you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

yeah.

it's just a little game of cat and mouse when you try to leave. or it is to him.

he finds it funny you really think you can leave him. he already knew about your plan.

your soooo stupid sometimes, bunny.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

torture.

his punishments.

to say they suck ass is an understatement.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he doesn't care. as long as you're with him, and he's happy.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he gets jealous very quickly.

some dude touched you?

they went missing.

someone tried to talk to you?

how weird- they went missing too!

someone tried to flirt with you?

how odd... they didn't go missing but they're body had been torn apart and strung up around their own home.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he's a bit clingy at times, but other than that and his few acts of kindness and/or soft moments, he's kinda the same.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mal is VERY upfront about how he feels.

he wants your attention?

he demands it.

he wants cuddles?

that's right, he demands it.

when you didn't live with Mal, he just stalked you. he didn't talk to you all too much, if at all.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

torture.

if you tried to leave he'd break certain bones. (ex: wrists and/or ankles)

if you did something he didn't like he'd only yell or something if he was in a good mood. if Mal isn't in a good mood, he'll hit you and lecture you. if you cry enough, he'll give a small sorry for hitting you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

most if not all of them. lol.

he's on your case 24/7.

you're basically his property, and your property is now his.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

not patient at all. lol.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

look, the way I've been writing Mal, he looks heartless. and that's how he is in the show, but...

death: ...what? no... it wasn't meant to end this way... no... no, no, NO!

he doesn't know what to do... you're gone... forever...

once it's confirmed you're dead, he's crying. what now? he'll never be able to get over you. most of his days will be spent grieving, crying, and missing you. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. he doesn't feel like causing harm to people, being a menace, or doing anything he likes...

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

no lol.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

(btw in these hcs, Mal's the original lol)

throughout his past, he's gone through a lot of trauma that made him the way he is. this is also why Mal is the way he is with you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

scream: uhm.... you're on you're own bud. he's just gonna leave the room until you're done. it kinda hurts his ears....

cry: Mal doesn't know what to do. at first, he's mocking you, but soon he comforts you. Mal does love you, after all. and seeing you like that does (eventually) make him feel bad. but he doesn't really know how to comfort someone, so he just holds you, and does what he can to make you feel better. if someone else made you cry, they're dead meat. only Mal can make you cry. no one else is worthy.

isolate: he doesn't care.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

nothing. but he is a bit more sadistic.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Uhm... the fact he can't keep you with him if you're dead????

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

yeah lol

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Mal doesn't really worship you. but he will do anything to keep you to himself.

he does need you after all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

about a week at most.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

While Mal does like watching you suffer, he also likes you. if you were to be gone- personality, joy, hope, etc -he'd feel kinda bad cuss he'd know it was his fault. he'd do everything he can to try to bring you back. if he can't, he'll just do his best to live with this new you.

#tdi #tdi mal #total drama mal #total drama mal x reader #headcanon #yandere headcanons #yandere mal #total drama x reader

[buckys-little-belle]

I love love love your little terror series! Would you consider making one if maybe like more gareth forward or like gareth being the main caregiver? He seems like he would just be the sweetest caregiver and I'm honestly just in love lol, maybe he calls the little bunny?? Thank you so much!

Little Bunny

Gareth Emerson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Jason is a bully

Notes - Gareth is aged up to be a senior in highschool on his second go around so he’s at least 19, I think, I don’t know how American schools work … Also this is short, I’m coming back from a very long hiatus so please just bear with me <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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The parking lot was as loud as ever, students chatting, catching up after a long summer, cars parked so close doors could hardly open, and new students lost to the point of no return. Senior year seemed to creep up on Gareth like no other, the excitement of becoming the Hellfire club's new DM had taken up most of his summer, the thoughts of math homework, english class, and graduation lost on him as he began planning his first campaign.

Ever since Eddie, Little Terror and Jeff had graduated, the school felt less alive, no more table top rants, or chasing a lost little through the hallways after school. Everything just felt empty and broken. "Gareth!" Dustin called out, waving him over to the group of people he seemed imbedded in, Mike and Lucas both present. "This is Elle." He pointed to a girl, her giving him a shy wave in return. "And that's Will, they're new, and old." Gareth just shook his head, Dustin was sure to explain what he meant later. "They wanted to know if they could join the club?"

"Sure, the more the merrier!" He smiled, faking his enthusiasm, the change that this year was to bring too fresh on his mind. "Just make sure they have what they need purchased by Friday!" He shouted as he walked away, the group chatting as he left them behind.

"Sorry." A voice pleaded, the sound heard by Gareth as he walked to his locker, the language hall usually quite, hardly any students in it before school, just those unlucky enough to have their lockers located there. "I really didn't do it I promise! I didn't do anything!" The voice continued.

"I don't believe you!" A harsh voice called back, one that belonged to Jason Carver, the second year senior who's dad apparently couldn't pay off the teachers to let him pass. "You did this on purpose! And you're going to pay!"

Gareth walked towards the commotion, almost hesitating as he instinctively waited for Eddie to barge through and deal with Jason. "Ahem." Gareth cleared his throat, leaning against the lockers closest to the pair, his new found height doing wonders to his intimidation tactics.

"This is none of your business' Freak." Jason spat, turning back to the crying person in front of him.

"Pretty sure it is." Gareth said sarcastically, looking around to add dramatic effect, as if he was looking for a care in the world for Jason. Before the Jock could get back to tormenting the clearly new person, he spoke again. "Seeing as they are in Hellfire, this situation is definitely my business, so tell me what's going on here."

Jason just laughed, looking to the poor soul and then back to Gareth. "Should have known they were with you, all you Freaks look the same."

The words made Y/n cry harder, standing still, tears running down their cheeks as Jason turned back to them before walking away, not having the time to try and mess with the Hellfire Club this early in the year. "'m so sorry!" Y/n cried, looking now to Gareth, their eyes wide, heart beating fast. "I promise I din' do anyfin, 'm jus' clumsy 'nd fell." Their tears were fatter now, their shoulders shaking slightly.

Gareth's heart broke, 'Why do we always meet littles in moments of distress?' He asked himself. "I know you didn't do anything, and even if you did, your secret would be safe with me." He smiled, pretend zipping and locking his lips.

Y/n wrinkled their nose, a small smile now on their face as tears fell. "I'll leabe now, 'm sorry for bothering you."

"You're not bothering me, don't worry." He chuckled, Y/n quite literally making his day. "Why don't I take you somewhere and help you calm down? Wouldn't want to spend your first day sad, would you?"

"You don' wan' me t'go with you, 'm, 'm ..."

"Feeling tiny?" Gareth asked, Y/n's eyes widening when they heard his words. "Well, if you don't want to come and play with allll the toys I have, that's fine, I'll just let them know you don't want to be their friends." He said, fake sadness lacing his voice, turning to walk away.

"Toys?"

Gareth smiled, nodding his head, gesturing for Y/n to follow him.

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The drama room lights turned on with a buzz, the room suddenly flooded with warm light, the large table in the middle as clean as it will ever get all year, not yet in use, costumes on racks surrounding the perimeter of the room. "They should be over here, you can take a seat if you want." He smiled, walking towards the back wall in search of the box of second hand toys Little Fairy used to play with, all donated by those in the club, along with Eddie's thrift store finds.

Y/n wrinkled their nose as the box was placed in front of them, contemplating what to pull out first, before their hand landed on a stuffed bunny, one Little Fairy refused to play with because of their little blue and orange stuffed blobs.

"You two are a prefect pair." Gareth chuckled, his arms crossed as he stood a few steps back. "You both have cute little noses." He laughed when Y/n looked up at him, their nose scrunched in the perfect bunny like way.

Y/n smiled, giving the bunny a little wiggle, their hand wiping the tears off their face, a smile on their lips rather than their previous frown. "I's cute." They giggled, showing the bunny off to Gareth.

"It is very cute, why don't you take him with you today?" Gareth asked, now crouched down, his arms laying on the table as he looked at the thing, giving one of the ears a little pet. "He sits in here all day alone, I think he’d enjoy the company.” He smiled.

“Really?” Y/n’s tears had mostly dried, but sadness seemed to be permanent plastered to their face, like no amount of stuffed animal would rub it off.

“Of course.” Gareth sat in the seat next to Y/n, one arm leaning against the table. “Why don’t we meet up at lunch, and you can let me know if he’s behaving?” He asked, knowing he wouldn’t be a good ‘hellfire babysitter’ if he didn’t check in on them later, though he would ask even if it wasn’t for the club, Y/n and him seemed to click, sort of like Eddie and Little fairy.

“M’kay.” Y/n smiled up at him, wrinkling their nose once again. “Tanks.”

“Of course, Little bunny.”

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #age regression #little!reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #hellfire club x reader #hellfire club x little reader #hellfire babysitting club #strager things #stranger things age regression #stranger things fic

[thelaundrybitch]

As a fan that’s literally in the shadows anticipating your wondrous WIPs I figured it’d be ok to poke you 🥸🫥🙃

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I’d also like to make a personal request and beg for another snippet 👀 (optional)

HELLLLOOOO! Thank you for the ask!

And I'm so sorry this is hella long, I got a bit excitable while answering LOL

~~Fun and a sneak peek of a bit of Tethered under the cut~~

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

AHHHHH!!!!

The work isn't posted yet! 😩

*cries in tactical Basilio and Jehannet*

SO! I would say anything with my tactical turts in it.

You can find the fic and the original concept art HERE

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers'/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

God this is such a hard question wtf

Ok, I would have to say that my favorite character to write for is adult Michelangelo

And funny enough, I have exactly ONE fic written for him - The Snow Storm.

I enjoy writing for him because I think he's an absolute wild card. He's usually portrayed as that carefree, dumbed-down, himbo who needs his big brothers to look out for him.

And that just doesn't feel right to me.

Honestly, I have a decent amount written for him under wraps in Tethered, and I am very excited for everyone to fully meet my Tactical Mike because I think he's gonna blow some panties to smithereens.

💥💥💥🩲💥💥💥

However, if you are looking for some of my Tactical Mike, I gave a small taste of him through Little Blue Hearts, and again in First Kiss Head Canons.

ALTERNATIVELY

I love writing for/as *reader* because I highly enjoy all the internal dialogue I can add and the sassy shenanigans that come about when interacting with the turts.

I’d also like to make a personal request and beg for another snippet 👀 (optional)

LMAO! For you? Absolutely.

OK, without giving TOO much away...

The MC is a "jumper" when she dreams, and sometimes, when she makes it to the turts, she isn't all there. She's kinda on autopilot. You know. Reptilian brain. Ish.

Anyway, here, have a good laugh at poor Leo's expense.

Again. It's a bit messy but try and enjoy the shenanigans.

💙💙💙💙💙

When I finally gain some lucidity, I'm sitting in Basilio's lap, my head on his shoulder.

👀👀👀

We're in the movie room

I lift my head and I'm now looking around confused™

Until my eyes land on Leo, who is beside us, and J and Don, who are sitting on the floor.

"Uhh…"

I look back at Basilio, and he studies my face for a moment with a teasing smirk on his face while his arms are comfortably around my middle, our fingers intertwined -to the best of our ability- with one hand.

I glance down as Don turns and looks up at us.

"Did I miss something?" I ask, and all four boys chuckle.

"I'd say so," teases J, "You wouldn't leave poor Bayz alone all night."

"I wouldn't say poor," Leo mumbles.

I look over at him and he's doing the big pout, arms crossed.

I look at Don, in question.

"Yeah, you got here, and we were all in the lab together, and you went right for Basilio," Don says.

"I was in the kitchen getting a refill on the snack bowl," Leo pouts.

"So I just walked over to Bayz," I say looking at him with a smile, "and attached myself?" 

"Nah, girl. You RAN," emphasizes J with big eyes.

My eyebrows are on the ceiling somewhere.

Don chuckles, "Yep. And he wasn't expecting for it to be him, so you ran and jumped, and knocked him on his ass. It was quite entertaining, actually."

"Then this guy comes in," J says, pointing his thumb at Leo, "sees you on top of Bayz, and has a conniption," he giggles.

"Drops the entire bowl of snacks ALL over the lab floor," continues Don, "and tries to 'help you up'," he says using air quotes.

"AKA he tried to wrestle you out of Bayz's arms, but you weren't having it," J says, biting back more giggles.

My eyes are the size of moons and my face is redder than freshly cooked lobster.

"You clung to me like a baby monkey," Bayz tells me, looking quite pleased with his twin's extreme dismay.

"Then the kisses started," Don says with a smirk.

"WHAT?!" now I'm REALLY mortified.

"Don't worry, you only got a couple in before Don intervened. The second he called you Sunshine, you scrambled off of Bayz, jumped on Don, and started to undress him," J is in a fit of giggles now.

JFC. What is wrong with me.

I look at Don, who has a sultry look of satisfaction written across his handsome face.

"So I took you to bed and told these guys we'd meet them in here in about 45 minutes," he husks with a wink.

"Then this guy," J accuses Leo again, "complains, what?! What the fuck are you doing for 45 minutes?! It doesn't take that long!"

"And Don looks him dead in the eye and says, It does if you're doing it right, and slams the bedroom door," chuckles Basilio.

☠️☠️☠️

"And it took almost two hours. So he must've done a really good job," says J with a grin so big it might split his face in half.

"If you don't remember, I can show you what we did," Don says with that flirty Don look.

💙💙💙💙💙

Hope you enjoyed the snippet! You can Find out more about Basilio HERE and more about J (Jehannet) HERE.

Again, Thank you so much for asking me some questions! I love doing these!

Questions are from this post HERE for anyone else who may want to use it or to ask more questions!

~tags for the sneak peek~

@leosgirl82 @leoandraphssoulmate @eveandtheturtles @ninjaintheshadow @replicasey @scholastic-dragon @justalotoffanfiction @meowph-132

#asks answered #asks #fun asks #thelaundrybitch #thelaundrybitch speaks #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! #all about me #WIP SNIPPET ALERT #tmnt aged up #oc basilio #oc bayz #tethered series #tactical team turtles #t3

[beepboop358]

Hi. I am/was a mileven defender until I saw that scene in the van and Mike's copy pasted monologue that felt like it wasn't even meant for El but for Will.

As a straight person, I don't think I can relate to a queer person's frustration or anger over Season 4 even if I tried.

And I'm sorry but that's why it's hard for me to understand why you guys have given up on your ship when it's obvious that my people are the ones that should be getting prepared for a massive straight bait.

I hate to even think about it and it saddens me to the core but Mike is clearly projecting. He doesn't feel about El the way he feels about Will and it shows. I think El truly loves Mike tho so it's even more frustrating to me.

I wanted mileven to work so badly and I still do but given Mike's strange behavior and the way Will and Mike look at each other and the way they stand side by side between two other canon ships in the final scene and actually all their scenes together, it's hard to not to believe that your ship is the one they're going for.

I guess it's a good thing that they are planning on making the gay ship endgame. I know you guys need some decent representation and I'm sorry about the people that are mocking you for it on Twitter or in real life. All of that doesn't mean I suddenly started shipping them tho. I'm still clinging on to mileven. Probably forever.

I just wanted to acknowledge that I think it's weird that many of you have lost hope. But again, I can't really relate to the things queer people are experiencing and going through on a daily basis so I want to apologize if anything I just said was insensitive.

hello!

This was really interesting to read, thank you so much for sharing, genuinely! I hadn’t thought about it from this perspective before because i’ve mostly seen mike/el fans only celebrating after s4, and i’ve gotten several rude messages since vol. 2’s release over me being delusional and crazy for thinking byler would ever happen. It’s super interesting we are both doubting our ships and convinced the other will now be canon after s4… and I find it really fascinating that as a mileven shipper you thought Mike’s speech to El sounded like it was meant for Will…

I still have faith that byler could happen, and the ending shots really make me think it will, but i’m worried that they won’t be able to fix the damage they did to it in s4 fully, in s5, because I thought the writing in s4 was very different than what we have previously seen in the show, and so many characters didn’t get the development i thought they deserved. Regardless of whose ship ends up being endgame, I just hope that they fix it and actually resolve something in s5 so it ends on a healthy note for the couple. I believe everyone should ship whoever they want, so its totally fine by me if you don’t ship byler. Also, thank you <3 It definitley sucks to be mocked by so many people rn LOL.

I hope you’re well! xx

#byler #byeler #st4 #stranger things 4

[penmansparadise]

Eddie Munson ~ The Adventurer and the Dungeon Master

*I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Work Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Mild language. Description of a hot makeout session.

Requested by @violetrainbow412-blog​

hello! how are you? I hope you are well

I was wondering if you could write something with Eddie Munson (if I'm too specific, sorry) where the reader is in the Hellfire club and is GREAT at D&D, so everyone thinks she and Eddie hate each other or something like that, but for some reason they end up breaking the tension with a make out session lol

I hope you feel like writing it and if not, that's fine anyway! <3

a/n: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this request, and I hope it is what you wanted.  I was an 80s fiend long before Stranger Things came out, so I love writing these imagines where I can insert music that I love.  If you haven’t listened to Play Deep by The Outfield, go do it now.  It is one of my favorite albums.  I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!  Thank you again for reading, liking, reblogging, and following.  I’ll be outlining a 001 request and posting that shortly so stay tuned.  Remember that my asks and requests are both open.  Enjoy!

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You sat, headphones blasting “Say It Isn’t So” by The Outfield and feet propped up on the lunch table, staring at Eddie. This was an everyday occurrence for you. You would sit by yourself fawning over the curly-haired boy while the rest of the Hellfire Club took residence at a table in the middle of the lunchroom. You never sat with them, preferring to sit alone. You also didn’t want to upset Eddie more than you already had when you joined the club. It wasn’t long ago when Dustin had insisted you go with him to one of Eddie’s campaigns. Having been his babysitter since he was in elementary school, he knew that you were extremely skilled at D&D. At first, you refused, but when Dustin came up one day and threw a club T-shirt at you, you couldn’t continue to avoid it. You attended the campaign, and it was then that you came to the conclusion that Eddie didn’t like you. Not only did he blatantly try and have you not play, when you absolutely dominated his campaign, he looked as if someone had just spit in his face. After that, even though you became an active member of the club, you tried to keep your distance. Dustin seemed to believe that Eddie did like you, like a lot. In fact, his exact words were, “He’s madly in love with you, Y/N.” But you didn’t see it. You and everyone else firmly believed that Eddie did not like you. End of story.

As you watched him parade around the table, a wide grin plastered on his face, you sighed. It was a shame that Eddie didn’t like you. You had always thought he was cute. Everything about him turned you on, from his denim vest to his wild hair and ring-clad fingers. You had spent many nights imagining the wonders his hands would do to your body or the way his lips would feel against your skin. Had he shown any interest in you at all, you would’ve jumped his bones months ago. But he hadn’t, so you were reserved to staring and daydreaming about the things you wanted Eddie to do to you. You were nibbling on your bottom lip, completely taken by your thoughts, when suddenly, your very clear view of Eddie was replaced with Dustin and Mike taking a seat. You tried to look around them, but Dustin was adamant, blocking your line of sight with every move. You rolled your eyes as you yanked your headphones off your head.

“What?”

“Well, hello to you too,” Dustin said, sounding more annoyed with you than he had any right to be. You set your lips in a tight line as you crossed your arms.

“What do you want, Henderson?”

“Are you still able to take us home after D&D tonight?” He used his finger to motion between him and Mike. You nodded.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, craning your neck again only to find Eddie was gone already. Disappointment shot through you and turned your irritation back onto Dustin.

“I’ll see you after school,” you said before sliding your headphone back onto your head, snatching your bag from the table, and stomping off.

After school, you didn’t waste any time meeting up with the rest of the Hellfire boys. Although, when you entered the room, you noticed you were the last to arrive, earning what looked like a scowl from Eddie.

“Glad you finally decided to join us,” Eddie said as you took your spot at the table. You dropped your bag next to your chair and turned to him with the sweetest smile you could manage.

“Sorry, I have a life outside of this club.” Eddie’s lips twitched at your comment, and for a second, you thought you were going to earn a smile from him. But he quickly regained his composure, grumbling something incoherent before starting the campaign.

It was grueling. Eddie had pulled out all the stops, and the six of you playing were fighting everything he threw at you. Although it was difficult, you still seemed to dominate the game. It didn’t matter what Eddie did; you hardly took any hits. But just when you thought it was over, Eddie leaned closer, his chestnut-colored eyes the only thing visible over his guidebook.

“There is one you don’t recognize,” he said in a grave whisper, “his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else.” Eddie began to rise from his seat.

“He is not only missing his left arm,” he said, pulling his left arm behind his back, “but his left eye!”

The whole room erupted.

“He’s dead.”

“Yeah, Vecna was killed by Kas!”

A devilish grin spread across Eddie’s face.

“So, it was thought, my friends. So, it was thought. But Vecna lives,” he said, slamming Vecna onto the board. Everyone looked defeated as they stared at the little figurine on the black pedestal. You could tell that Eddie was proud of himself as he leaned forward, making eye contact with every single one of you.

“You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured.” He raised his eyebrows, “Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or, do you stand your ground and fight?”

Eddie stared at each of you with anticipation. You looked around the group.

“I say we fight.” You said, sitting up straighter in your chair and turning to Eddie, who, much to your surprise, had the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Something inside of you awoke. Your stomach was doing somersaults, and your heart fluttered in your chest. Even though you knew you should have turned back to the group, you couldn’t seem to pull your eyes from him, and he didn’t bother looking away either. There was always tension between the two of you. Everyone felt it. That’s why they all said he didn’t like you. But this time, the tension felt much stronger. It was like a gravitational pull slowly but surely drawing you closer and closer toward Eddie. You could feel yourself start to lean in just slightly when the sound of a faraway voice echoed in your head.

“I agree with Y/N,” Gareth said, causing you to snap back into your seat.

“Huh?”

The group looked at you like you had three heads before Gareth said, “We’ll fight.”

“Yeah,” Dustin began, “to the death.”

And with that simple statement, the rest of the group started chanting, pulling your focus back into the game. Gareth was the first to roll the die and get knocked out of the game. Then Jeff and Mike rolled and were knocked as well. With each turn, the defeat was looming. Finally, Dustin rolled, and he was also knocked out. Before long, all that was left was you. Eddie was on the edge of his seat as he looked at you, waiting for your move.

“Well, Y/N,” he said, his voice a little gravely, sending tingles down your spine, “what’ll it be? Stay and fight, or flee?” His big brown eyes were honed in on you, burning with something you couldn’t quite place. But you knew you never wanted him to look at you with anything less than the ferocity his eyes held at that moment. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you held his very excited gaze and smirked.

“I’ll fight.” The rest of the group behind you let out a collective groan. Vecna only had fifteen more hit points. You knew you could defeat him. Or at least you hoped you could as you picked up the dice.

It was like everything was in slow motion. You shook the tiny acrylic piece in your hands, eyes closed, praying that you didn’t make a huge mistake. Then you released it onto the board. Everyone leaned over as it bounced across the table toward Vecna’s menacing figure. It began to slow, and you all were on your toes as you watched it. One bounce. Two bounces. Then three, and it landed on twenty. The boys behind you jumped up, shouting with excitement. You started laughing as they each started throwing one another around and hugging you. Eddie leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Your joy slowly started to dissipate. You had just beat yet another one of Eddie’s campaigns. But, when you locked eyes with him again, he didn’t look upset or shocked like every other time before. Instead, he looked impressed, and his stare held that same intensity from earlier, causing your legs to clench. You regained your composure as best you could, gave a small shrug, and threw him a smug grin before being enveloped in another hug by Dustin.

After everyone celebrated and cleaned up, they slowly began to trickle out of the room. While you gathered your things, Dustin followed you around, gushing over your win.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, I’m serious. That was the best win yet. You’re like a master!”

You chuckled.

“I wouldn’t go that far. Come on,” you said, ruffling his hair, earning an annoyed whine from him, “let’s get you boys home.”

The three of you headed for the door, but Eddie’s voice stopped you before you could exit.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, and you turned to face him.

“Yes?”

For the first time since you met him, he actually looked a little nervous. His feet shuffled a little, and he couldn’t bring his eyes to meet yours as he asked, “Could you stay back for a minute?”

Your eyes narrowed, but you still nodded, tossing Dustin the keys to your car.

“Go wait in the car. I’ll only be a second.”

Dustin’s cheesy grin spread across his face, and he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You scoffed and shoved him out the door, Mike following in suit. Once the door shut behind the two boys, you turned to face Eddie. He was messing with one of the game pieces on the table. In the muted red light of the room, he looked even more handsome than in daylight. The light cast shadows over his face, accenting every angle and curve. You moved over to the table, standing opposite Eddie, and crossed your arms.

“Are you finally gonna kick me out of the club?”

His fingers stopped playing with the figurine, and you could see him take a deep breath before finally raising his eyes to meet yours.

“Now, why would I do that?”

His voice was so sultry you couldn’t help the way your core tightened. The tension was back and damn near palpable in the air. You swallowed, doing your best to maintain your self-control.

“Because for some reason, I continue to beat all your campaigns.”

Eddie let out a laugh as he started to make his way around the table. Your eyes followed his every move.

“And you think I’d be offended by that?” He asked, rounding the far corner of the table.

You shrugged, pretending to not be falling apart at the seams.

“It would explain why you don’t like me.”

“I never said that,” he said, his steps achingly slow.

You could barely control your breathing as you stared into his eyes. Brown like melted chocolate on a hot summer day.

“Then what’s your deal with me?”

Eddie’s sweet smile lifted his lips. Even though the intense sexual tension was hanging heavy in the room, Eddie still seemed to find a way to ease your racing heart.

“I’m not upset that you beat all my campaigns, Y/N,” he said, taking slow, calculated steps toward you, “I’m impressed.”

He was so close that you could reach out and touch him if you really wanted to. He lifted a hand and took a strand of your hair between his forefinger and thumb, twirling it. His rings barely brushed against your cheek with each movement.

“It’s actually really hot,” he said, looking at you through hooded eyes.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt like the tension was choking you.

“It is?” You asked in a strained voice.

He grinned at you again, sending your heart into a flurry.

“Oh yeah,” he said, scrunching his nose a little with the statement.

“Like really,” he looped a finger through your belt loop, “really,” he pulled your body flush with his chest, “hot.” Then he smashed his lips into yours.

You immediately grabbed hold of his arms before trailing your way up to his neck. Eddie’s hands gripped your face, his rings a stark contrast to his warm palms. The kiss started out sane, then slowly turned into a wild beast. Eddie’s hands moved to tangle in your hair as he walked you backward until your butt made contact with the table. His lips never left yours as he let his hands travel down the length of your body. Down your arms, over your ass, until they landed on the back of your thighs. He effortlessly lifted you onto the table. Items clattered onto the floor, but neither one of you broke the kiss. You let your fingers thread through his curls, and a little moan escaped you. The way his hands felt on your body and the way his hair tickled your cheeks was like something out of a dream. He chuckled against your lips as he leaned you back, deepening the kiss. You gave his hair a slight tug, and the most beautiful groan came out of him. You felt like you were high on the best kind of drug and would do absolutely anything to hear him make that sound again. You were so caught up in how his lips danced in perfect sync with yours that you didn’t even hear the door open again. It wasn’t until a gasp echoed through the room that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

“I knew it!” Dustin said, his voice shrill. And in a matter of seconds, Eddie was nearly across the room, leaving you heaving on the table.

“I totally knew it! You owe me ten bucks, Mike.”

Both your and Eddie’s hair was a knotted mess, and your shirt looked as if it had spent a week in the hamper; it was so wrinkled. Your lips were puffy, and your pupils dilated like you had just snorted a line of cocaine. Eddie ran his hands over his hair, doing his best to fix his wild curls while you hopped off the table and yanked on your shirt, trying to get rid of the wrinkles.

“Dustin, what are you doing? I told you to wait in the car.”

Your statement was completely lost on him as Dustin harped on Mike for not believing his theory on you and Eddie. You shook your head and waved your arms to get his attention.

“Okay, okay, we get it. But what you just saw does not leave this room.”

“What!?” He said, voice raising an extra octave, “Hell no. I can’t wait to tell the others. They’re not gonna believe me.”

You rolled your eyes, then turned to Eddie for some assistance. He took a step toward the boys with an intimidating smile.

“Henderson,” he said, voice low, “I’m telling you right now if you say anything, I will end you. Understood?”

Dustin’s proud grin was replaced with panic as he nodded.

“Right yeah, no, I understand,” he said, miming zipping his lips, “my lips are sealed.”

“Good. Glad we could come to an understanding.” Eddie said.

You grabbed your bag and began ushering the two boys back out the door. Just before you exited, you turned back to look at Eddie. His award-winning smile was playing on his lips again, and he gave you a little bow.

“Until next time, Lady Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your chest. He was such a dork, but you knew that you would do anything to get that dork back into the same compromising position you were in only moments ago. Just the thought had your cheeks burning.

You nibbled on your lower lip for a second, eyes wild with the urge to smash your lips onto his again, and said, “I’m looking forward to it.”

Dustin made a gagging noise, causing you to smack him on the back of the head, and then led the two boys back to your car. The entire drive, you knew Dustin was giving you the right act, but you could care less. The only thing you could think about was the promise of Eddie’s hands roaming over your body again. And that would have to be enough until next time.  

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom

[noah-nathan]

Watching The Crowded Room and going in completely blind..

Haven't seen a trailer, no idea what it's even about lol

Here are my thoughts as I move along..

After watching Ep 1, I think:

Danny and his brother where SAed as children, maybe by the stepdad.

Ariana is a sex worker?

His brother either died due to abuse or offed himself because of it.

Ep 2:

Ariana was sexually abused too, I think.

Danny might have Multiple personalities and seems to be unaware about it.

Some charracters might actually be part of his system?

Is the "ghost house" actually his mindspace?

Ep 3:

Yup, multiple personalities!

Yitzhak is definitely one of them!

Jonny probably too & if he is, so must Mike.

Ariana might be aswell, maybe she's his sexual protector & SA trauma holder.

Did he ever have a twin brother, or was he also part of the system?

I love Yitzhak, best protected ever!!

I think Rya, the psychiatrist might suspect him having DiD, but isn't sure yet & the police has no idea.

But how did eye witnesses see Ariana?!

Ep 4:

I think Jack is also part of Danny's system.

Jack seems to be a protector aswell.

I can't tell if his brother was another alter or his actual brother?

All the drawings in his (burned) sketchbook might be of alters.

Oooooo shits 'bout to go down!!

Ep 5:

Gee, straight to the intro, no little scene before that? Is that a good sign or a bad one?

I really hope his mother didn't know what her children where going through.

I love Mario, he's cool!

I feel so sorry for his mom (Candy?)  too, she just wanted the best for her baby.. :(

I think Adam was his first protector & trauma holder, not his actual brother.

Ep 6:

I hate how the police officer is talking about poor Danny. :(

I hate the psychiatrists son, he's a brat and a nuisance lol

Hell yeah Jonny, get right outa those cuffs!!

God, I love this woman.. she's an amazing doctor and I NEED her to succeed!!

Why do I kinda like his lawyer?! He's such an asshole lmao

Oh, Danny.. My poor baby.. He's so scared :(

Ep 7:

Yayy, Yitzhak is back!!

Jack, Jonny, Mike, Yitzhak and Ariana confirmed alters, yay!!

Goddam Jonny... At least try to keep it together man >:(

These "psychologists" are so insufferable.. and so is the judge..

I love Yitzhak so much.. please don't let him be gone gone AAaAaa <3

Oh god.. please help him, poor puppy boy :(

Ep 8:

GET OFF MY SVREEN YOU FUCKIN PEDOPHILE PIG PIECE OF SHIT!!

I hope Marlin rots in hell, fucking piece of shit.

I love the directive so much!!

Candy, how could you? How could she cover for that piece of shit?

Oh, I feel bad for Arianas boyfriend.. and for Ariana :(

Why should they try to "get rid of the alters"?? I know that this plays in a different time, but it's so frustrating that the alters aren't really seen as whole ass human beings by the professionals.. :(

Jerome is so sweet and kind, I cant- I want them to be friends forever AAaAaa

If that boy doesn't get the help he needs, I'm going to scream...

Ep 9:

I hate him. I hate Marlin so much.. why do I have to look at him right now?!

How can candy live with herself, protecting this pig????

I hope she fucking turns around and stands up for Danny in the end :(

Stan is such a good guy, I hope he's a great lawyer too.

I hate it.. D.I.D. is real for fucks sake.

The trial just started and  I'm already crying..

I'm starting to hate candy, she's acting like a real bitch right now, ngl..

FUCK YEAH CANDY!! GO SAVE YOUR FUCKING SON!!!

Aaand she went home.. goddamn it..

Yay Jerome is back!!

Goddamn.. she's a really good psychologist.

I swear to God Candy, if you mess up again I'm going to scream.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Danny, baby.. no :(

How dare you end the episode like that?!

Ep 10:

Jesus Christ, please don't let my baby die.

God damnit Jack..

I hate his smug fucking grin.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him..

Oh, If Danny can come back, so could Yitzhak, right? I miss him. :(

"Adam is me" I'm fucking crying again wtf..

I'm on the edge of me seat, please don't jail this boy!!

OH THANK GOD!!!

I can't stop crying aaaaa

If Danny can forgive Candy, I guess I should too.. but I don't wanna >:(

He looks so cute, with all the paint on his shirt. <3

Don't try and make me feel sympathy for Candy.

Hell yeah, no forgiveness for Candy!!!!

I love the friendship of Danny and Rya, they have such great chemistry!

Last thoughts, after doing some research:

They handled this whole theme so respectfully and good!

Tom also did such an amazing job portraying his roles, it's amazing!!

Especially considering that this series and the movie "Split" where apparently based on the same case.. I fucking hated how DiD was portrayed in Split.. Like it's something to fear. Like it makes people violent. And as something fucking supernatural.. I fucking hated that.. But "The Crowded Room" is so honest and respectful.. It's beautiful!

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[weird-is-life]

When night falls, I am your escape #12

Summary: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him.

Warnings: language, mentions of dinner, angst, fluff, kiss

Chapters: 12/12

Words: 3k Masterlist

A/N: This is the last chapter of the series. I suck at endings, so i'm sorry in advance lol. In all seriousness, thank you so much for reading this. It means a lot to me. Thank you Thank you Thank you

Lastly, here's the song, that always made me feel inspired, while writing this series, also peak the lyrics😉. Enjoy!

I spent the remaining 2 days, locked in the house. Refusing to answer any questions about my mood from my parents. I ignored every phone call and message from Daniel and some other people by turning my phone off. I just sat in my room with packed bags and I replayed what exactly had happened.

It was like my mind and body, completely shut down after the kiss. Like some kind of protective mode was triggered in me. And to be honest, it was kind of obvious why. I mean, I didn't want to get hurt as I had before.

I wanted to protect my heart from the heartbreak, refusing to acknowledge the feelings I developed for Daniel.

After 2 days of impatiently waiting for my flight out of there, I said my teary-eyed goodbyes to my parents and got on the plane.

When I finally got home after the long flight, I let out a huge breath of relief and slammed my body on the huge bed, immediately falling asleep.

But I did the mistake of turning my phone on, well I didn't have any other choices I needed for work. I found so many missed calls and texts, not just from Daniel, but from Mike and Michelle.

I did what I knew the best, I ignored them, and instead, I threw myself into the work, completely shutting out everything else.

-

Daniel was losing his mind from the worry. You weren't picking up the phone or answering his texts.

He was scared, he'd hurt you. He didn't want things to get the way they were. He didn't want you to ignore his existence.

He wanted to know if you were okay. But he didn't want to push you. So he stopped texting you, hoping you'd reply to his text.

And when you didn't, he got only worried more. He did the only thing he could think of and drove to your house, hoping to see you.

He didn't find you behind the door, instead, he was met by your mom.

"Oh hi Dan, wasn't expecting to see you here," she said.

"Hi, is y/n here? I'd like to talk to her" he nervously chew on the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sorry, but she just left a few hours ago. Her flight already took off" she said with sympathy in her voice.

"She did?" Daniel asked disappointed and your mom nodded.

"Did she say anything a-about me? Like did she leave any note?" he asked, he hoped you wouldn't just leave without saying or writing, anything.

"No, I'm sorry. Was she meant to?" she asked and Daniel's face dropped.

"No no, it's alright. I was just wondering... - it doesn't matter. Thank you for letting me know. I have to go now, it was nice to see you."

"Bye Daniel" she waved him goodbye, looking worriedly at him.

Daniel wasn't really surprised, you left. He kind of expected it, but it still stung. He hoped, he could talk to you about everything. He hoped, he could make everything clear between the two of you.

He didn't know, what to do. He behaved weirdly, like everybody could see something was wrong. They didn't want to push him to tell them what was wrong with him. But eventually, Mike had enough of his sulking and asked him, while they were working out.

"Okay, I've had enough of this. Spill it, what happened?" Mike couldn't stand to look at his mopey figure any longer. Daniel was messing up the exercises and it drove Michael crazy.

"What do you want me to say?" Daniel looked at him.

"I don't know, how about what's been bugging you for days now?"

"It's nothing, forget about it. Let's just go back to the training" Daniel wasn't really in the mood to talk.

"No, we will not train, until you tell me what's up" Mike insisted.

"Just let it go" Daniel was stubborn as always.

"C'mon Dan, it's me, just tell me."

"I kissed her," Daniel told him.

"Kissed her? What are you talking about?"

"Y/N, i kissed Y/N. For crying out loud" Daniel raised his voice in frustration. He was angry at himself about this whole situation.

"You kissed Y/N?" Michael stared at him, mouth wide open.

"Yes! Fuck, I'm such a fucking idiot" Daniel crouched down, putting his head in his hands.

"She didn't kiss you back?" Mike asked, he didn't know why his friend was so upset about it. I mean, he was like 99 percent sure you liked Daniel back.

"She did, but then...-but then she pushed me away, saying it was a mistake and shut the door in my face without any explanation" Daniel explained angrily, " I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Such a fucking idiot" he murmured to himself.

"Have you tried calling her? I'm sure, it will have an expl-"

"I tried, but she completely ignored me and she's already in London" Daniel desperately explained. He already gave up trying to text you.

"She left already? But I don't understand" Daniel picked his head up from his hands to look at Mike's confused stare.

"What do you not understand? I kissed her and she left" Daniel was beginning to get irritated by him.

"No, I get that. But I don't understand why would she kiss you back and then leave" he clarified.

"I don't know, maybe she still hates me" Daniel tugged at his hair lightly.

"She doesn't hate, I'm pretty sure, she likes you back" Mike argued.

"Well, then I don't know why. I thought we were cool again" Daniel huffed in defeat.

"Maybe you're just that bad of a kisser" Mike tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Not funny" Daniel glared at him.

"But wait? Why did you kiss her in the first place? What happened to stay friends? " Mike squinted his eyes at him.

" I don't know why I did it" Daniel lied.

"You don't know? Oh but I think you do" he pointed an accusatory finger at Daniel.

"I don't. "

"You still love her, admit it," Mike said and Daniel stayed quiet. There was no point in trying to lie, he knew Michael knew the truth.

"I knew it" he half-yelled," but wait, what are we going to do?"

"We? We aren't going to do anything, I just want to know if she is okay" Daniel said.

"Yes we, I'm going to help you" Mike stated.

"How exactly are you going to do that?"

"I'll try to call her. "

"What?.... You know what sure, call her" Daniel immediately lit up.

"I will call her after you're done training. Now move your ass" Mike said.

"You're such an asshole" Daniel complained.

Mike kept his promise and tried to call you. Of course, you didn't pick up. He even texted you and no response.

Mike told Michelle about it and basically, Daniel's whole family found out about it. They didn't comment on it or do anything about it, they didn't want to make him feel worse than he already had.

But if it wasn't for his mom, he wouldn't have done anything about it, too.

"Daniel, get your shit together and go talk to her," she said to him.

"She doesn't want to see me and besides I wouldn't know where to find her" Daniel replied.

"Don't make the same mistake again. Here take this" she handed him a small piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"You can find y/n there" she smiled at him

"How did you get this?"

"Doesn't matter, you should just go, follow your heart for once" she encouraged him.

"But I don't think she wants to see me" he protested.

"Daniel, I swear to god, that if you don't go after that girl, I'm gonna kick your ass" she threatened him and Daniel thought, she looked too serious about it like she might kick his ass.

"Y/N is just scared of getting hurt again by you. You have to go and show her, that you won't do that" she added, her expression softened.

"You're right.... as always" Daniel admitted, "thanks mom."

Daniel took the advice to his heart and was ready to tell you everything. He stayed in Perth for a few more days, until he had to leave back to England for work. He hoped not just for work, but that he'd find you and make everything right.

-

It was Friday night and I was cooking dinner when the bell rang through my apartment.

I stopped stirring the soup with confusion laced in my face, thinking about who could it be. I was sure, that I didn't invite anyone over. All my friends were out of town, so I had no idea who it was.

I thought maybe a neighbor, needed something.

I went to open the door to see who it was. But something told me to look through the peephole in the door first.

I took a look and immediately backed away from the door.

Daniel stood there and I didn't understand what he was doing there. He was supposed to be still in Perth as far as I knew. He wasn't supposed to be standing in front of my door, looking so anxious.

But I didn't open the door, I stayed quiet hoping he would just go away. The only sound I could hear for a while was my breathing and the silent sounds coming from the pots in the kitchen. That was until the bell resonated in the room again, making me jump and yelp from the unexpected ringing.

I still hoped, that Daniel didn't hear my hushed yell and he would just leave.

"Y/N, I know you're here. Please I j-just want to talk. Please" I could hear his pleading voice coming from the other side of the door. I didn't answer.

"Please Y/N, just hear me out" Daniel wasn't giving up just yet. But after the maybe fourth time I heard him call out my name and I still didn't say anything, he gave up.

"I'm gonna go, I'm sorry" he left soon after he said those words.

I stood in the middle of the hall for a few more minutes, wondering if I was being stupid about everything.

I mean, Daniel showed he had changed. He showed that he wasn't the same stupid teenager anymore, that he wasn't going to hurt me like that again and i was still scared to let him in.

I liked him and that scared me even more. But it was so like me to overthink things like that and then push people away. Just like this.

I stayed frozen in the hallway until I smelled something burning.

It was fair to say, that all that was left of my food, was just charcoal. So not only my mood was ruined, but also my dinner. Great, right?

-

Besides burning food on Friday nights, I spent my time mostly just at work. The drive from my flat to the office was way too familiar now, i could drive there with my eyes closed.

I pushed out every other thought from my mind except for work.

Today was not different. I woke up, did my morning routine, got in my car, and drove to the work.

I managed to get a lunch in between going through a huge pile of paperwork and many cases. And as always i was the last one to leave the office. Everybody was long gone, when i packed my bag and started walking to the garage.

The only difference from the usual sight of my car was, that i saw a person standing, more like leaning, next to the car. It made me halt my steps, i recognized the figure straight away. Dread filled my body along with some questions.

'What is he doing here?'

'How does he know i work here?'

I thought about turning around and walking to the nearest bus station or calling a taxi instead of getting to my car. But it was to late as i heard him say.

"Hello miss, is this your car? 'Cause I wanted to compliment the owner of it for having such a beauty" he smirked at me. It was clear, he was trying to ease the tension between us. It worked, but just a little.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know why I'm here. I want to talk " he looked at me as i took a few steps to be closer to him.

"Talk about what?" i played dumb. Obviously, i knew, what he had on his mind, but i didn't want to think of it.

"C'mon Y/N, you know what" he pleaded.

"But there's nothing to talk about" i stubbornly replied.

"Yes,there's plenty to talk about. For instance the kiss or why you have been avoiding me" he objected.

"Yeah, we kissed and it was a mistake. Let's just forget about it and move on" i desperately wanted to leave and not to face the feelings i knew, i had for him.

"And what if i don't want to move on?" he asked.

"I-..." i didn't know how to reply to that. Part of me didn't want to move on too, but the other part, the scared part, was screaming at me to leave.

"I don't want to move on and lose you again. You mean too much to me, you have always meant so much to me. I was an idiot to let you go then, i'm not doing the same mistake again. There's just no way" he said and when i still didn't say anything he continued.

" You know how i said i loved you? " he asked and I uncertainly nodded.

"Well, i don't think i ever stopped. It's funny actually, i spent years trying to forget you, and all it took for the feelings to come back, was just one look at you. Just one look and boom, they were back like they'd never left" he laughed dryly and then expected you to say something, anything really, back.

"Daniel, what do you want me to say?" i asked distressed.

"Honestly? That you feel the same" he softly said.

"I do..." i irrationally whispered.

"What?"

"I do feel the same. It's...-It's just that..." I trailed off.

"It's just what? " he patiently waited for me to tell him what was in my mind.

"I'm scared. Frightened actually" i confessed with glossy eyes.

"Scared?" he asked as soon as the question left his mouth. The realization settled in his mind.

"Scared of getting hurt," I said with a low-pitched voice. I was trying so hard to not let the tears fall down my cheeks and Daniel noticed it.

"God, I'm such an asshole for ever hurting you" i couldn't hold the tears in any longer and they started to run down my cheeks, "I promise you, that I'm not going to do that again. Never again" he promised and hesitantly lifted his hands to brush the tears away. I instantly leaned into his touch, when his palms touch my skin.

"Please, don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I will leave now, I didn't want to make you feel hurt" he didn't want to see you cry, because of him. It made the heart in his chest break at the sight of your upset face.

"Do you mean it?" I sniffled and opened my eyes to look at him. At this point, I was ready to give him the second chance. His hands were still on my cheeks.

"Every single word" he whispered, "I swear, I won't hurt you again. I'm pretty sure, my mom would kill me, I did" he joked.

" You're such a dumbass, how can you make jokes right now," I asked with a small smile breaking through my frown.

"I'm sorry" he chuckled.

"So what do you say, will you forgive me and give me a second chance? I won't let you down, i swear" he inquired.

"No," I said with stony features and his smile immediately dropped. Disappointment filled his face.

"W-what?" he stuttered, taking a step back from me. He prayed, that he just misheard, that instead of no you said yes. I tried to keep the smile in me. I didn't mean the no, I said it just to tease him.

Of course, I forgave him. I was ready to forgive him, the moment I saw how desperate he looked.

When I had enough of his hurt and confused expression. I grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him close to me, and kissed him on the lips.

He didn't need long to kiss me back, melting into the kiss. I buried my hands in his hair and he pulled me even closer to him by my waist.

By the time we pulled away, our lips were slightly swollen and Daniel's hair was a mess.

Our foreheads were against each other and we had wide smiles on our faces.

"So is that a yes? Will you give me a chance?" he asked sheepishly.

"Definitely" I beamed at him and he cheered, lifting his fist up in the air and I just chuckled at his antics.

"Are you hungry?" he looked at me with warmth and affection.

"Starving" i responded.

"Great, so do you want to go eat? I know this one awesome restaurant" he said, already pulling me after him.

"Is this supposed to be a date?" i grinned at him.

"Of course, what else would it be? " he grinned back at me.

"Okay," I smiled.

"C'mon" he gently pulled me by my hand.

"Where are you going? My car is here" I pointed at it.

"We are taking my car, it's faster" he smirked at me.

"But what about my car?"

"Leave it here, I'm sure it will be fine," he said and resumed walking.

"Dan..." I wanted to protest, but gave in and walked with him. We left my car behind, hand in hand with the biggest smiles ever.

And as I let Daniel drag me to his car, I knew, I was in trouble. But if it meant Daniel was the trouble, I was very happy to be part of it. Always.

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[archivednerdfics]

SPOILERS FOR S4 EPISODES 4 AND 5

Requested: Yes - @goingdelux18 (I know I said it would take a couple days but I got inspired and now we're here lol)

Word Count: 1,184

Summery: The night after Max escapes Vecna, she opens up to Steve, telling him the things she's been scared to tell anyone. If she can trust anyone, it's her big brother. And he is more than happy to be that brother for her. She's a pretty cool little sister to have.

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Max was curled up in one corner of the couch in Mike's basement, surrounded by Lucas, Dustin, Robin, Nancy, and Steve who was currently the only other person awake, watching over her. …Steve did that a lot. Watched over her.

He was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, flipping through a dungeons and dragons book that had been laying around the basement. It couldn't hurt to get at least a little bit of an idea of what these kids were always talking about.

After a while of sitting in silence, listening to Kate Bush until her tape ended and she had to rewind it, she lowered her headphones and tapped Steve's shoulder. He turned and looked up at her, giving her a smile, "Hey. You holding up okay?"

"Well… I haven't seen him so… yeah, I guess okay enough."

He nods and glances at the empty spot on the couch next to her, "...You okay if I sit?"

"Yeah, sure." She tried not to show how relieved she was to have him sitting next to her. Protecting her. Being the real bother she wanted and needed.

He put the book down and sat next to her, pulling her to his side, starting a little awkwardly, "...You know, you can talk to me. If you want. You don't have to but I'm not gonna judge you. For anything."

"...I-I know… But you're always so worried and I didn't wanna make you worry more."

"Hey, I was born full of anxiety. I'm gonna be worried whether you tell me stuff or not."

She laughed a little, leaning into his side, "...You didn't read the letter, did you…?"

"No. And I knew I wasn't going to have to because I'm not letting anything happen to you. Any of you."

"You can't know that."

"Yeah, actually, I can. I'll do whatever I have to, to protect you shitheads. And that means you're gonna be fine."

"...Just… hold onto it, just in case, okay?"

"I'll keep it. But I'm never going to have to open it. And you've gotta believe that, too, Max."

She nodded and was quiet for a while before she swallowed hard, tears in her eyes as she buried her face in Steve's shoulder. "...Vecna… said something."

"Yeah?"

"...That… a part of me was… is… relieved that Billy died."

"Well, yeah, of course you are."

She sat up to look at him, surprise in her teary eyes.

"Hey, I told you I'm not gonna judge," he said with a small smile, "And… listen, he wasn't good to you. You deserved better, Max. And that doesn't mean you can't be sad about it, because somewhere in there you did care about him a little. But it's okay that you're glad you don't have to deal with all of that anymore. It's normal to be relieved when you're not being hurt."

"...How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?"

"Well, my dad's not dead, but sometimes I wish he was. But I also love him sometimes. I don't want to, I don't know why I do, but I do. I get sad when he and my mom are gone all the time sometimes, but I'm also so fucking relieved he's not there. I think it'd be the same if he died."

"...I knew you got it. I always could tell that you got it. Is that why you're so nice to me?"

"I'd still be nice to you if my dad wasn't a piece of shit, Max. …But I guess it helps me understand some of what you deal with. More than the others can."

She nodded a little, snuggling into his side again as he held her protectively. Like a big brother should. "...Sorry."

"Don't be. If it means I can help you more, then I'm glad I dealt with it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And someday I promise, you're gonna be glad too, because you'll be able to help somebody else through it. It's hard to not become like them when they beat you down so much, and a little help makes a difference. I'm always here to help you, okay?"

Max nodded and Steve could feel a little wet spot forming on the shoulder of his shirt. Which only made him hold her closer.

They sat like that for a while before Steve softly spoke up again, "...Hey Max… what was in the letter?"

"...Stuff I thought you should know."

"...Can I know it now?"

"...Just… stuff about… how you're the brother I needed. And wanted. And I'm really glad you help us and take care of us. …And how if you died first I was gonna take the bat."

"Oh shit, does this mean I have to write up a will and put that the bat goes to you?"

"Shut up, you're not allowed to die."

He laughed slightly, "Neither are you."

"Deal."

"...You know you're all like my siblings, right? And you and Dustin especially. I never had siblings growing up. I'm glad I do now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"...Thanks, Steve."

"Nothing to thank me for. I just saw a bunch of shitheads who needed help and picked up a bat."

She laughed a little, "I'm glad."

"Me too."

They were quiet for a while again, just feeling the comfort provided by each other, before Max spoke up again. "...I keep thinking… maybe if I saved him… we could've been like… actual brother and sister. Like us. Not… hating each other. Maybe he would've started being nice to me… Is that crazy?"

"No. It's not crazy. And I can't tell you what would've happened if he hadn't died, but I can tell you, it wasn't your fault. That thing was going for him… it was gonna get him, Max. If you'd gotten in the way, it would've gotten you, too."

"...I know. And… honestly? He probably wouldn't have changed. He didn't change when I threatened him with the bat, so I don't know why that would've made him change. …I just… can't help it. Yknow?"

"Yeah. I know. And whatever you're feeling, it's okay. It's okay if one minute you miss him and the next you're happy he's gone. You're okay, Max. It's all okay."

"...I'm not going crazy?"

"Not even close. Even if it feels like that sometimes. You're not. I promise. And we're all here for you, everybody here is a lifeline for you. Okay? Us and Kate Bush."

She smiled slightly and nodded, "Okay."

"Now how about we listen to that song, huh? It sounds pretty cool, and it literally saved your life, so…"

Max nodded and turned her Walkman up as loud as it would go before playing the song, while Steve rested his head against hers, both to hear the song better and to comfort her.

Between the music and using him as a pillow, Max did eventually fall asleep on his shoulder for a while. Glad that she had a big brother who did really care for her, and wanted to protect her. Despite everything… she felt lucky to have that. To have this whole little family.

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