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geralts-yenn · 1 year

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Ice cream, brownies and a hug

Mikey (hellraiser) x reader

summary: just a little drabble for someone who deserves a hug 💕

warnings: mental health issues (depression, anxiety)

word count: 1,3k

A/N: This is really just a little fluff. If you feel like you need a Mikey to feed you and wrap you in your arms, treat yourself!

When you opened the door, there was a huge paper bag floating directly in front of your face. But after the first surprise, you noticed the beautiful hands that were wrapped around the brown paper. You would have recognised them everywhere.

“Mikey?” you asked incredulously. After the fraction of a second that had you seriously happy that he was standing at your porch, you realized the state you were in. And we’re not even talking about the mess that your mental state was. It was your physical appearance that made you want to be swallowed by the earth immediately. You were wearing some old sweatpants that hung baggy at your hips, and the oversized shirt you had been wearing the last three days and nights had food stains all over it. And of course you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra or comb your hair in days.

So you just stood there with your mouth agape.

Some dark curls and a pair of piercing blue eyes appeared above the bag. “Will you let me in, sweetcheeks? Or do I have to wait until the ice cream is dripping on my shoes?” Mikey lowered the bag and presented his cheekiest smile.

“How’d you know where I live?” you asked him, still not processing what was happening. After you had spent days just lying in bed and watching cartoons to silence your brain, you weren’t able to form a clear thought.

“Don’t you remember the day when you spent the whole night in the coffee shop with your laptop studying? I walked you home…"

Right! How could you have forgotten about that night? You had been working way too long on a presentation and when you almost fell asleep over your computer, Mike put a plate with brownies and ice cream on your table, another cup of coffee and then he made you laugh with his silly stories.

You were his last customer and he insisted on bringing you home safely after closing.

That night, you almost dared to kiss him. But then the moment went by and he had pulled out of your embrace.

"This won't be ice cream any longer soon, baby cakes!" Mikey pushed the paper bag into your arms and just walked into your small apartment, pulling you out of your memories.

He toed off his shoes and glanced around curiously, just ignoring the fact that you were still standing there like an idiot, not saying a single word.

Finally, you realised you should do something. So you put the bag onto your small table and pulled out two containers of ice cream and a package wrapped in tin foil. You unpacked it and saw he had brought brownies.

"Sorry for not giving you a heads-up that I was coming, but for whatever reason you never gave me your number. When you didn't show up for days, you had me a little worried."

He didn't ask you if you were okay. And it would have been ridiculous because it was well obvious that you weren't.

You looked down on you, taking in once more how awful you looked right now.

"Thank you for checking in on me." Your voice sounded hoarse and shaky. "Just serve yourself, please! I need to change into something more presentable."

"I don't mind." Mike told you with the sweetest smile you could imagine. "I think you're cute like this."

He moved closer to you, but before he could reach out for your shoulder, you quickly ran over to your bathroom door.

"Just give me a minute, okay?" you asked him and shut the door behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. What the hell was he doing here? And what should you do now?

Having him here with you, in your home, was something you had been dreaming of for months. But not like this! Not with you right in the middle of a mental breakdown.

But Mikey had made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't let you make him leave. So you gave yourself a fast flannel wash, brushed your teeth and tried your best to tame your hair.

You looked around for something to change into. There were some clean pajamas, but they consisted of a silky camisole and matching pants. Revealing, but still better than the stained shirt, probably.

When you entered the lounge room again, Mike already sat on your couch, cross-legged, with a huge bowl of ice-cream in his lap. He beamed at you and nodded at the coffee table in front of him. There was a plate with brownies, topped with ice-cream and sprinkles, waiting for you.

Mike patted on the couch next to him.

"Come here, sweetcheeks!" he ordered you. You slowly approached the couch and sat down. The piece of furniture was too small to leave space between the two of you.

Mike put his own bowl back onto the table, took the plate and, you couldn't believe it, he slowly fed you the dessert he had brought.

"You know, I noticed you were not doing well the last few days. Your eyes, they looked so sad. I should have talked to you earlier. What can I do for you, cupcake?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath. Apparently, Mikey was here to comfort you. And as much strength as it cost you to let him see you like this, you decided to let him.

"Can you just give me a hug? And maybe watch a movie with me?"

"Sure that!" he said, smiling. He moved another spoonful of ice cream to your lips. And then another one, and another one until the plate was empty. Then he took the dishes and put them into the sink.

When he came back, he lay back onto the back of the couch and pulled you close to sit between his spread thighs.

He wrapped his arms around you and for the first time in days you felt truly comfortable, cradled in the warmth of Mike's body.

You never started any movie. You just sat there, Mike was holding you as close to his chest as possible and breathed slowly, silently asking you to follow his pace and relax in his arms.

And it was working. You felt your muscles slowly loosening their tension. And even more important, your brain stopped rummaging. You felt nothing, except Mikey, all over you.

It could have been hours or just seconds, you couldn't tell. Mikey brushed his fingers over your temple down to your chin and carefully pushed it up, so his eyes could find yours.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" His voice was almost a whisper.

Instead of an answer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you.

Ever so softly, his lips brushed over yours.

#mikey hellraiser #my writing #just a little fluff #sending hugs #ice cream brownies and a hug

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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could I maybe request a fix it where reader visits elvis after he’s hospitalized for suffering of exhaustion and when they’re alone the reader insists elvis should fire the colonel and get help but he says he’s fine and the reader mentions that lisa said she doesn’t like Las Vegas because it made her daddy sick and when reader asked to explain herself she said that since he started his residency he looked tired and dizzy and sad all the time (ofc because of the drugs but she doesn’t know). all she knows is that her daddy is suffering and he doesn’t look sick when the colonel is not around. and hearing that his daughter is worried about his health breaks him and he decides to fire the colonel and put steve in charge, and steve makes sure that elvis is clean and healthy before sending him on a world tour and filming more movies that e can actually be proud of (because “I’m not sending you like this around the world, it’ll kill you”)? I just want to imagine what would e’s life would’ve been if he had seen the signs sooner and had fought to get better.

For Lisa

tw: sad reader, elvis, and lisa + mentions of drug abuse || word count: 1077 || rating: Pg

A/N: this is possibly the worst thing i've posted so far, so i do apologize for that 😅 💕

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“Oh Elvis,” you mutter as you walk into the hotel room.

You shield your eyes as Jerry and Cousin Billy lift up sheets of flashy silver tin foil. The sheets are being taped up onto the windows to keep too much sunlight from shining into the room. As you glance at your husband laying lifeless on the bed in his robe with a pair of dark red sunglasses covering his eyes, you sigh. He looks totally exhausted.

You had been at Graceland in Memphis with Lisa Marie, getting her ready to go off to school in the morning when you'd gotten a call from Jerry that Elvis was being hospitalized. Jerry said that your husband was suffering from exhaustion and you had better get there quickly. Of course, you'd jumped on the first flight to Vegas after getting Lisa settled.

"Hi baby," Elvis murmurs, holding his arms out for you.

You approach him, shrugging your bag off and dropping it into a chair in the corner of the room. You take his arms and lean over to hug his relaxed body. You press a kiss to his hot forehead and trail your fingers down his face, stroking the soft skin. You are about to ask him how he's feeling when the Colonel's high-pitched voice interrupts you.

"Yes, as I was saying, Dr. Nick will help you rest so that you can get back on your feet in time for a U.S. tour," the Colonel says, throwing a look of contempt in your direction. You return it without hesitation before he continues. "And I think 15 shows, 15 days, 15 cities will work out very nicely."

You clench your jaw, squeezing your fingers into fists by your sides and glaring over at the Colonel. The anger that rises in your chest moves you to speak before you can stop yourself.

"Can we have a minute, please? I'd like to speak with my husband alone," you blurt out, glancing at Jerry for support. He nods, understanding your meaning.

"Yeah, let's leave the married couple alone for a bit. I think they deserve a little time just the two of them."

You smile at Jerry as he ushers everyone out of the room and wait patiently until the door is closed before you turn to Elvis.

"How are you feeling, baby?" you ask, taking his hand. You stroke his skin with your thumb, noticing how dry and calloused it is. It's nothing like the soft, smooth skin that you remembered.

"Just a lil tired, hunny. It ain't nothin. I'll be better in the mornin."

You nod, averting your gaze from his eyes for a moment as you try to balance your anger, frustration, sadness, and irritation all at the same time. You heave a deep breath before turning back to Elvis. Tears are beginning to brim in your eyelashes. You try to blink them away, but your emotions get the best of you.

"You know I almost brought Lisa with me. I considered it, I really did. But she didn't want to come. Do you know why Elvis? Do you know why your daughter didn't want to come here to see you?"

Elvis says nothing, confusion knitting his brows together.

"Because she's afraid of this place. She told me. She said she doesn't like it here because daddy is always sick. Even your three-year-old daughter can see that this place fucking makes you sick, Elvis!" your voice has risen to a shout. "These drugs, all this performing, the shitty food, it's too much! It's scaring Lisa and it's scaring me!"

"Hunny, hunny, hunny," Elvis has leaned up in bed and is grabbing onto your flailing wrists which you've been using to gesture. "Baby, what the hell is this all bout? I'm just a lil tired, that's all. It ain't nothin."

"No, Elvis. Stop. I'm so tired of this. Lisa needs her father back. I need my husband back. And the Colonel isn't gonna allow that to happen. He won't let it, I know it. Just like I fucking told you, as soon as you got here he had you under ten feet of snow already before you even realized what was happening. He'll never let you go because every time you get away, he finds some way to drag you back. And then you're under all that snow again drowning, suffocating!"

"Nah, baby, the Colonel's helpin me out. I know I was 'posed to fire him back a few months ago, but he just knows how the industry works. He's gonna figure it all out for me. I just need a lil time to rest."

"Elvis, listen to me," you say, grasping at his hands and holding them close to your chest. "Please fire him. For your daughter, for me. I know you think he's the only one who can help you, but I promise, baby, I swear that we'll find another way. What about Steve Binder? I saw you up on that stage during the special. I saw how much fun you were having, and for the first time since I married you, I saw my husband. That was Elvis, not this."

You can see Elvis' eyes soften immediately and you realize just how tired he is when he barely puts up a fight. He opens his mouth to respond, but the nurse bursts back into the room before he has the chance. She immediately rushes to the side of the bed to attend to something, and you release an irritated breath. Within a matter of seconds, the room has flooded with people again.

"I think we should leave Mr. Presley alone to rest now," the nurse says, and you nod although you don't trust her.

You stand and lean over to kiss your husband, hovering on his lips for a moment before pulling back to whisper in his ear.

"Please just think about it," you squeeze his hand.

"I don't need to. Would ya give Steve a call for me, hunny?" he asks before pressing a soft kiss to your hand and releasing it.

He glances up at you with a soft smile and you can see the wink even underneath the dark red sunglasses. You return the expression, feeling a pang of intense hope pound in your chest. You mouth an "I love you" as he slips away into a deep slumber. You don't know if it will work, but you're just happy he's willing to try.

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🦋 mila

#elvis #elvis 2022 #milasthings #milaselviscontent #milasblurbs #milaselvisblurbs

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henlex · 3 years

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If I'm obsessed right now over Verivery, imagine how I'll act when its comeback time... I'm scared of myself

LOOOOL I cant wait to see the chaos

#tin foil pair 💕

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henlex · 3 years

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miss you ~

Aw bb💕💖💕💖💕 you're the cutest

#wifey #tin foil pair 💕

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henlex · 3 years

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My love, are you still alive??? Hahahahaha everytime you make a post about Yoojung or Nine, you sound like you're choking

I will let love censor hahahahaha

This is me. I am thriving but also dying ✌

Those pics ohmygoddddd😭😭😭look at hiiiiiiim

Ugh these men really exist huh???

Thanks for checking in lovely 💕👈🤠

#aint that just the way #tin foil pair 💕#my lovely wife

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henlex · 3 years

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THE BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out!! 💞💗

NO YOU

Babyyyyyy thank youuuuu💕💖💕💖💕

#youre the cutest #wifey #tin foil pair 💕

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henlex · 3 years

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Yoojung Nine 💕💕💕

My biases👀💕

Anyway

Yoojung: is it easy to make you laugh? What kinds of things do you find really funny?

YES I'm like always laughing. I even laugh at terrible jokes. I'm also always joking around too when I'm comfy. I really find some of the dumbest thing funny, but also references, observations, word play....witty and sarcastic humor as well.... but it kinda depends on my mood especially if it's like a show. But I can also laugh at some dark shit😂 no that does not mean offensive

Nine: what kind of flirt are you? And what kind of flirting works on you if someone wanted you to notice them?

So this is hard cuz like I dont think I flirt/ I suck at flirting....but like I'm also 90% sure that I'm unconsciously flirty a looooot💆🏼‍♀️ OH and I smirk....also not intentional cuz that's like my shy smile....I'm so sorry everyone I'm a menace.

Intentionally on the other hand...why must I expose myself. I'm very shy but like I'm very soft...I will make things for you. I 100% baked for my crush in high school multiple times soooo🤦🏼‍♀️Oh and I will catch your eye from across the room because I will just look at you a lot. Yes just like nine shut up

Pt.2 dont be flashy/cocky/showoff or like too confident I'm so sorry😂 Genuinely just anyone nice and funny. If you make me laugh you're golden but actually laugh, not me being nice

#heres my essay😂😂😂#tin foil pair 💕#wifeyyyyyyyy #tag game

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henlex · 3 years

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BABE LOOK💖💖💖

@onlyverries

#tin foil pair 💕#idk i think were adorable

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henlex · 3 years

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i just sent my boy a link for SQUARE - Gyehyeon and Minchan's cover of that song; and my boy was like

Him: Thank you!

Me: ?????? Why?

Him: You sent this song because it's supposed to be romantic, right?

Me: ... I just like the song + they're my boys. WHAT DID YOU THINK MY MOTIVES WERE!?!

Him: Like "Get a guy to look at you like these two doods are looking at each other". They're sweet together.

Me: .................. *rushes to tumblr to tell you before I forget*

ALEX, MY BOY THINKS GYECHAN IS A REAL THING. *slams table* ALEEEEEEEEX I AM SCREECHING. HE DOESNT KNOW MY SHIPS BTW. HE KNOWS I SHIP BUT LIKE HE DOESNT REMEMBER THE COUPLES... i'm dying. GyeChan is real. DONE. end of convo.

FSRFCGJNGRDCHU DUUUUUUDE