Got this idea after one of the scenes in the movie. I wish we got more horror parts but I am also pleasantly surprised with the amount of on screen horror we got, so hey no complains, I'm still very happy with the movie.
Bonus new experiment with shading method due half asleep brain, actually really liking how it looks.
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Just What I Needed. (3)
(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)
Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5
“You comin’ back tomorrow, Mike?”
He sat in the driver’s seat of his car, window rolled down. His arm sat awkwardly outside of the window on the cusps of the door.
“Yeah? Uhm, yeah. Tomorrow.” He looked up at her with a questioning look. They had already been standing outside the restaurant, chatting casually for a while until she asked that.
“It’s just, like,” she stepped forward and rested her arm on his side view mirror, leaning in to whisper to him. “I know this place is– is weird, but it’s important to me and, I guess it’d be nice to have company here.” She pulled her arm away and shook her head quickly, feeling that what she said was stupid. “Forget it. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“All right, (Y/N). See you,” he said with a small wave. His car pulled out and his taillights flashed in her eyes brightly as he disappeared onto the main road.
“Fuck.” She sighed and sat down on the curb, pulling her security jacket close to her body. She sat quietly for a moment, letting herself shiver in the cold air.
A clinking noise came from behind her. The metal gate covering the front door slid open, and a pair of heavy footsteps trailed behind her until a large, calloused hand was placed on her shoulder.
“Think he’ll last?”
She turned her head, seeing her father’s face. “I’m not sure yet.”
“The others never do, do they?” He sat down beside her and looked right at her. She kept her head turned away from him, and he huffed.
“No, they don’t,” she answered.
“Maybe he’s different,” William said, smoothing out his pants absentmindedly. “Maybe he’s like you.”
(Y/N) finally looked at him and snorted. “I doubt that. He doesn’t know what I know. He doesn’t know you.” She saw him take out a box of cigarettes and hold one between his fingers without lighting it.
“S’that why you stay? ‘Cause you know your ol’ dad?”
“No.” She watched him light the cig. Her stomach started to turn. “It’s–”
He blew the smoke out, and held it out to her, ashing it on the clear sidewalk between them. “Hm?”
“It’s because I love you. Even if–”
“Even if I make you sick to your stomach? Even if I scare you?”
(Y/N) stared at him for a moment before taking the cigarette from him. She placed it on the pavement and crushed it below her foot, twisting it. “These things are awful for you, you know.”
She stood up and went to walk to her car. Before she could pass by him, she felt him grab her hand tightly.
“I love you too, kid.” He looked almost angry while he said it. His face twisted into a strange cross between a grimace and a smile. “Makin’ me proud.”
She pulled her hand away and shuffled to her car, clear across the parking lot.
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