#Mike was the thing helping me get by and now hes locked up over something ridiculous bc god forbid a brown man not be a pushover

[none-gender-left-man]

I am very not okay ngl yall

#my job was already sucking the life out of me #Mike was the thing helping me get by and now hes locked up over something ridiculous bc god forbid a brown man not be a pushover #his white mother and white passing sister dont even try to conceal their biases #he doesn't fucking deserve this shit and i dont know what to do because he was NOT in the wrong here but the law is broken #and this is Oklahoma so of course the obvious mexican indigenous brown man is easy to sell as an aggressor #he needs away from these people and i was literally just about to help him distance himself from them when they pulled this #his mother is the source though his sister only makes it worse and is the one who called the pigs on him #vent #im gonna go to the courthouse on monday and see wtf is up #i promised him god damn it #i feel literally physically ill #this man has been tormented by these people for years and he wants to grow and get out of their grasp just in time for them to punish him

[steviesummer]

inspired by and as a direct follow up to this post by @strangersteddierthings:

Eddie is horrified. He remembers the day Steve is referring to, though clearly not as well as Steve does. He calls out as Steve raced up the stairs and hears his door slam.

“Fuck.” He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. He can’t believe things went so bad so quickly. He’s been trying to get to know Steve better, get closer and damn if he didn’t just blow the hole thing. He’d shown up early, told Steve he needed to prepare as an excuse to spend some time with him. Despite everything that happened over spring break, Steve had remained guarded, standoffish no matter what Eddie tried. At least now he knew why. He’d fucked things up before he’d known there was something to fuck up.

He feels even worse about calling him a bully. Sure, Steve had looked the other way and even laughed at some of the mean jokes others had made, but he was far from the worst. That dubious award went to Billy Hargrove, but even without him, there was plenty of people who did far worse than Steve did. Especially because Steve is right. He did hit first, metaphorically at least. He can justify it all he wants as trying to protect himself, but that doesn’t make it right. Steve all but admitted that as he said the same thing. He feels nauseous at the realization that maybe he was just as bad as those he decried. That for all his talk about accepting outcasts and defying convention, he was just as prejudiced. Swallowing hard, he heads back to the dining room and looks at the clock. There is no way he is going to be able to run the campaign today. He’s not going to be able to focus or even play without thinking about how things might have been if he hadn’t driven Steve off all those years ago. He grabs the phone and dials Gareth’s number. “Emerson house, Sheryl speaking.” “Hi Mrs. Emerson, it’s Eddie.” Eddie is proud that he manages to keep his voice even. “Is Gareth there?” “Oh, yes! Let me go get him for you.” “Thanks Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie focuses on breathing while he waits. “Eddie? Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie breathes out. “Hey Gareth. Look, I know its last minute, but we’re gonna have to postpone Hellfire. Something came up.” He could hear Gareth’s frown through the phone. “Postpone? What happened, did Harrington do something?” As if he couldn’t feel worse. “Nah. I’ll explain later, but can you call Jeff and Frank, let them know? I gotta call the freshman, too.” “Alright, but I’m going to hold you to that.” “Fair enough. Talk to you tomorrow.” Eddie promises before hanging up. He weighs his options for how to tell the Party. Eventually, he decides on calling Mike, know that the younger teen won’t push too much. He’s dialing the Wheeler home before he can second guess his decision. “This is Mike.” Eddie feels a rush of gratitude that Mike is the one who answered, rather than Nancy or one of their parents. “Hey Mike, it’s Eddie. Listen, Steve’s not feeling great and having Hellfire here isn’t going to help. Can you call the rest of the Party, let them know we’re gonna move it to another day? I’ll keep an eye on Steve.” Eddie knows Mike is a confused, given how adamant he’s been in the past about not canceling or moving Hellfire, but as he expected, Mike accepts what he says at face value. “Sure. Need us to bring anything?” “Nah, I’ve got it. Pretty sure he just needs some peace and quiet so he can rest. But thanks.” They say their goodbyes and Eddie puts the phone back on the hook.  With that done, he checks that the door is locked and faces the stairs. Now for the hard part. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, if there is anything he can say that will fix this, but he has to try. Even if doesn’t change things between him and Steve, Steve deserves at least that much. Every step feels like it takes effort, chest heavy with guilt, but it only takes him a few moments to get to Steve’s door. It’s closed, which doesn’t surprise him. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before knocking. Nothing. “Steve?” If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Steve’s breathing he could hear through the door, Eddie would think he had left. He glad that he at least didn’t drive Steve out of his own home. He rests his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry.” Eddie hopes Steve can hear how much he means it. “You’re right, I fucked up. I made an assumption and took out my anger at other people on you. And that wasn’t fair and it’s not okay. But I want you to know that I’m sorry. Even if it wasn’t you, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets out a hysterical laugh as he realizes - “And despite that, you still humor the kids when they talk about D&D and agreed to let us play here and didn’t punch me in the face, which makes you a better man than I.” He falls silent, listens as Steve’s breathing slows. He isn’t sure how long he stands there. He wonders how many other people he hurt this way, without even realizing. Knows he wants to do better, be better. He sighs, feeling his shoulders slump. “Anyway, I canceled Hellfire for today. I told everyone something came up, don’t worry about that. I’ll make up some story, make sure they know its not your fault. And uh,  let me know if you want to hang out again or something. I know I’ve been around a lot; didn’t realize that I was making you so uncomfortable, which is probably another thing I should apologize for. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll see you around, okay?” He waits a moment for an answer, but when none comes, he backs away from the door and walks downstairs to gather his stuff. It hurts, but he knows Steve deserves space and to be the one to initiate contact. He has some thinking to do, anyway.

#steddie #my writing #fic #legit read that fic like 6 times in a row and had to write a follow up #have a handful of extra pieces as well #or thoughts anyway #like steve telling eddie about christopher #and eddie helping steve make a character and play in the future #after lots of talking and eventually getting together #his character is a dwarf paladin named after christopher #i haven't written in forever this felt so good #barely proofread so apologies for any mistakes

[steddiealltheway]

Steve glances down at his watch and looks around at the kids anxiously awaiting Eddie's arrival. He's five minutes late. In any other situation, this wouldn't be a lot, but considering that Eddie makes it a point to be either on time or (most likely) early to anything involving D&D with the party... it's highly concerning.

Steve glances at his watch again just to give himself something to do when Dustin finally bursts out, "Okay! This has to be a prank, right? Like someone has to be in on this."

Steve glances at all the other kids staring blankly at Dustin and finally decides to take matters into his own hands. "I don't think that's what's going on, Henderson, but thanks for the input. You guys stay here, and I'll go check on his place."

"I'm coming with you," Dustin states firmly.

Steve furrows his brows. "No, you're staying because if Eddie gets here and you're gone then that just means more waiting." When Dustin crosses his arms and continues staring, Steve sighs, digs his wallet out of his pocket, and hands Dustin a few bills. "Order a pizza and hang out for a bit or something. Walkie me if he gets here."

Dustin smiles brightly and takes the money immediately rushing off to Mike who is already on the phone calling the pizza place. Steve puts his hands on his hips and asks, "And what do you say?"

"Thanks, Mom," Mike says flatly, raising his eyebrows and looking entirely unimpressed.

"Thank you!" Lucas says as Will smiles and gives him a quiet, "Thank you, Steve."

Steve waits for Dustin who rolls his eyes and says, "Thank you. Now check on Eddie." Steve raises his eyebrows. Dustin sighs, "Please."

"You guys are going to be the death of me," Steve says as he makes his way up the Wheeler's basement steps. He wishes Max and El were there to have his back, but they had taken the chance to have a sleepover while the guys were too distracted to interfere with their girl time. He thinks calling Max to ask her to check on Eddie would also count as interfering.

It's not that Steve minds too much. Really, he rarely gets alone time with Eddie, and it's been a while since he's truly checked up on him. After the bats, Steve often went to his place and helped with wound care since he personally knew what he was going through. But as time went on and their injuries slowly turned into scars, it was harder to find excuses to see Eddie alone.

So, Steve settles for seeing him when the kids invite them both to something, and he's started to even hang around during their D&D sessions, soaking in all of Eddie that he can. He still refuses to play, too afraid of the kids making fun of him for getting confused, but he easily gets lost in the campaigns through Eddie's storytelling.

He thinks it's easy to get lost in anything Eddie's passionate about. It may go right over Steve's head, but he would do just about anything to listen to Eddie ramble - sometimes it might just be an excuse to stare at his lips, but no one (except Robin) needed to know that.

Steve nearly misses his turn while thinking a little too hard about Eddie's lips, but he makes it, turning into the trailer park and parking outside of Eddie's place fairly quickly. He sees Eddie's van in the driveway and takes a deep breath, hoping Eddie just somehow lost track of time or something.

Steve quickly rushes out of the car and knocks on the front door, waiting to hear Eddie's footsteps or grumbling as he makes it to the door.

But silence is the only thing coming from the other side.

Steve knocks harder, hoping the neighbors won't start snooping with all the noise he's making, especially when, a few seconds later, Steve decides he has waited long enough and pulls the door open. He quickly closes it and locks it on instinct as he calls out, "Eddie?"

The living room and kitchen are empty, but Steve doesn't hear the shower running, so he quickly bursts into Eddie's room calling out his name again.

His eyes fall on Eddie lying in bed with the covers tucked all around him, but his pale face is slightly visible through the dark strands of hair covering it. The last time Steve had seen him like this was in the upside down when...

"Eddie!" Steve says, rushing to the side of the bed and brushing the hair out of his face. He cups Eddie's face in his hands and nearly shakes him before he sees his brows twitch as he begins frowning.

"What..." Eddie groans out, eyes squinting open.

Steve breathes out a sigh of relief as he nearly tackles Eddie into a tight hug, ending up nearly on top of him.

"Good morning to you, too," Eddie jokes, squeezing Steve back. "Wait, what time is it?"

Steve pulls back and looks down at him. He runs a hand over his cheek, feeling the warmth of it against his palm, a reminder that he's okay. "It's past five, and it's Friday."

It takes a few moments before a look of realization crosses over Eddie's face, his eyes widening as he curses, "Shit! I couldn't sleep last night, and I decided to take a nap around... three? Maybe?" He shifts back on the bed and starts trying to sit up.

Steve places a hand on his chest and pushes him back down.

"Hello," Eddie says as a blush spreads across his face. "This is fun, but I have a dungeon to master," he jokes, showing off his dimples.

Steve nearly forgets how to breathe for a second, but he finally gets it together enough to say, "You and I both know how hard it is to sleep after everything, so if you're able to sleep now, then you're sleeping."

"I'm fine, re-" Eddie yawns and covers his mouth. "Really."

Steve raises his eyebrows at him.

Eddie sighs and turns on his side to directly face him. "Steve, the kids will kill me if I don't do this session tonight."

"And I'll kill them if they give you shit about it. Does tomorrow night work?"

"I mean, yeah, probably but-"

"Great," Steve interrupts as he stands up and grabs the walkie Eddie keeps on a designated shelf. "Hey, Dustin, this is Steve."

"Is it a code red? Over." Dustin immediately replies on the other side.

"No, everything is fine here. We just need to postpone until tomorrow night if that's fine with everyone."

"There is no postponing D&D!" Dustin screeches.

Steve sighs and replies, "If you complain again I'm giving you no rides or money for a month."

There's a long pause from the other side before there's a response, "Tomorrow works! See you then!" Lucas answers.

Steve looks back at Eddie and gestures toward the walkie. "See?"

Except, Eddie is already beginning to doze off again, head nodding and snapping up every few seconds.

Steve smiles and slowly makes his way back to the bed, gently guiding Eddie back down before tugging up the covers and leaning over to press a gentle kiss against Eddie's forehead. "Goodnight."

As Steve begins to move back, Eddie's hand latches onto his wrist. He stares up at him sleepily and asks, "Stay? You need the sleep, too."

And he's right. He absolutely does need the sleep, and there's no way he's going to turn down the offer from Eddie, but... "Eddie, you're half asleep, you don't know what you're asking."

Eddie looks him in the eye and says, "I know exactly what I'm asking, and if I read the signs wrong then sue me."

Steve's heart beats a little faster in his chest. "Eddie..."

"Let's talk about feelings and everything when we wake up, okay? If you don't want to stay, that's okay. But know that I would want you here no matter what."

Steve looks down at him for a few seconds before he turns to take off his shoes. When he turns back, Eddie is smiling and holding the blanket up.

Steve accepts the invitation and finds himself wrapping his arms around Eddie and pulling him against his chest. Steve gently runs a hand through Eddie's hair, only stopping when Eddie grabs his hand and presses a gentle kiss against it.

Steve responds by bending down and planting a kiss on Eddie's head. He smiles when Eddie happily hums.

As Steve focuses on Eddie's breathing evening out, he finds himself matching it and slowly starts drifting off, falling asleep easily for the first time in a long time with happy thoughts of what's to come when they finally wake up.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #stranger things

[animekpopsimp]

I didn't mean it (Mike Schmidt x reader)

The front door of Mike's opened and as you turned your head you spotted him making his way inside with a tired expression on his face.

"Hey, how did work go?" You asked, a small smile appearing on your face as you stood up and walked over to him. To your surprise, he pushed past you, mumbling something under his breath. Watching him walk over to the couch, you sighed. Mike shrugged off his jacket, plopping down on the couch.

"What's wrong?" You asked, you knew he had been stressed lately. Mike remained silent, worrying you even more. Making your way back over to the couch, you sat down next to your boyfriend, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Though, the moment you did, Mike shoved your hand away. You stared at him, stunned.

"It's nothing" he mumbled audibly this time. You sighed, locking eyes with your stressed boyfriend.

"I don't believe you, now tell me what's going on" you insisted. Mike had never been that good at expressing his feelings, but he was usually willing to open up to you.

"I told you it's nothing" he said once again, raising his voice slightly. You tensed for a moment and stood up from the couch. You made your way toward the front door, deciding to come back tomorrow. However, as you reached your hand out to open the door, Mike said something you didn't expect.

"We're not a charity case" he spoke, causing you to turn toward him with wide eyes. You were too stunned to say anything as you processed his words.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked as Mike stood up from the couch.

"Abby and I aren't a charity case. You don't have to help us just because you pity us" Mike spoke, looking upset.

"Mike, you know I don't see either of you as a Charity case. I help you because I care." You said, trying not to get emotional.

"I don't know if I believe that" Mike muttered,

"Mike, I know you're stressed but-"

"you don't know anything!" Mike's loud voice suddenly echoed off of the walls. You jumped back, almost falling to the ground. Regaining your balance, you tried your best to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

"Fine" you spoke after a moment, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm going home" and with that, you made your way out of the house. Mike watched you leave, sighing to himself as he made his way to his bedroom, unaware of the fact that Abby was awake to hear the whole thing.

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The next morning, Mike woke up with a sigh. Making his way out of bed, he walked down the hallway toward Abby's room. Slowly pushing the door open, he spotted the little girl slowly opening her eyes.

"Morning Abbs, it's time for breakfast" he spoke, walking over to the side of the bed. Abby looked up at him, a small frown appearing on her face. Noticing this, Mike frowned as well.

"Are you and (Y/N) breaking up?" She suddenly asked, Mike was silent for a moment, sighing to himself.

"Why do you think we're breaking up?" He asked,

"I heard you two fighting last night. I don't want you two to break up" the little girl spoke, sitting up in her bed.

"Fights happen, don't worry about it. Now let's go eat breakfast" Mike told her.

"Ok" the little girl spoke, standing up and making her way to the kitchen. Mike turned to leave before he suddenly noticed a piece of paper sitting on his sister's desk. A drawing of three stick figures. Him, Abby, and you, all standing in front of a house with smiles on your faces. Mike stared at the picture, a frown appearing on his face. Ever since the two of you had started dating, Abby had become attached to you. He felt bad about snapping at you, but he wasn't ready to face you. Mike sighed to himself, going to make breakfast.

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You arrived home from work, letting out a tired sigh. The fight you had with Mike still weighed heavy on your mind. Shrugging off your jacket, you suddenly heard your phone ring.

"Hello?" You answered,

"(Y/N)?" You were surprised to hear Abby on the other end of the call.

"Abby? Is everything ok?" You asked her, becoming concerned.

"Mike is really upset, why did you two fight?" The little girl asked. The way she spoke broke your heart. You had no idea she had heard you and Mike's fight.

"Abby, it's complicated" you tried your best to explain the situation.

"Mike's really sorry, I wish you two would make up" Abby told you.

"Look Abby, I gotta go. I promise everything will be ok" you spoke, hoping you could cheer her up.

"Ok..." Abby replied. The phone call ended and you sighed. After a moment, you grabbed your jacket and exited the house.

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Mike was snapped from his thoughts when he headed a knock on the door. Glancing at Abby, who sat at the kitchen table, he made his way to the door. Opening it, he was both surprised and relieved to see you standing there.

"Hey..." He said, feeling awkward. You smiled seeing Mike standing there,

"hey....I came to say I'm sorry." You said, a small smile on your face.

"I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that" Mike told you.

"I-I didn't mean it, what I said. I feel like shit for taking things out on you. I know you care about me and Abby" he spoke. You didn't reply, simply pulling your boyfriend into a hug. A small smile appeared on his face as well, wrapping his arms around you. He rested his head on your shoulder as the two of you stood there for a moment.

"Do you want to come in?" Mike asked.

"Of course" you said, making your way inside. Abby stepped into the living room, a smile on her face.

#x reader #fluff #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf movie x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #gn reader #x reader fluff #x reader angst #angst to fluff #comfort

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Mer-May

steddie, omegaverse, mdni🔞, inspired by Emma’s (crybabyao3 on twt) mersteve and pearls

Eddie didn’t believe the kids at first when they said they found a mermaid. Especially after Dustin explained that he didn’t have a tail.

“He said he got it taken away by a sea witch. That she’s helping him find his alpha.”

“And just where is this tailless mermaid anyway?” Eddie asks, arms crossed over his chest.

“We’re hiding him at Hopper’s beach house for now,” Lucas starts.

“Yeah, he’s not exactly dressed for us to bring him out in public,” Max adds with a smirk.

Eddie shakes his head, rubs at his eyes. “Please tell me you don’t have a naked omega sitting in Hopper’s place. He’s gonna freak.”

“That’s why you need to come with us, get him out of there. You’ve gotta bring him to your place,” Dustin says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Eddie wants to argue, but instead he grabs the keys for his van. “Fine. But I need to meet the guys in an hour, Joyce got us a gig down at the Surf Shack.” It’s a big step up from the high school beach parties they usually play, since they’re getting paid in more than shitty beer and enough money for gas.

“Thank you, let’s move!” Mike yells, grabbing Dustin to lead the group out to the parking lot.

The kids yell the whole way, recounting how the found Steve—the mermaid’s name is Steve  for chrissakes—wandering the beach, completely unsteady on his feet. Max thought he was drunk, but El was worried he was hurt, so they asked him what was wrong and he spilled everything.

He probably found the best group of 12-year-olds possible, since they believed him.

Reaching Hopper’s beach house, Eddie cuts the engine, doesn’t bother waiting for the kids as he heads inside; they catch up almost instantly anyway.

“Steve! We’re back!” Dustin yells as he walks through the side door behind El, since she’s the one with a key.

“We brought our friend Eddie, he’s got his own place so you won’t need to hide there,” Max adds, right on Dustin’s heels.

Eddie is prepared for nudity as he hears awkward shuffling from down the hall. But that’s not what he gets.

Steve walks into the kitchen covered in pearls. The bits of fabric they’re attached to fit perfectly around his torso, but have been tied to cover his bottom a bit haphazardly.

The pearls must be worth a fortune, what with the size and color, but all of Eddie’s focus is drawn by the man’s beautiful face, flecked with moles, his eyes the rich brown-green of sea kelp.

More importantly, his face lights up with his smile. “Thank you! I don’t want to be any trouble, but I’m so grateful for your help!” At first, his smile is just for the kids. But then he looks up, and his eyes go soft.

When his eyes lock with Eddie’s.

“Hi,” Eddie manages to make his stupid mouth say.

“Hello,” Steve answers, not as dumb, but just as soft. “I’ll be staying with you?”

“Yes!” Dustin answers for him. “Eddie has his own apartment, you’ll be safe there.”

“Okay, shitheads—and El—get on back to whatever you were up to before, I’ll get Steve settled.”

The kids try to protest, but Steve agrees, says he won’t be interesting the rest of the day since he’s tired. It’s true, since he dozes off in the van on the way to Eddie’s. He looks so peaceful it pains Eddie to wake him.

But he does, gently, gets another soft smile as he escorts Steve up to his second-floor apartment.

“I’ve got clothes you can borrow for now, then we can find you something you like. But I’m pretty sure you’d get a citation for indecent exposure if you went out in that again.”

“Oh,” Steve says, sadly looking down at his chest. “I wanted to be wearing it when I found my alpha. My pearls show I am ready to be claimed, that I have my dowry for my mate.”

“Did you harvest them all? That’s a lot of oysters to open, especially for the colors,” Eddie says, unable to hide the awe in his voice.

“No, they’re my pearls,” Steve says, like Eddie should understand more than he does. “Mers lay eggs, and if they aren’t fertilized they become pearls. These are the pearls from my heats.”

Eddie suddenly feels the need to readjust himself. “From your heats,” he repeats softly.

“That’s why they’re for my alpha, to show I’m ready for pups.”

“But your alpha is here, on land?”

“Yes!”

“Then you aren’t going to be laying any more eggs, sweetheart. That’s not how heats work for humans.”

Steve’s hand rests low on his belly, covering the perfect circle of pearls. “I know.”

“And how do you know your alpha is here? You can’t have gotten close enough to scent him.”

“I heard him, playing my heartsong. I hear it every so often, coming from the shore, fast like my heartbeat, like he needs to scream to the world. Like he’s calling for me.”

That really piques Eddie’s interest. “He’s playing on the beach? Is he alone?”

“Not always, but I can still pick him out, that’s how heartsongs work.”

Eddie’s mouth feels too dry, and he swallows hard. “Can you hum any of it? Maybe I’ve heard it before, can help you find him faster.”

Steve smiles, hums a melody Eddie knows all too well. One he based on the songs his mother would sing him when he was little. Without a word, Eddie reaches for his acoustic guitar, easily taking over the melody from Steve, playing on as the omega falls quiet.

When Eddie stops, he looks up to see Steve’s big eyes, tears on his cheeks. “It’s you,” he whispers, reverent as he steps closer, far more sure on his new legs now.

“I guess it is.” Eddie puts down the guitar and pulls Steve close, finally scenting at his neck and feeling like there are new colors in his world as he smells waterlilies and coconut and fresh salt air.

Steve leans in first, kissing his mouth, awkwardly guiding Eddie’s hands to tease at his nipples through the gaps in the pearls. Then he grips Eddie’s hips, pulls their groins together and moans at the feeling of his alpha’s cock pressing against his new, human pussy.

“Alpha, please!” he groans. “Want to feel you.”

Eddie obliges, pulls at the ties over Steve’s ass, lets the fabric fall from between his legs, and carefully traces his fingers along his seam, already wet with slick. 

He doesn’t have time to knot Steve. Not if he wants to make it to the gig. So instead, he guides Steve to sit on the couch, Eddie kneeling between his thighs, using his mouth to make his omega come.

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Steve accompanies Eddie to the gig that night. He’s wearing his clothes: a black band tee and ripped jeans that cover a bite high on his thigh.

Eddie has a single, blue-grey pearl added to the chain around his throat.

part 2

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #mermay #stranger things fic

[leelaslittleworld]

Morning rays

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Summary: He want's to stay in bed just a little longer..

(This is my first fic so please feel free to give constructive criticism!)

Warnings: This is just a fluff fanfic but he does kiss the reader!!

Mike peered over the edge of the bed, watching as his partner stirred in their sleep. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Mike couldn't help but smile at the sight of his lover, their tousled hair and peaceful expression making them look utterly content.

As much as Mike wanted to get up and start the day, he found himself torn. He knew how much his partner loved to sleep in, relishing every precious minute of rest they could steal. And today, Mike couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted nothing more than to stay in bed a little longer.

With a gentle touch, Mike brushed a stray lock of hair from his lover's forehead, his heart swelling with affection. He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to their cheek, hoping to coax them into a few more moments of slumber.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Mike whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "You don't have to wake up just yet. Stay with me a little longer.."

They mumbled something incoherent, their hand reaching out to grasp Mike's in a sleepy embrace. A contented sigh escaped their lips, and Mike felt a rush of warmth flood his chest. This was where he belonged, right here beside the person he loved more than anything in the world.

With a reluctant smile, Mike settled back against the pillows, content to bask in the quiet intimacy of the moment. He traced patterns along their arm, relishing in the feel of their warmth against his skin.

Time seemed to slow as they lay there together, wrapped up in each other's arms. Mike's mind drifted to all the things had to do today, but none of it seemed as important as this. As long as he had his partner by his side, everything else could wait.

He pressed another lingering kiss to their forehead, savoring the sweetness of the morning. The world outside could be chaotic and unpredictable, but in this little bubble of tranquility, nothing else mattered.

Eventually, the morning sun crept higher in the sky, casting brighter rays into the room. Mike knew they couldn't stay in bed forever, as much as he wished they could. But for now, he was content to simply be here, with them, sharing these precious moments together.

And as they finally stirred awake, blinking sleepily up at him, Mike couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple joy of being able to wake up beside the person he loved. In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered except the warmth of their embrace and the promise of a new day together.

#josh hutcherson #jhutch #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #fnaf

[hutchersonsgurl]

Date Night - Mike Schmidt

!not proof read!

paring female reader and Mike Schmidt

Warning: MNDI smut, fluff

summary: You just worked six days straight so you could help your boyfriend Mike with the bills and he has a surprise for you when you get home

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You just pulled up to the house you and your boyfriend Mike share. You grabbed your bag and locked your car and then headed inside

You open the door and you see Mike sitting in his recliner waiting for you the moment he sees you he gets up and walks over to you helping you get out of your shoes and jacket

"Here come here and let me take care of you," He says

You follow his lead leading you to the couch he sits down and you sit down next to him he signals for you to give him your feet so you could rub them

"Baby you don't have too" you say tiredly

"But I want too you work your ass off for me and Abby it's the least I can do" he replies

"Speaking of Abby where is she?" You ask

"She's at a freinds house because we have a date night right now so get up and go change" he says in a bossy tone

"Alright Mr. Bossypants" you Answer

He just laughs and you go to the bedroom to go change your clothes

It takes you five minutes to change clothes and fix your makeup and your hair

You leave the bedroom "okay I'm ready babe" you say

"Good, let's go" he responds

Mike drives you to a skating rink

"But I thought you hated skating?" You ask

"You know I'd do anything to see you smile" he replies

The two of you enter the rink he pays for your guys skates and you take the skates to sit down and put them on

You both put on the skates and go on the part where you skate around

you start skating around this was easy for you because your dad would take you rollerskating every weekend when you were younger

you turn around to see Mike struggling to keep balanced you smile and skate over to him

"Need help babe?" you ask

he looks at you with pleading eyes " Yes please" he answers

you take his hand and start skating around together 'you take his hand and start skating around together

"See you got it babe," you say

the music in the roller rink starts to pick up and the two of you start to dance while skating around

you start to smile and he looks at you adorably "What do I have something on my face?" you ask

"no baby I just love seeing you smile," he says as he runs his thumb down your cheek and then he almost loses his balance but you catch him

"Alright let's get you off this floor," you say as Mike nods in agreement

you and Mike take off the skates and head over to the arcade part of the building

" lets play skeeball?" Mike askes

"Let's do it " you answer

you both put a quarter in and began to play

You start to throw the skeeball and while trying your best not to look at Mike because you know he'd distract you big time

The two of you played until the end of the game and you beat him by one point

"Oh come on babe I totally beat you" he says with a chuckle in his voice

"Well according to the game you didn't, " you say with a smirk

"Well maybe you distracted me you ever think of that?" He says wrapping his hand around your waist

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Part 2 coming soon!

Sorry that I haven't been posting some personal things have been going on but hopefully I can get back to posting soon!

I hope you like it lmk

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#mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #fnaf mike

[janitorhutcherson]

Apocolypse (Mike Schmidt Fluff)

haiii guys mike schmidt fluff that’s not edited that i wrote for sophie girl plz enjoy💕

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It was cold, rainy, dark, and the mild smell of mildew wafted through the kitchen from the leak we were far too broke to fix as I stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove for the 100th time this week. Abby’s comfort food, spaghetti, had been the only thing she’d promised to scarf down this week, since she’d reverted back to her state of pre-teen defiance. Mike had refused to oblige in the beginning, but I reminded him that this was not the first instance of this, and that a week later she’d be back to normal.

There was a constant tsunami of negativity in my head, convincing me I belonged everywhere and nowhere all at once. The Schmidt family were my family, too. I knew this. Mike reminded me of this every day he called me ‘wife’ as an endearing pet name, when he would remind me that we need to go grocery shopping for our shared space, or when he’d mention a planned future vacation. Abby called me her sister, told me she loved me, and even called me names during fights as if I were blood.

This was home, but why couldn’t I allow myself to relax as if it was?

Abby was currently in her room, finishing up some homework she had so desperately tried to avoid until Mike demanded she get it done before dinner. Mike was nowhere to be seen, that is, until a pair of arms drifted around my waist, kissing my neck and interrupting my endless flow of mind numbing thoughts. My brain refocused on the task at hand, the sound of Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex playing from the low radio in the background, adding a softer ambience to what once felt like a tense space.

Mike’s body tensed up against mine as our skin touched, almost as if my muscles had sent him a single of distress, calling out for help like some sort of helpless stranded person at sea. His chin fell down to rest on my shoulder, his breathing heavy against my ear as he slowly began to sway to the music as he always did. He loved music and always had. Soft melodies quickly replaced the habit of crickets and rustling leaves at night, something I’d soon grown accustomed to after many nights of sleeping aside a snoring Mike Schmidt.

“You okay, baby?” Mike asked sweetly in my ear, continuing to sway side to side as I stared down at the spaghetti sauce that was seconds from burning if I didn’t refocus my attention. I leaned forward, turning the eye of the stove off and pushing the pot back, allowing the boiling pasta to continue to cook. I didn’t react to Mike, causing him to shift from foot to foot, the change in his weight distribution felt in my back. “C’mon, honey, talk to me,” he mumbled out, spinning my body around so that my back was leaned against the stove, my eyes facing into his worried hazel ones.

A sigh escaped my lips as I noticed the worry etched into his face, a sight that always made my stomach drop and my heart pound in a bitter sweet way.

He cared, but he cared so much he was hurt.

My eyebrows furrowed as I forced a smile and Mike frowned, shaking his head. He didn’t say much else but instead mumbled a simple ‘come here,’ and once again his arms were wrapped around my waist, this time in a loose manner. He began to sway our bodies back and forth again, this time with his forehead placed on mine. I could feel his breath and hear the loud ‘thump’ of his heartbeat and I couldn’t help but to smile, closing my eyes and basking in the moment.

Got the music in you, baby, tell me why…

As the music played, Mike leaned over and turned the radio up, his hips now moving with mine at a less subtle but still melodic pace. His hands rubbed gentle circles at the small of my back as his giddy smile seeped directly into my core, causing my cheeks to heat up as he looked at me with that love struck look that hit every single receptor possible in my body.

You’ve been locked in here forever…

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Mike muttered to me, furrowing his eyebrows as he leaned forward to press a soft, sweet, tender kiss to my lips. Fireworks went off in every part of my body as I felt like I was vibrating, my head starting to spin.

And you just can’t say goodbye…

A small laugh left my lips of embarrassment as I looked into his eyes, my arms hooking around his neck as I moved my body with his now, pressing my body to mold with his perfectly as it always did. We were like complex decorative lego pieces clicking into place every time, made for each other in a way that we couldn’t fit with anyone else. I closed my eyes for a moment, basking in everything I could.

“Your lips, my lips,” Mike sang out loud this time, his teeth showing with his cheesy grin. He was off key and he sang it low, his voice cracking, but god, I didn’t care. It was like an angelic siren song from heaven to me.

“Apocalypse…” We finished off singing together, both of our eyes now closed as we basked in the love that beamed off of the other. I became painfully aware of my silence, the thoughts that once drowned my brain like a tsunami taking over subsiding. I took a short but steady breath as I played with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

“I love you, Mike Schmidt,” I said, my voice dripping with sap that it always did when my feelings for him became overwhelmingly apparent. Mike’s eyes opened to lock with mine once more as once of his hands came up to rest on my check. “And how I love you, sweetheart,” he practically sang out, our lips locking in one final quick peck.

Perhaps I did belong here, because even in the simpler moments where everything was suffocating, Mike Schmidt was there, his lips, my lips, a perfect puzzle piece snapping into place

I am always home in his arms.

#josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #peeta mellark fluff #peeta x reader #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark drabble #peeta mellark headcanon #peeta mellark fanfic #mike schmidt drabble

[kimhargreeves]

Always Back-William Afton x Reader

Summary: You are looking for another job after struggling financially. You find a help wanted sign to a once famous pizzeria. You set up a meeting with the manager of the place who seems to know you somehow.

(A/N: lately I've been too damn excited for the Fnaf movie and wanted to write something on Matthew Lillard's William Afton character. So be warned on some topics written here. I'll also be writing on Josh Hutchinson's' character of Mike.)

12:00 am

The loud sound of an alarm clock could be heard throughout the house. It's Midnight. My eyes were adjusted from being in the dark room, I remained silent, scared, could feel my heart beating faster every passing minute. Chills ran down my spine when the clock sounded for one last time…

Quietly I stepped out of my bed while holding onto my favorite stuffed plushie, passing through the closet just a few inches away from the front of my bed, immediately I stopped trying to listen for anything, trying to ignore the quiet ticking of the clock above my head.

Slowly I began to make my way over to the door and stopped once more. I hear something, maybe down the hall?

I pressed my ear against it, listening closely. After a couple of seconds I heard something loud. Curiosity got the best of me, quietly I opened the door and tried to see if I could spot anything through the dark hall.

Wait… Something's coming…

I jumped back and pull the door with me as I locked it and pressed my ear against the door again.

I could hear someone coming closer, until it stopped. I began to pant and felt my heart beating faster when I heard a scream coming from down the hall, the cries of a woman, my mother..and the shouting of a man.

Too scared to look again I slowly began to walk backwards while my eyes remained on the door when I could hear footsteps coming down the hall once more.

I jumped but made no sound when the door knob began to move, but it wouldn't open. I looked between my bed and the white closet closest to me. Sliding it open I hid myself inside and quietly closed it back, it was dark making it almost impossible to see now.

Carefully I made my way past a few boxes and draped a blanket over it and myself. I hugged my legs together and held onto my stuffed Foxy plush. I closed my eyes as I began to shake and I cowered myself closer to the corner when I heard the door to my room being unlocked.

The sound of my alarm clock began to blare and without looking at it, I grabbed it and slammed it against the floor making it shatter but the sound wouldn't stop. I groaned as I opened my eyes again and had to turn the thing off.

Once I did, I sat down in bed and began to push my hair away from my face and tried to calm my breathing. It's that same nightmare again.

I got out of my bed and went to get myself ready for the day, making sure to have my shower cold today.

I tied my hair with a few strands falling down my face and got into my car to head to my work for the day.

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"Excuse me, where's the horror section?" A woman came over to ask me when she saw me organizing a few dvds and shelves. I pointed out the section and glanced to see the lady looking at a few movies.

Working at a movie store doesn't earn much, but it's the only job I could find. Besides, it was the only job where I could be accepted as well, I used to dye my hair regularly but decided against it since some working places weren't fond of it, the into thing I had were a few ear piercings and one on my eyebrow.

Other than that, I get the boring jobs and have been struggling financially for a while now along with a friend, well, I consider the person a friend since he sometimes comes around with his little sister.

I believe I've heard his name is Mike and the little girl is Abigail.

I wonder if it's just the two of them living together. It must be nice to have a sibling or a family member to look after.

My thoughts were interrupted when the same lady from earlier came over to rent a movie. Who even rents movies anymore? People might ask and I do at certain times, but I do miss a few things I got to experience in my childhood..like…

I turned my head and saw a flier taped against the shops window. I looked around and saw there were no customers, it wasn't here early when I came in. I walked up the window read what was displayed on it

"Help Wanted. Security guard to work at Freddy's Pizzeria. No background check needed. For more information call this number…"

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at the paper, I grabbed it off from the window and took it back with me inside.

Freddy's Pizzeria. Now that's a name I haven't heard in over ten years.

Would it hurt to take another side job. Being a security guard isn't that hard after all, just losing a few hours of sleep and being alone for the night. I grabbed the work phone and began to dial the number on the paper sheet.

While the phone continued to ring I had my eyes on the pizzerias mascots, until finally the phone was picked up

"Hello? I'm calling about the night security guard. I'd like to apply for the job."

Right after my shift ended from work I immediately drove up to the pizzeria. It was almost in the middle of nowhere, the family friendly restaurant wad almost abandoned now.

I stepped out of my car and saw the pizzerias sign wasn't even over the restaurant anymore, but on the floor almost in ruin.

"Wow..this place became a shit hole." I mutter under my breathe and placed my keys inside my pockets.

Slowly I began to take steps closer to the building and saw how chipped the walls seemed and I remembered this place being so bright and full of life.

"Hello?" I knocked on the door and waited a couple of minutes but no one responded. I sighed loudly and began to pull onto the door until it opened and I stepped inside.

"Let's all sing happy birthday to the special birthday girl!"

Confetti rainbow colored filled the room with tons of party hats, balloons and presents. All the kids cheered including myself when the animatronics appeared onstage.

Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. Including Foxy who was on pirate cove.

Everyone in my class was invited to my party, not that I was close to any of them. All of them were too young to understand the bruises on my face or arms so they made fun of me for that.

"So (Y/N), are you liking the day so far?" My mother asked.

I looked up at her and ignored her bruised eye, I nodded my head. "I am."

Of course I was, but I wondered how she got the money to save up and be able to do this birthday for me, since every few times I've come here, the pizzeria doesn't have an open slot for a birthday to be done in here.

I had been playing by myself and with a few kids late on, by the time I returned to my seat I found a single present with my name on it. My mother said that it wasn't from her.

Looking back to my left I remembered the memories of my birthday and the exact spot I was seated. All my mother ever told me was that my birthday here was already paid, it was probably paid by each parent in my class.

Next I stared at the stage in front of me. It was covered by a curtain and I really wanted to see what was on the other side.

I began to slowly step forward until I heard footsteps behind me and I screamed and held onto my chest and saw a man in front of me. He quickly stepped back and held his hands ups.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." The man laughed.

He was older than me that's for sure. Maybe early 50's, he seemed attractive for his age. Though the Dahmer glasses weren't something I was expecting.

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" he asked fixing his glasses and stand up straight.

"Yes! Sorry, yes I am. And you're?"

"Steve Raglan. I'm the manager at Freddy's Pizzeria. Please let's step into my office do I can further explain things to you."

I did as told and began to follow the man. We made it to his office and I could see his name written on the desk as well when he went to sit on the other side.

We each took our seats and I saw him take out a notebook and began to write on it. "Alright, (Y/N). Tell me a bit about yourself, why do you want the job?"

"I thought the paper said there was no need of a background check." I joked and saw that he wasn't smiling.

"I'm aware of that but I'm just making sure that you'll be perfect for the job without any sort of problems. We can't let any stranger in here, what if I were to hire a murderer?" Steve chuckled once and tapped his pen again.

"Right..umm. I'm just interested in the money if I'm honest. Are you planning on reopening the restaurant soon?"

Steve seemed to think about it for a few seconds. "Of course. I would love to see the place filled with joy again and the laughter of children most of all."

"You are right. Thinking hard about it, it would be nice for a new generation of kids to experience Freddy's Pizzeria."

This seemed to interest Steve. "You would come here often?"

"Not that much, only whenever a classmate of mine would decide to spend their birthday here. I really enjoyed it here and seeing the animatronics. Foxy was my favorite." I tell him.

He hums and continues to take notes. "You do seem like a Foxy fanatic to me." He jokes and I smirk back.

"What would yours be? Freddy?

Steve shakes his head a bit. "Something like that. Let's say it's a rabbit…" He says smiling a bit. He places the pen down and folds his hands together now looking back at me.

"I think I've seen you at the mall. You work at a movie store, correct?"

"So now you're a stalker." I question feeling just a bit weirded out by it.

"I'm a busy man to be doing such things. I've just visited the place once and if I'm not mistaken, you look like one of the girls working there."

I nod my head once and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not quite hard to miss either. Yes I do work there. If I'm able to get this second job, I'll surely move into a nicer place."

He raised an eyebrow. "Second one? Don't your parents help you out?"

"My mom only cares to contact with me if I have money to help her out. And about my dad, well I never met the man. I did have a stepdad but he's not important." I simply tell him not to say anymore or remember the past.

Steve Raglan looked at his wrist watch and then back at me. "Miss (Y/N). I can't say you're hired right away since there's another person who contacted me right when you came in. Let's make this fun. You and this other person will stay for the night and we'll see which one can handle it."

"Which one can survive the night." He smiled.

"I'm willing to work extra hours if it means that I'll have the job." I said standing up and he did the same.

He held his hand out for a handshake. "Then I'm looking forward to see who wins. Now, follow me I'll be handing out your uniform."

I smiled at Steve and began to follow him over to the storage area. I sniffed the air and it wasn't a quite pleasant smell, but I decided not to comment on it. It was kinda dark but I could see a Bonnie head on the far corner and a few other items.

"I want you here at 12 o'clock sharp. No delays." Steve said handing me my uniform and a few more things.

Looking up at the man I nodded my head again and smiled. "Of course, Sir." I tell him and could've sworn I saw his expression change a bit.

"Great. I hope you and your partner will get along. I look forward to seeing your progress." Steve said guiding back to the main entrance. With a quick goodbye, Steve closed the doors behind him leaving me alone outside.

I started going back into my car and looked at Freddy's Pizzeria. My new job. Let's see what's do complicated about this job.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #blumhouse #five nights at freddy's x reader #matthew lillard #william afton #fnaf movie #steve raglan #springtrap

[dearhargrove]

Heat

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: basically the sauna scene from season 3 but with you. Also, I changed the events a bit so beware

ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: violence, Billy being an asshole ;(

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2,974

reader is Billy's age, reader has powers bcs I love that concept

𝔞/𝔫: you don't know how badly I've been wanting to write this but didn't have the motivation... so enjoy! Though this is more for me than anything ngl

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Planning how you were going to free Billy from the Mind Flayer was a lot different from executing it. You were as excited as you were scared, having had your lover be distant and hateful for the past weeks. All in all, you were tired of it. You take a deep breath, standing behind the kids and waiting for Billy to realize he'd been locked into the sauna.

You watch as his face contorts into anger and he clenches his jaw, stepping to the glass. The boys back up a little, Billy's presence more than scary.

"You better get me out of here right now, you shitheads." he threatened, his voice low. You gulped, looking around. Lucas was checking on Max, who's been the most hurt from this - along with you. Max gathered herself and raised her head in a brave way.

You turn back to your boyfriend, just as he starts banging his fists on the door, waiting for what he still thinks to be a prank, to be over. You bite your lip, taking pity on him.

You couldn't describe how badly you wanted to open the door and take him in your arms. It'd been so long since he even looked at you with a fond look in his eyes. You missed him. So fucking badly.

You flinch when he falls down, seeing Lucas and Mike cast nervous glances at each other. What's happening?

You can't help but slightly freak out when he starts sobbing. You dig your finger nails into your palm and try to take deep breaths.

The moment he starts whimpering about it not being his fault you break. There's a short moment of no one doing anything. You take a step forward, fully convinced you could go in there and calm him down right now.

Will holds you firmly by your wrist, shaking his head. You breathe heavily, scared.

"It's not my fault, Max." Billy whimpers and you wait for him to say more. Max starts walking towards the door and you get nervous. She couldn't get hurt. You don't think you'd ever be able to forgive yourself if any of them got hurt - but Max especially. She's been somewhat of a little sister to you since you met Billy, so obviously you cared for her a lot.

She stops in front of the window, head tilted downwards, probably to where Billy was sitting.

It was a bit hard to understand, the blood rushing in your ears making it harder to hear. "I've done things, Max. Really-" your heard him gasp through a sob, "really bad things. I didn't mean to. He made me do it." You frowned. While you were all aware of the Mind Flayer taking over Billy's mind, you had never taken into consideration just how fucked up this really was. Sure, you didn't take this lightly. You'd be stupid to.

But the realization that Billy couldn't control what he was doing, that there was something in his mind, was horrifying. And if Max and El had been right and he was the one to abduct all the people, you couldn't imagine the terror he was going through knowing he did that.

"Like a giant shadow." Billy described the Mind Flayer. Max continued asking about what it had made Billy do, but he broke down again - understandably. This was probably his first time since being the host that he had a clear mind, so this must be a fucking lot.

You feel miserable. How did this happen? How could you let this happen to him? All because you got drunk one night and he had to pick you up. Except he'd never arrived and you got a vision later of his car crashing and some big shadow taking him over.

Billy begs for Max's forgiveness and you see her start crying, too. A silent tear rolls down your cheek but you stay silent, waiting for what would happen next.

In the next second Will touches his neck and Billy breaks the glass of the small window, screaming at us to let him out along with other insults.

You gather in the middle of the room, just as Billy starts grunting and lights flicker.

Black veins spread over his torso and he starts throwing his body against the door.

The second it breaks, El steps in front of you, her hand held up.

You have half a mind to push her towards Mike, stepping closer to Billy.

"Billy..." you slowly say, catching his attention. For a second there's a flicker of recognition in his eyes, before the eerie emptiness takes them over again. He clenches his teeth, taking a step closer to you.

"I don't want to hurt you, please..." you cry, tears already running down your cheeks and your hands shaking.

While El was only able to lift things and move them telepathically for a limited period of time, you were a lot stronger and more trained as well as experienced. She had made it out of the lab before she became a teenager, but you had been captured there until you were 15.

He falters for a moment before stepping so close to you, you felt his breath on your face.

"Billy..." you pleased once more and in a moment of weakness you missed his hand shooting forwards, grabbing you by the neck.

You choked on a breath, hands gripping his. You could use your powers but you weren't ready to hurt him. Not him, not when didn't deserve it. "Please..!" you coughed and saw out of the corner of your eye as El's hand lifted and something started tugging him backwards, away from you.

"y/n! Do something!" Max screamed, wanting to help but not being able to. You tried looking at her and realized that you'd have to hurt him in order to rescue him. Taking a breath you turned to him, glaring. You loosen your hands on his wrist, his grip around your throat having lessened due to Eleven helping.

You know he noticed when he tried keeping you in place, but didn't succeed. You raised your hand, closing your eyes. You couldn't do this while looking at him.

The familiar feeling returned to your hands and you closed one to make a fist. You hear him gasp for air before you feel him letting you go. Your eyes start watering as you open them trying to steady yourself.

There was nothing more torture than having to hurt him like this. You sobbed and let your hand fall, whispers of 'I'm sorry.' and 'please forgive me' falling from your lips. You didn't register Billy getting up again and moving towards Eleven.

"No! Get away from her!" you hear Mike yell, picking up discarded pipe and hitting Billy over the head with it. You gather your strength as you see Mike getting in front of El.

"Don't hurt her, you piece of shit!" he grunted at your boyfriend.

You saw it as your opportunity, getting up and lifting both of your hands this time.

You let out a pained noise as you see Billy starting to levitate, his arms stretching and the black of the Mind Flayer flooding his body once again. You walk around him until you're in front of him. "Leave him alone!" you scream, your voice breaking. You watch as the black shadow that had caused so much pain and anger starts coming out of his mouth, that was forced open.

You hear him choking and breathe in desperately, the air coming to you less and less as it was starting to take a toll on you.

You fell to your knees, trying to win this fight that would only last a few more minutes. You didn't feel Eleven helping you out, but you hear as she falls to the floor, passing out in Mike's arms.

The help that she gave leaves abruptly and it all becomes too much as you momentarily lose consciousness.

The friends watch helplessly as Mike and Lucas try getting El out of the way while Max rushed to your side. "No! Wake up!" she sobs histerically.

Billy laughs in the most frightening way so far and lunches forward, Will barely able to pull Max into his arms and out of the way. Billy takes you by the neck just as you'd woken again. He throws you against the wall, the contact making you wheeze as the air leaves your lungs once again.

You try getting up, but before you're able to, he grabs you by your throat and pushes you against the wall. "Not so brave now, huh?" he grins, the empty look back in his eyes.

You see everything as if in slow-motion, Will trying to keep Max from getting back to you, Mike crying while El lays unresponsive in his arms and Lucas.

You see Lucas just as he loads his arm sling with a piece of Metall, fixates it and- it hits Billy right on the back of his head.

But doing nothing.

He only let's out another chuckle, choking you more. "Billy-" you cough, barely managing to raise one hand. You place it on his cheek and a small smile takes place on your bloodied lips. "I love you..." you whisper, dragging your hand to where his heart is.

He blinks a few times, seemingly fighting with the demon inside of him for control.

He misses your other hand moving to the back of his head before you grip his hair and pull his head back, hard.

You close your eyes, nervous as you hadn't done this more than once because it had drained you so bad that you'd slept for two days straight.

You conjure up a picture in your mind. A picture in which the Mind Flayer leaves Billy's body, and instead...

enters yours.

Opening your eyes, you watch Billy's body become numb as the Mind Flayer leaves his body and he falls to the floor. It rushes inside of you and you throw your head back, gasping for air.

You close your eyes once again and start fighting the mindset of the Demogorgon that's threatening to take over yours. You scream out, memories of Billy and the party filling your head. You remember the day he'd taken you on a trip to California, having wanted to show you the beach since forever. The way his hand had felt laying on your thigh the whole ride.

With horror Will and the others watch as your body starts being lifted in the air, the black of the shadow monster surrounding you in an unnerving way. Billy lays knocked out on the floor, and Will makes sure there's no black features left on him before he let's Max go.

She rushes to Billy and shakes his shoulders. "Wake up!" she yells in desperation. When he stats stirring she just hugs him closer. "Max..." he grunts. "Yes, yes, I'm here." she confirms and starts crying harder.

Billy curses under his breath before sitting up and taking in the scene around him. That's when he notices you.

You, as the horrible dark shadow that had been inhabiting his mind for weeks tries doing the same with you. "No..." he whimpers, completely shocked at the situation.

Through the rushing in your ears you hear him. Hear him pleading for you, begging for the Mind Flayer to let you go.

The last thing you feel before passing out is fresh air entering your lungs.

With horror, the group around you watches your body fall to the floor and the shadow flee through the wall, breaking it in process.

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When you wake up, it's two days later.

As you weren't... normal, they weren't able to bring you to a hospital and Dr. Owens worked too close with the Lab and Brenner for them to trust him.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around. You see the small kitchen and table with chairs, discarded Christmas lights littering the floor.

You then your head to the side and see all of the party sleep on the floor around you. While Dustin and Steve, yes the Steve Harrington who'd become more of a babysitter than anything, were sharing a mattress (with Dustin on the floor while Steve had the blanket wrapped around him and was comfortably taking up the whole mattress), Max was sleeping on the love seat, Will, Mike and El all in sleeping bags in front of the TV and finally, Billy.

He was seated on a pillow, his head resting on the couch close to your stomach. His hand held yours tightly and you smiled. While he didn't look like it, he loved nothing more than cuddling during the night.

You silently sit up, seeing some light on the veranda. Joyce or Hopper probably. You can't keep the small wince from escaping you as sharp pain spreads through your whole body.

Billy wakes startled, looking around before seeing you. You, with a sheepish smile on your face and his hand held tight in yours.

Before he can say anything you put a finger on his lips, motioning him to stay silent. "Baby..." he whisper, emotion flooding his voice.

You nod, a smile on your face. Slowly you get up, tugging him after you towards the guest bedroom where you had slept more times already than you could count.

You two tiptoe through the house until you open the door. He picks you up with care and closes the door with his foot.

When he lays you down on the bed you reach up and tangle your arms around his neck, tugging him down. He grins happily, letting you place kiss after kiss on his lips.

"Y'know, you really scared me when you passed out back there." he mumbles, letting his lips wander over your neck, placing kisses here and there as you brush your fingers through his hair affectionately.

"No way," you acted shocked, "I spooked the Billy Hargrove?" he pouted, moving his head back up and lightly knocking his forehead into yours. "Don't tease~" he whines.

You just chuckle happily. "Really missed you, baby." he murmurs with his deep, rumbling voice.

"Couldn't think while... it was there. Felt like.. I dunno. Lost all control over my body and had to watch as he- as he slaughtered all those people." Billy's voice wavers a bit and you shush him, trailing a hand down his back.

"And none of it was your fault, my love." he just huffs, obviously blaming himself. "If you don't stop blaming yourself I'm going to start blaming myself for not protecting you from this." you raised an eyebrow, knowing very well that in his eyes you could never do anything wrong.

"No, baby, don't say that." he warns. You make a 'really?' face, watching him realize what you actually meant by what you said. He groans, dropping his head next to yours. "C'mon you missed out on me for weeks, there's no way you can resist my charm now." he says and you're quite sure that logic makes absolut sense in his head.

"Billy, I don't know if you've noticed but we're dating. You don't need to charm me anymore, yeah?" he rolls his eyes at you and you weakly punch his torso. "Don't be so rude." He acts like you shot him, dramatically falling next to you and holding his chest.

"You killed me." he deadpans, "only a kiss can make it better~" he grins lazily. Well, not like you mind. You lean on one elbow, laying a hand on his cheek and stroking the skin under his eye. "Have you been sleeping, babe?" you ask, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes.

He frowns, shrugging. "Y'know I can't sleep without you..." he replies, putting one arm over your waist and pulling you closer.

"Well then, it's time for bed, Eh?" you chuckle and he looks at you like you're crazy. "I just got you back from sleeping for days and you're tired again?"

"Hmm..." you pretend to think, "yep." popping the p you turn to the alarm on the nightstand on the side, reading 12:43 AM. You nod towards it and lay your head on his chest, off which he had yet to pull his muscle shirt. "damn, didn't even pay attention to the time."

"Realized that. Now get rid of the shirt, it's bothering me, and then we're going to sleep. No discussions." he grinned, placing a slow kiss on your lips. "God, I missed you so much, baby. You can't imagine." he slides one of his hands under your shirt and just holds you, feelings his skin against yours.

"Me too. Missed you a lot. A small town is kinda boring when there's no one to scandalize the old ladies." you joke and he chuckles.

"Alright, let's get you to sleep, princess." with that he pulls the shirt over his head, leaving his torso and abs free to you. And wow had you fucking missed this.

"You're injured and need to rest so get those thought out of your mind, idiot." he remarks, pinching your waist lightly.

"Cockblock." you pout, even though it was you who'd wanted to rest initially. "Alright, enough insulting your poor boyfriend." he grumbled and pulled the blanket over your bodies.

While you got comfortable on his chest, he already had his nose buried in your hair while enjoying the warmth he'd missed out on for so long.

And here with you and all the people he appreciated, he thought that maybe someday you could all forget about the traumatic events that had taken pace in this cursed town.

very probably going to write a part two with more fluff for this :') anyone else think billy would be the biggest softie secretly?

#stranger things imagine #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things #dacre montgomery

[m-jelly]

heyooo I was wondering if I could request a shy!/awkward!Levi trying to hide his little (*ahem* huge) crush on reader by using ‘various methods of secrecy’ but he can’t hide his sudden change of character around the vets who give him a hard time for it?

got writer’s block and need some fluff :)

@kenkopanda-art <3

Finding a way to love

Levi x fem!Reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, shy Levi, confessions, love letters, admin reader, Levi trying.

Levi has fallen deeply and madly in love with the sweet new admin, you. He tries so hard to talk to you and confess, but he's clumsy with love and his feelings. He tries everything he can to confess to you and admit his feelings. His friends notice and decide to give him a little help.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Words flowed out of him when he put pen to paper, but it was never the same in person. There was something so magnetic about you. You were so beautiful, pretty, kind, smart and sweet. Every single time he met you it just made his heart flutter.

His eyes scanned the paper to see the lovely tidy writing in front of him. A rare smile spread over his lips, he was satisfied with what he had made finally. He sealed up the letter and placed a wax seal on the envelope. Now, he just needed to deliver it to you.

He was quick and quiet as he moved down the hall. It was quiet in the base because most people were asleep, Levi thought he wasn't seen but he was wrong. As he made his way to your room the eyes of a very tall friend watched him.

Mike was amused by his grumpy friend running around in the night attempting to do romantic things. Part of him wanted to tease Levi, but he knew better. He was very aware that Levi was an emotional man, he just kept it locked up. He also knew that Levi was very clean and had some personal issues about contact so, seeing him pursue someone made Mike happy that Levi was finding a drive in life after the loss of his friends.

He had to time it right. As soon as Levi hurried back Mike blocked his path. "What are you doing?"

Levi went bright red. "Tch, none of your fucking business."

"You're in love with her, aren't you? Our little admin cutie."

He turned his gaze away. "So what if I am? You going to take the piss?"

Mike folded his arms. "I considered it, but I think instead I might help. I know someone we need to talk to."

"Who?"

The tall blonde waved to Levi to get him to follow. "This way."

It concerned Levi that he was caught, but he knew very well help in this situation was good for him. He instantly knew where he was he moved down the hall. He didn't think Erwin could help, he wasn't aware of his dating past but the more help he could get, the better.

Mike opened Erwin's office door to see he was working like usual. "We need your advice."

Erwin looked up. "Is it to do with training or a mission?"

"Asking a girl on a date."

Erwin sat up. "Right. Who's asking who out?"

Levi walked over and grumbled. "Me." He said your name. "I l-love her. I-I want to...date her..."

"What have you done so far?"

"Written her romantic letters, but not signed them."

Erwin hummed in thought. "Do you talk to her face-to-face?"

"I-I have, b-but I get flustered."

"Got it. Well, let's make a plan of action."

The three men talked throughout the night making plans for Levi to act on. They were going to make sure that Levi would ask you out in the most romantic manner possible. In the morning, he went out into the training fields and collected a big bunch of wildflowers. Next, he wrote a letter with his full confession.

Levi dressed up in his nice suit and avoided everyone so he wasn't questioned. It was a lot for him to confess his love to you and he really didn't want an audience. Getting you alone was important, so he went to your office and as soon as he walked in he saw you were reading a love letter he made you with a cute smile on your face.

You gazed at Levi as your heart skipped a beat, for a while you'd been in love with the Captain and you had noticed he was so soft with you. The letters started not long after he was sweeter to you, so you figured Levi was your secret admirer. You tried to get close to him, but he seemed to get flustered.

You rose to your feet and approached him. "Want me to lock the door?"

"Y-Yes."

You locked up your office door and turned to the sweet Captain. "I'm all yours now, Levi."

He shoved the flowers into your arms. "Tch, t-take them!"

You felt your heart flutter at the beautiful bouquet in your arms. "These are beautiful, thank you." You moved closer to him as he clenched up. "May I kiss your cheek?"

He gulped hard as he gripped his blazer. "I-I umm...uh...you..."

"If you don't feel comfortable I won't."

He grabbed your wrist and yanked you over to him, but he used too much strength causing his nose to bang against your cheek. "A-Ah, s-sorry."

You hummed a laugh. "It's okay." You tilted your head and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for all your letters too. You're incredibly romantic."

"You're welcome." He blushed hard when he realised what you'd said. "You...you knew?"

You nodded as you placed the flowers in a vase of water. "Yes." You moved to your desk and revealed all the letters in your drawer. "I kept all of them. They make me so happy. I adore every single one of them. I tried talking to you about them, but you would get so nervous and flustered that you'd run." You moved closer to him. "I'm glad you're not now." You pointed to the letter in his front pocket. "This another letter for me?"

He grabbed your hand and stopped you from taking it. "I...don't want you to read it."

"Something wrong?"

He released a long sigh. "I want to tell you how I feel and not a letter."

You sat on the edge of your desk and smiled at the cute Captain. "I'm all ears."

He gulped hard. "I can do this." He released a long sigh before grabbing your face in both hands and kissing you roughly. He hummed in delight when you clung to him happily and kissed him back. He pulled back and panted. "S-sorry, I said I would confess but ended up kissing you." He gulped hard. "You're just so kissable."

You giggled. "You're so cute."

He hugged you tightly causing your face to press against his chest. "S-sorry, your face is just...I just want to kiss you. I need to..." He sighed. "I'm in love with you. I want to be with you. I will be clumsy and I'm sorry in advance, but I will work hard to be the perfect boyfriend to you. I want to be with you forever." He released a long sigh and let you go. "That's how I feel." He looked you in the eyes. "You are so smart, kind, caring, funny and beautiful. You keep me guessing and I'm always in awe of you. You're incredible beyond words can describe. You're this shining light in my life, like the light that filtered through one small part of the underground city."

You welled up at his sweet words. "Oh, Levi. I want you too. You sweet and romantic man."

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x you #fanfic #levi x y/n #levi fanfiction #levi x reader #jelly fanfics #levi attack on titan #levi x reader fluff #captain levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x you #captain levi #captain levi x reader #captain levi fanfiction #levi x yn #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n

[turbulentscrawl]

Could we get some hc stuff for weeping? He never gets any love. Your work is amazing btw ♡

Thank you!

You know, before this I honestly kept forgetting he exists...but after doing a lore dive and doing these general hcs I'm feeling like he's going to become a favorite.

As a note for tagging, I typically use a character's human name for my blog's tagging system, but since "Joker" is a name used in so many fandoms, his will be "weeping clown x reader"

As always, if you guys like my work consider sending me a request!

Identity(V) Headcanons: Joker

-The acid which scarred him was only mixed with his colored face paints. The white base he uses didn’t harm him, so the scarring he has is mostly around his mouth and down from his eyes, following the shape of the red lips and teardrops he painted on. He still wears face paint most days to try and cover what he can of the scarring, but he’s paranoid about what he uses now. He keeps his paints locked away where others can’t access them, and always tests them on his arm before using them on his face.

-Joker has very little self-worth. It goes beyond basic insecurity, though he has plenty of that as well. His entire reason for living is based on the value he has to other people. At first, that’s restricted to just the way he can bring a bit of joy to the Hullabaloo crowds, and the few shallow friendships he’d made along the way. When Margaretha entered the picture, though, it began to twist into something even more unhealthy.

-He still has some remaining love for Margaretha, but he’s more withdrawn from her. He was disfigured, he did something horrible, and she left. But if it really came down to it, and he had no one else to talk him out of it, he probably would continue going to her whenever she calls, albeit with more inner turmoil. It goes back to that self-worth again; Margaretha makes him feel like he can be a valued protector regardless of not being very physically capable.

-At his core, Joker is a very kind and sympathetic person. He cares about others, their wellbeing and happiness, and even in a world without the above self-worth struggles he would go out of his way to help people…

-But he’s become a bit jaded since the massacre. A bit angry, even. No one did anything when he was the sole victim. No one stood up for him like he stood up for others. No one cared about his disfigured face because now it matches his disfigured body, right? …but he makes himself swallow those feelings when they start to bubble over. He doesn’t want to be that person. He doesn’t want to add more cruelness to the world.

-He’s on the quiet side. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him mute, but he chooses his words very carefully. If ever he’s unsure of what to say he would rather say nothing than ramble aimlessly. When he does speak, it’s with long pauses and shifting, thinking eyes. Conversations with him tend to move at a crawl.

-He likes gentle people. Eccentric people are fun too, but he prefers gentleness if he must choose one over the other. He got along with Mike before the massacre, but events like that have a way of either cementing or shattering bonds and theirs took the latter hit. I think he’d get along well with several people in the manor, including Luca, Emma, Victor, Eli, and Helena. He’s not exceptionally close with any of them, but few people dislike his presence.

-He’s very good at telling all manner of jokes, but he rarely does anymore. That’s a development from before even the massacre; he was required to employ depreciating humor on stage, both of himself and others, and over the years it caused him to grow heavy with guilt. Now, he may shoot off a pun occasionally, but even that is rare. He really doesn’t like to be the one joking around anymore.

-He does still like doing tricks, though! They’re not his specialty, but he didn’t go all that time in the circus without picking up a thing or two. He’s more than happy to show off these skills if they entertain his friends.

-He’s really good at finding things? It’s basically a supernatural power. If you ever lose something in the manor, he’s a good bet to check in with before you tear your room apart. Honestly sometimes he just shows up to return things before someone even knows they’ve lost it.

-Joker is completely touch starved. At first glance it may seem the opposite, as he tends to move away from incoming contact, but this is only because he often doesn’t know what to expect. As far as kind touches go, he’s given more than he’s received, and always with a nervous, shaking hand. When he has some kind of relationship where contact is both safe and common, he’s attached to your hip.

-On that note, Physical Touch is the best love language for Joker. He also appreciates the other four, but touch is his favorite. He’s a very clingy partner who always wants to sit shoulder-to-shoulder or hold hands. If his partner is less than enthused about PDA, he’s okay with more subtle touches as well, such as hooking your ankles together under the dinner table. Rebuffing his desire for contact too many times can and will result in some seriously hurt feelings. A relationship between him and someone averse to touch probably wouldn’t work in the long run.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv weeping clown #idv joker #weeping clown x reader #turbulentscrawl

[nor-4]

You Thief!!

Grammatical errors

Mike Schmidt ft. Thief!Reader

Why cry about being broke when you can just rob a pizza place that has been shut down since like 80's.

It's exact 12 am while you enter the old pizza place with a empty gym bag your carrying on your shoulder that contains crowbar, and in your free hand you're holding a baseball bat that you found 3 years ago at that another old place you rob.

You named it abby, you don't really know why you named it as abby you just love that name. You love that tingly feeling when you remember it.

Seeing a old arcade game machine excites you especially at this "Abandoned" place you saw, you just know it has money in it.

Good thing you bought a crowbar cause this machine is so strong, you felt sorry for your baby abby.

After finally opening the machine a ocean kind of money and coins flooded the floor, although you expect it to be like this you're still celebrating out of happiness.

As for mike he just arrived the pizza place that he's working at. He knows that there's something wrong, it doesn't feel right for him.

Mike told abby to stay at his car for a moment because his gut feeling is telling him something.

There's you who didn't hear the lock drop the floor because you're so busy destroying the other machine cause you aren't going out of this place without your bag being full with money.

Mike was surprised of what the girl who is wearing a skimpy skirt is doing.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He yelled as he hurried, "Are you dumb? Isn't obvious I'm robbing this place idiot." You said with an attitude as you continued what you are doing.

He felt his face gets hot seeing what you are wearing right now, but come on he shouldn't feel this, you thief!

"Oh cat got your tongue big guy?" You seductively asked as you stopped trying to open the other machines, "I'm too tired for this, just do whatever you want to do." he said throwing his hands up while walking back outside to get abby. But why didn't he even bother to call a police, is it because he's really tired or just catched a feelings over a thief.

"Come on abs, you're already tired." Mike said as he opened the door of the backseat as he carried abby's blanket, abby stared at mike she knows that he knows something "Did something happened?"

"Nothing happened, it's just a girl." He said after sighing over abby's curiosity while her, she is walking happily and he knows that abby wants to meet her.

Entering on a abandoned building is new to abby, although seeing the cozy lights really excites her.

"Oh hi little girl!" You waved at the little girl as she wave back, "What's your name?" you asked as you lowered to abby's level.

"I'm abby, nice to meet you. And this is my brother mike." She said excitedly same for you s you show her your baseball bat that has a same name with her.

It didn't take long for you and abby to get along and for mike? He's just quiet, he wants to admire you but he still couldn't forget on how cute you were getting angry trying to open that one arcade machine.

You helped mike to make abby's fort so she can sleep thightly on the floor, abby wants you to join her on the fort but you excuse that you have something else to do.

"Do you work here?" You asked mike looking over to you even you are still admiring abby as she sleeps, "Yeah.. I'm just new here" he said as he comfortably sit on his chair.

He remembered what you said to abby earlier, that your baseball bat and abby has the same name. He isn't thinking that this was only a coincidence, he thinks that this is a destiny. But was it??

"i need to get going, it's time.." You said as you stand up brushing your skirt from sitting on the floor, mike insisted that he will walk you out of the pizza place.

Before you start walking home you leaned into mike tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips for goodbye, "Nice to meet you mike, i might visit you tomorrow" you tapped his shoulder before walking out.

He swears that he isn't a pervert but seeing you walk on a short skirt is making him feel something, in the end of your eye you saw him look down to take a glance before going inside and think about it all night.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike afton #mike schmidt x you #josh hutcherson x you #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #mike afton x reader #Spotify

[puhpandas]

Vanny!Cassie Theory (Ruin)

*matpat voice* I SOLVED RUIN!!!!

okay but i actually think i got something here:

the most controversial question in Ruin is for sure whether The Mimic or Gregory cut the elevator or not. im here to tell you a genuine theory for why The Mimic would cut the elevator :)

after the credits during the elevator ending, we hear Roxy say “Cassie?”. this means Cassie is alive after the ending.

this ALSO means shes trapped underground with The Mimic, if it didnt get out. it also means that if The Mimic was down there with her, it didnt kill her.

I think The Mimic cut the elevator on purpose, posing as Gregory to make Cassie believe shes been betrayed, once again feeling unwanted or unloved as she did when her friends didnt show up.

Thisll drive Cassie to feel betrayed and sad, and maybe angry that ‘Gregory’ would do that to her.

i genuinely think The Mimic did this on purpose. the entire time throughout Ruin, it manipulated and tricked Cassie into thinking it was something it wasnt, and lead her to its trap.

this makes me think The Mimic never even wanted to escape, really. that wasnt its only goal. The Mimic knows things about Cassie, now. the VANNI mask connected to her brain. it shows memories she had with Gregory and her internal feelings as tangible things in the AR world.

The Mimic knows how vulnerable Cassie is. it knows that she cares about Gregory, and it knows she’ll do anything to help him. it KNOWS about her memories with being left behind, feeling unwanted, always being alone. at least when Roxy mentioned it.

The Mimic posed as Gregory and dropped the elevator, making Cassie feel betrayed and angry, and its going to use that to make her the new Vanny.

Vanessa (and Gregory if GGY is canon) is free. she isnt under The Mimics control anymore. Gregory completely destroyed Glitchtrap when he played princess quest 3. Gregory and Vanessa created M.X.E.S to flush out the virus and keep it locked away. The Mimic is literally back to square one. it lost all of its progress.

So its next plan, as something who knows a ton about the kid it hates most, Gregory, posed as him to lure a new victim. A new person to take over.

thats why Cassie has the VANNI mask. thats another reason why Ruin reminds you of Princess quest, and sister location. like ennard lured mike to use it for its bidding, The Mimic literally lured Cassie right into its trap, and now its going to use the feelings it ITSELF caused her to have with faking Gregorys betrayal to take her over, and make her its new Vanny.

the VANNI mask already caused her to have false memories. The log ride was never completed, but she remembers how it was so much fun. Shes already being corrupted. The Mimic already started the process of taking her over.

Its going to warp her memories and sense of reality, and make her believe Gregory did something awful to her, and her guard will be so let down with despair, The Mimic, maybe even using Gregory as its new persona, will take over her mind.

#this makes me think there will be a misunderstanding plot #cassie is a protaganist but a villain #and she SHOULD be enemies with the mimic #but instead shes enemies with the 3 star fam becasue of a misunderstanding #and shes doing the mimics bidding even if she doesnt want to be #ruin spoilers #ruin #fnaf ruin #theory #fnaf cassie #the mimic #thoughts #cassie #gregory #pandas.txt #pandas talks #vanny!cassie

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Beneath Miles of Stone - Part eleven - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW; this is just really gross fluff. Like I didn’t even think I was capable of this mushy stuff but this chapter was HONESTLY my favorite that I’ve written so far. Enjoy some soft John Wick ❤️ And thank you for reading.

Work is literal hell. Not just for her, but the patient’s, too.

To replicate the infirmary, the prison has attempted to create a pop up hospital on the main level. 

Literal curtains attached to metal poles separate the sick inmates from the main, drafty entrance. Blankets upon blankets is not enough to keep these people warm. The upper and lower levels have been partially closed off, and to get anywhere you have to navigate yellow tape and maintenance and construction workers and use the stairs instead of the busted elevator. That would be okay if everything she needed for her patient’s was right at hand instead of four floors down locked in a dark storage room. 

She’s thankful to have her job back, but after a night arguing with managers about the safety of her patient’s, and running up and down stairs with supplies including oxygen tanks and water jugs, she’s exhausted, scared for these grown men’s lives, angry, and wondering whether or not she should call whoever owns the place and tell them it needs shut down and the prisoners need relocated.

Even the guards seem scrambled, fried, like they don’t know what to do in the midst of all the damage and chaos.

She’s been looking for Mike all night, and finally she sees him as he’s walking down the hall and picking up pieces of fallen plaster. 

She’s so glad that he’s alive she almost hugs him. 

“Hey darling,” he smiles, letting the broom and dustpan dangle at his side. He’s pale and sweaty and his overalls look loose, like he’s lost a lot of weight. 

“Are you alright?” She asks.

He shakes his head. “Just getting over whatever the hell decided to mess my lungs up. Are you alright? I was asking around, trying to see if you were here that night and if you were okay, but no one could tell me a damn thing.”

“I was here,” she nods, “but I got out fine.” 

“I knew there was a reason I was praying for God to send his best guardian angel to you,” Mike tells her, wiping sweat off his forehead. “You’re blessed. A lot of people died that night.” He looks away, down the hall behind her, sadness crinkling his sunken face.

She cringes, looks at the floor, remembering. No angels have ever been in this prison, and no God exists in this fucked up world.

Instead of saying any of that, she thanks him for the prayers and asks if there’s anything she can do to help him feel better.

“Just keep yourself grounded, kid. I was in Vietnam for a long time, and I know what seeing this kind of thing does to a younger person.” He motions at the blood stains on the concrete walls. “It either makes you hard, or makes you crazy.”

They both try sad smiles for the other’s benefit before parting ways. 

She looks for Benny all night, too, almost hopeful that John bluffed. But the big man is not here, and no one says anything to indicate whether he’s alive or dead, so she assumes that she signed his death certificate herself. 

When she makes it home, aching and yearning for a shower and a soft pillow, John is outside her apartment.

In any other circumstance, he would see her immediately, but right now he’s helping two elderly women that live on her level load something big into their trunk. 

She watches the scene unfold, sees the way they thank him and hug him and kiss his cheek like he’s just saved children in an orphanage collapse, and realizes something about John Wick: Mike’s prayers for God to send her an angel were granted. Here he is, catching her eyes and smiling, her deadly guardian angel. She couldn’t see it before while her vision was clouded by spilled blood and instinctual fear, but he’s saved her life twice, subdued everyone he’s met into loving him, threw their trash away at the bar instead of just leaving it on the table for the waitress, and, if given the opportunity, she knows, without a doubt, he’d save a kitten from a tree and carry people out of a burning building and then go back in for more. 

The cold, white sunlight illuminates his tawny eyes into a pit that she’s falling into and never climbing back out of and she can’t believe him hoisting something into a helpless senior citizen’s trunk was the final push.

She reaches where he stands leaning against his car, and he kisses her cheekbone in greeting, the fever of his skin instantly warming her freezing flesh. “Let me take you for breakfast?” 

This sickly sweet exchange has her all messed up inside. She feels like her heart is a sleeping dragon hoarding her emotions in a pile and someone is tickling its nose with a feather and waking the beast up.

“I’m dirty,” she tells him, as if somehow that’s going to change his plans.

He cocks his head. “I can wait while you take a shower?”

Going to breakfast with a beautiful angel sounds lovely, but she doesn’t want him to smell her sweat and run the other way. “Sorry, I’m just gross right now.”

“I love dirt,” he teases. “Just come. They  run out of the blueberry pancakes fast.” 

She sighs, “fine, but if you smell me it’s not my fault.”

He eases her worries by pulling her into his nostrils and inhaling the skin of her neck. 

She squeals with laughter, pushing to get his stubble off her ticklish skin as he nuzzles and sniffs. 

“Hm.” He pulls away, thinking. “Smells wonderful so far. Maybe I should try again-“

“No!” She flails in his grip. “No john don’t stop- ahaha na-no!” 

He’s in the crook of her neck again, terrorizing poor nerves. 

She hits on his chest, presses her neck down over his face to buck him off, giggles obscenely for everyone in the street to hear. 

Her laughter is infectious and he could keep doing this all day, but he also really does want a blueberry pancake. 

“Apple shampoo?” He guesses, grinning down at her after ceasing cruel ministrations.

“Apple conditioner,” she corrects, glowering.

He leads her, by the waist, to his passenger door. 

While he holds the door open for her, she rolls her eyes and curtsies. “Thank you, Mr. Wick.”

He growls, playful, reaching for her as she falls into his cab.

She’s giggling and then screeching, shocked as he chases her in and folds her against the driver’s door.

It’s cold in here, but the heater that he calls a body can’t be fully enjoyed without some chill involved anyway.

And she can’t find the audacity to be cold when he’s tickle attacking her.

Facial hair in the crease of her neck and fingers on her belly and ribs is a deadly combination when he combines it with his huge, agile, speedy hands. 

“Oh-o-k-Kay I’m sss-sorr-y!”

He digs into her armpits and she screams, bucking her body so hard that she actually lifts him up a little bit. He’s impressed. 

“Please please please no fuck please.” All broken, yelping words from her feral mouth until he stops without warning.

He kisses her gasping lips, and grins. Zero percent disheveled or tired from fighting her while she pants and squirms.

“What about blueberry pancakes?” She flexes away from his lethal fingers. 

“You gonna stop being a heathen?” He asks, hoping the answer is no. 

“I’ll try,” she promises, grimacing while she waits for impact. 

He slides off of her, and they climb over one another - mostly just John moving both of them to their respectful places since she’s so clumsy - to trade places in the seat. 

“Pancakes saved your ass,” he tells her, starting the car. 

“Good ol’ pancakes,” she grins, “always there in my time of need.”

The restaraunt is a tiny diner on the corner of 3rd and Cross. It’s retro, metal and faded gold red upholstery, with flowers in glass vases adorning each booth. 

She wastes no time in smelling the daisies when they take seats across from one another. 

“Wow,” she says, “these are beautiful.”

“They’ve always had fresh flowers since I was young,” John explains, leaning close and taking a whiff. “You’ve never been?”

“I just moved here a little bit ago. City of opportunity. I think I’ve been to four restaurants and they’re all pizza places.” 

“When did you move?” He asks. 

She tells him, then adds: “When did you move from Russia?” 

“I can’t exactly remember,” he says, “young, though.”

“What was your favorite place to go?”

“Internationally?” John clarifies.

She nods, toying with the edge of her napkin. 

“New York. It’s my home.” 

She’s jealous of that word. Such a foreign thing for her to think about, a home. But she’s happy that he has some place he loves. “Ah, home.” 

It’s strange and sad, to meet someone more lost than he’s ever been. Even when he was younger, he can’t remember a time when he didn’t have a place to sleep even if it was a cold wooden floor on a burlap sack, and he still has family here whether he likes them all or not. 

He grabs her hand, startling her with warm touch on her freezing fingers.

Neither one is used to it, even though they crave the foreign feeling of intimacy. 

He rubs her palm with his thick thumb, pressure heavy and soothing. 

White snow turns blue, pink, and orange sherbet as clouds curtain back to reveal a painted, fluffed candy sky. 

They stare at each other, oblivious to the rainbow of color framing their embrace in front of the big window. 

John hasn’t been scared in a long time, but he’s horrified by what his chest is doing while he looks at her face. 

Vulnerability hangs in the flower scented air between them, and each one is afraid to cross its’ path. 

Like a near extinct species meeting another one of its kind for the first time in a jungle filled with chaos, and, yet, still extraordinarily lonely.

The waitress sets menus on their table, pulling them from uncharted sea back into familiar rocking ocean. 

“John,” Cindy greets, leaning down to embrace him.

“Cindy,” he replies, smiling, patting her shoulder and squeezing her back.

The older, plump woman chokes laughter and pulls out from his arm, dusting off imaginary lint from his jacket. She cracks her back and neck and rubs her shoulder. “See you haven’t lost your heavy hands?” She asks playfully. “Gotta be careful with us older people, though. We’re breakable.”

The faintest tint of pink colors his cheeks as he chuckles apologetically. “Sorry.”

“And who’s this?” Cindy asks, grinning down at her. 

John introduces them, and Cindy pulls her into a warm hug. “Hi honey.”

Cindy turns her delighted smile on John. “Delo?”

“Udovol'stviye.”

Cindy claps her hands together, laughing in joy. “I’m going to get Bill. Hold on.” She starts to scurry away, but then turns around. “Oh, what do you want to drink?”

“Black coffee,” John says. 

“Orange juice?” She says.

Cindy’s gone again.

He’s reminded by the side conversation she didn’t understand that there’s something on his mind he needs to ask her, because as much as he appreciates it, it’s starting to make him paranoid. “You haven’t asked a lot about what I..” he struggles to find the right words. “Do for work.”

“Do you want me to?” Her face is forgiving, non judgmental, although a little timid. 

“No.” He hopes he doesn’t upset her with the blunt answer.

“I figured.” She’s a little disappointed, but only because she wants to know if he’s safe while on the job. And also because people that don’t reveal a lot about themselves tend to just disappear without explanation. 

“I’m sorry,” he says.

She waves his apology away. “You don’t really know what I do for work either.”

“Hmm.” He leans back, man spreading and dwarfing the booth. His knees knock hers and she laughs nervously, shying away. “Nurses. Hurt people to make them feel better.”

She cringes. “I never thought of it that way.”

“You give people shots, dress wounds-“ he refers to himself “-fix plumbing, cover for maintenance, open packages, argue with stupid doctors, make older ladies adore you, hold people’s hands. This list goes on. Am I close?”

She laughs. “You’re forgetting one huge part.”

He motions for her to tell him about it. 

“We wipe a lot of ass.”

His head falls into his hands, and he shakes with heavy laughter. “Jesus,” he says. 

“What?” She teases. “Tough guy embarrassed by ass wiping? But not ass whipping? It’s two letters.”

His laugh gets harder, now with added groaning at her embarrassing admission in the nearly empty but still occupied diner. Full of surprises. He peaks at her through his hands. “Just how you say it.”

She shrugs. “Nature of the beast.”

He puts his chin in his hand. “What’s your dream job?”

She tells him, then asks the same question.

“Librarian,” John replies. 

She actually does laugh at him this time because she thinks he’s joking. He joins her laughter. 

“Yeah?” She asks. 

He opens his arms wide as if to embrace the career choice. “Yeah.”

Why is it so strangely hot to imagine him as a strict librarian working late nights at her local book dealer? There’s more to that fantasy, and it involves her getting lost in the maze of massive shelves right before the library closes and then sexy suited librarian finding her and deciding to punish her for her carelessness - but getting horny in a restaurant is not convenient. 

And Cindy’s back with Bill, who also gives them both big hugs. 

“Jesus John,” he says, “you swallow more iron every day?”

“That’s what I told him!” Cindy cries, elbowing her husband. 

“Bill,” John nods. 

Cindy sets their drinks down in front of them. “I was just asking about you the other day,” she tells John. “You’re not usually gone that long.” 

John sips his scalding coffee and listens to Cindy talk, occasionally nodding and agreeing with the banter between her and Bill. 

She drinks her orange juice and listens to the conversation about Cindy almost getting mugged on 23rd.

“And I said, if John was here those punks would have been sorry.” Cindy puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, then looks at her.

“He’s always been my little - “ Cindy looks back at John “ - big guard dog. Anybody comes in her looking for trouble, he’s got us covered.”

She smirks over at John, who’s trying to act like he’s not blushing again. He narrows his eyebrows at her cheeky expression in a challenging warning at that says ‘ comment on these pink cheeks, and you’re fucked .’

Her eyes shy away from his own as she drinks more tangy juice. 

“Oh my god, Bill, he’s laying the charm on this poor girl,” Cindy whispers in her husband’s ear. 

Bill glares at Cindy. “They can hear you,” he says. 

Cindy pats John’s upper arm, quelling his elevated embarrassment.

“You take it easy on her, Johnny,” Cindy says. “She’s a sweet girl.”

She peaks up at John over the rim of her glass and he is adorable enough that it makes her forget some of her own shyness. 

“Remember when you chased that drunk guy down the street with a coffee cup when you were fifteen?” Bill asks, changing the subject. “Guy was so scared he pissed his pants before you threw it and gave him a concussion.”

Cindy laughs, addressing her again. “He did it because the guy grabbed me up for us being out of pie. I mean, how can I help it if we’re out?”

“You make the pie,” Bill tells Cindy, deadpan. 

“That’s besides the point,” Cindy scoffs. “Tall, Lanky, growing John steps right in and grabs this guy’s shirt collar and drags him off me. Guy gets up, tries to grab a coffee mug for nefarious reasons, but John grabs it first, looks at it, looks back at the guy, and just goes right for him.”

Bill and John chuckle. 

“And after he’s done knocking this guy out with a coffee cup, he comes back in and asks Cindy if she’s alright and she fell in love with the little demon,” Bill says. “Called him her adopted son.” 

“And gave him free pancakes for life,” Cindy added.  “How many do you want, by the way?” She winks at John. “Fresh blueberries.”

They place their orders, and Cindy and Bill leave them to cook and check on other customers. 

“They’re so sweet,” she tells John. “You’re lucky.”

He’s never heard anyone refer to him with that word before, but she makes him realize it’s true - he islucky. Blessed, even.

John orders a literal stack of pancakes and eats them all like he’s been starving for weeks. He also eats half her big plate of bacon, eggs, and cheesy hashbrowns when she gets full. 

She wonders if the wild wolves in Russia taught him how to eat every calorie you can in one sitting and then go days without, because she’s honestly never seen him eat this much or at all. She’s jealous of him, again, for being able to stay lean and bulky even after meals like this. She contemplates asking him to switch metabolisms, watching while he drinks down a cold glass of water and looks at her from the rim of his glass. 

“You work tonight?” He asks. 

“Twelve hours,” she groans. 

“Let me give you a ride in the morning?” He asks. “I’ll pick you up in the alley across the street.” 

“Well, that’s not shady,” she jokes. 

“Not at all,” he agrees. 

Before they leave, he tucks a casual one hundred dollar bill under their neatly stacked dishes and then hugs part of his chosen family goodbye. 

“Easy, easy,” Bill laughs, being dramatic while John squeezes him. “Jesus.”

Bill and Cindy pull her in for a hug, too, and Cindy kisses her cheek. “You come back,” the sugar-smelling woman tells her, holding her shoulders. Her heart swells as she tries really hard not to cry in front of them. This whole time in New York and she thought everyone was a soulless robot, but John’s people are just the opposite of that, and she’s grateful to meet them.

She only has time to say thanks before John is escorting her out into the bearable flurry of snowflakes. 

When they get into the car, she raises her eyebrows at him and smiles like he’s the most precious thing she’s ever seen. He glances away, avoiding her adoration. “Thought you got free pancakes for life?” She ribs.

He shrugs. “It was a tip.”

She’s extremely reluctant to let Mr. Wonderful himself go about his day as they pull out front of her apartment. 

They stare at each other for a minute, before John talks. “Can I pick you up tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” she says, the word partially muffled by his mouth while he plucks at her top lip. 

He takes his kiss back and she whines involuntarily, eyes still closed and mouth open expectantly. 

He opens her door, walks her to the entrance of her complex, and lays a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Go to sleep,” he says. “See you in the morning.”

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PATRICK HOCKSETTER X FEMALE BULLY VICTIM PT. 2

ITS MORE THAN BULLYING NOW.

patrick x reader bully victim

again, overall tw and the same ones as last time. also the reader has only a mom in this, so sorry if you don't have one or you dont like yours.

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its been a few days, and i genuinely cant figure out what patrick was talking about on friday. what did he mean by 'im real and i think you are too." what does that mean? of course patrick is real, nobody that sadistic could be fake, but then what did he mean that i was too? god why does he have to be so mysterious all the time? i just want an answer to all of this..

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i try and shove it to the back of my mind, as i walk downstairs to make something to eat. jesus this is weird. im kind of glad he decided to do that yesterday, so then i could have the entire weekend to think over it. this is so crazy. i have no idea if i'm more nervous to go back to school now or not..

my mind was going 100000 miles per hour as i stretch on my tip toes and grab a box of cereal from the cabinet, and then the milk from the fridge. there was a note from mom on the counter next to the fruit bowl.

hey honey,

i had to go into work early to help mike with a project. maybe go to Emma's house later, but i wont be home until 10 ish. there's a pizza in the freezer.

love you!

i slurped cereal out of my spoon as i read the note and smiled to myself. i should go to Emma's house. i haven't seen her in a minute and it'll help get my mind off this whole 'patrick' situation. i nodded in agreement with myself, then put my empty bowl in the sink and went back to my room.

i fixed up my bedhead, and then grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a large t-shirt, and my chuck taylors. i took a glance at myself in the mirror and sighed, mentally scolding myself for the shit I've let happen over the last 5 years, like i did every morning. i'm so stupid. so vulnerable.

whatever.

i shut off my light and closed my bedroom door, then went downstairs. i grabbed my house keys off the hook next to the door, and then closed and locked it behind me. i felt uneasy the whole walk to Emma's house, constantly checking over my shoulder. eventually i got to Emma's and her mom let me in, and i was thanking god that Emma only lived about two blocks away.

me and Emma spent the day together. we went to the convenience store and got slushies, and then to the park where we met Jonathan and hung out with him for a bit. once the day few by, and the streetlights started coming on, we all agreed that we should go home before it got darker. as soon as i was walking home and i wasn't with Jonathan and Emma, dread crept over my body. it was dark, i was alone, and i had no clue whether or not henry and his gang were out on one of their little 'patrols.' i feel like it took an eternity to get home, but i finally did, and as soon as i unlocked the door and stepped inside, I locked the door and went to the kitchen. I reheated a slice of leftover pizza and leaned against the counter while i ate it. it was dark in the house, with the kitchen counter lights being the only thing lighting up the room i was in. after i was done eating, i turned to the sink and scrubbed a few plates that were sitting in the sink. when i was done, i clicked off the kitchen lights and walked back to my bedroom. halfway down the hallway, i heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. inside my bedroom. immediately my heart dropped to my stomach, and i became silent. slowly i backed up, sliding my socks along the carpet, never lifting my feet, not making any noise. i slipped back into the kitchen and frantically looked around, somehow forgetting where anything was in my house. i grabbed a bread knife from the first drawer and spun back around, quietly pacing back and forth, trying to get my head on straight.

okay.. theres someone in your room. you dont know who.. but you know that they could be dangerous. shit. okay.

i inched back down the hallway, not breathing. i slowly grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. my room was still. there was nobody there. yet my clothes were scattered all over the floor, my bookshelf was missing three of my favorites, my window was wide open, and there was dried mud on my floor. my jaw dropped in shock and i uttered out a small squeak. i stood there in disbelief as i walked into the room further and closed the door behind me. i flicked on my lights and dropped the knife on my bed. after i stuck my head out of my window and saw nobody, i quickly closed and latched my window, pushing my curtains closed. as my fingertips dragged over the windowsill, my nails caught on a notch in the wood. my brow furrowed as i looked closer and traced the lines. there were two letters engraved in my windowsill. initials.

P. H.

that son of a bitch patrick. terrorizing me at school was one terrible thing, but breaking into my house, my room, destroying my belongings, stealing my stuff and carving his fucking name into my windowsill. carving his name into my life. im fucking done dealing with this.

i threw on a sweater and my working boots, grabbed the kitchen knife again and stormed out of my house. i didn't bother to lock the door. i didn't care if id be back or not. i was going to kill this freak.

author note.

HI IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED BUT IM WORKING ON THE NEXT PART I PROMISE THERE WILL BE SOME ROMANCE BECAUSE IK YOU ASKED FOR THAT!! I LOVE YALL SM

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