#and for anyone else that wants to kiss tiny mike

[ghostoffuturespast]

@luvwich Technically, I'm supposed to be meeting Rogue. Grandpa took a detour purely for science...

If you ever wanted to do the thing, I'm just sayin'. Bug zapper.

[bullet-prooflove]

‘Are you wearing my shirt?’

For Mike franks, please

Tagging: @kmc1989 @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @clarasmoon @saturnsdevilz

Companion piece to:

Life Lessons (NSFW) - Mike and you don't play the games other couples do.

Count To Five (NSFW) - Mike comes home to a naked woman in his bed.

Pool House (NSFW) - You and Mike steal a moment alone at the LA Law Enforcement Conference.

You’re wearing his shirt, it’s the first thing Mike notices when he rocks up at your crime scene in his NIS windbreaker, with the rest of his team. He has to admit it looks good on you. That shade of pale blue and the way it hugs the contours of your upper body…

He’s already getting stiffy imaging you fucking him in it.

“I think you have something that belongs to me.” He says, sidling up alongside you as stand onto of the embankment, surveying the scene with an A4 sketch book in in your hand.

“That’s because someone left cum stains on mine so I couldn’t wear it to work this morning.” You remind him, sketching out the terrain in front of you. His team usually take a few shots of the landscape but you like to map it out, it helps give you context to the photographs.

His mind flicks back to the first part of last night, his dick in his hand as he jerked off on your face, the end of his cock wet from your mouth. It had been a week since you were last together and he hadn’t anticipated the volume when he came.

“I need to work on my aim.” He concedes crossing his arms over his chest as he leans in close under the pretence of admiring your pencil work.

You still smell like him, the scent of his aftershave, of his body. He has a vague memory of your pager going off at fuck knows what time this morning, your lips brushing over his temple before you’d disappeared. He’d fallen back asleep almost immediately because you’d worn him out the night before.

“Yes you do.” You remark, the edges of your mouth trying not to tip up into a smile.

His hand slips under your black blazer, his palm coming to rest upon your lower back, thumb chasing over the phases of the lunar cycle tattoo that resides there. He’s kissed every single one of those tiny inked moons, he could find them in his sleep.

“You know I was thinking maybe it’s time you started leaving a few things at my place. Blouses, panties, lady things…”

“Lady things?” You repeat stifling a laugh by clearing your throat. “Are we talking tampons or hair brushes? Because one implies a more serious type of relationship than the other.”

Mike looks at you quizzically, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

“Tampons imply you want me around even when we’re not having sex.” You tell him and his forehead creases as he takes in this new information.

“Then both.” He tells you, shrugging his shoulders. “So long as it all fits in the drawer I clean out unless…” he pauses for a moment because this, being with someone again, getting serious it’s new territory for him. “I mean is it something you want… with me?”

It’s the uncertainty in his voice that kills you. To anyone else Mike Franks is a cocky son of a bitch and he can afford to be because he’s kinda the rockstar of NIS. When he’s with you, he’s just a man, one that’s starting to heal again after a really traumatic fucking ending to this last relationship.

“I do want that.” You assure him, tilting your head up to meet his gaze so he can see the sincerity in your eyes. “I want that very much.”

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[luveline]

for shy fri!! what about jonathan x shy!reader who are constantly in their own little world? similar to this remus one you did!!

thank you my love! i hope this is close to what you wanted <3 shy!fem!reader x lovesick!jonathan

Jonathan isn't sure if you know how much he wants you. Talking as your boyfriend, you're together, and he still wants you. To hold your hand, or your wrist, your forearm in his hand, your forearm pulled close to his chest. To slide the first two fingers on his left hand behind your ear and tilt your head so he can see all your eyelashes. To pull your thigh over his and feel the weight of it through the whole movie. He wants every tiny piece of you there is up for offer, and he'd feel selfish if he weren't so sick in love. 

"Do you want some?" you whisper, offering your box of Milk Duds to him expectantly. 

He takes a handful just to watch your face as you shake them out. 

"More?" you ask. 

"That's fine," he whispers back, "thanks." 

He wants, desperately, to add 'honey'. Honey, baby, angel, all those too sweet pet names that'll make you hide your mouth, hand pressed delicately over your lips, smile evident in your eyes if nothing else. 

"Welcome." 

There should be a word for it, the want to press his chest to yours, to overlap. If he had his way, his friends would fade into the background, they already have, and he'd snake his arm behind your head, hook your neck in the crook of his arm and encourage your face to his neck. He'd dot more kisses than anyone ever has into your crown. 

"Are you okay?" you whisper, quiet than before. You've shifted on the couch to get right next to his ear, each word tickling his inner ear with the accompanying breath. 

He turns his face slowly so as not to startle you. TV light catches your cheek and brow, illuminating you in a bright, translucent blue. If you weren't the shyest girl he'd ever met he'd kiss you right here, friends forgotten, but you'd genuinely be uncomfortable and he doesn't ever want that. 

How to lure you away? 

He leans in like he might kiss you, lips a hair's width from your cheek. "Drink?" 

"Yeah, please." 

You misunderstand. Jonathan stands with your confirmation and catches hold of your wrist at the same time, tugging at you gently. You rise up and follow him out to the kitchen, and really there's nothing subtle to it, nothing at all.

"They're fucking disgusting," Mike says. 

Will reaches into his lap for some popcorn and hums, not disagreeing. "It could be worse." 

"Could it?" Lucas' face appears between them, leaning down from his seat on the armchair. "Will, your brother needs help, psychologically."

"He's fine." 

"He's watching the movie via lights on her face," Max adds, backing Lucas up with a scrunched up nose. She doesn't care if you and Jonathan are being sweet on each other, she cares about being right, and Lucas is correct. "It's obsessive." 

"You guys'll understand when you're older," Steve pipes up, flopping into the gap you've left behind. Robin rolls her eyes at him. "Nah, you won't. They're weird." 

"They're in love," Will says, laughing like this is the stupidest conversation anyone has ever had. 

Dustin isn't one to stay quiet any longer. He wishes he could back Will up. He can't. "Listen, I have a girlfriend, and that's not right." 

"You have a girlfriend?" Max asks, voice layered in a cheerfulness she absolutely is not feeling. She's too good at pretending — her tone is nothing less than convincing. 

In the kitchen, your skin burns with heat. The door is nowhere near thick enough to cover the sounds of their bickering. It grows louder and louder, the kids debating your love life with a voracious passion.  

"Let's not beat around the bush," you hear Steve say, "they're definitely canoodling in there." 

"Why are we friends with him?" Jonathan asks, similarly embarrassed but trying not to show it. 

"Because he's nice. And he has Robin as an add-on. It's like a two for one." 

"Two for one on idiots," he mumbles, offering you a freshly filled glass. Robin's laughter sounds from the living room, high-pitched and breathless. 

You smile despite yourself.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan says after a small pause. "This isn't what I was trying to do." 

You put your glass on the counter and smile at him. It's not the brilliant smile you usually give when you're alone. Jonathan's amazed to find that, even as a couple, you have a little warm up period every time you see him, adorable, a tinsy bit disconcerting. You can be very cautious.

"What were you trying to do, Jon?" you ask earnestly. 

He puts down his glass too. He smiles, breath caught, hands tentative and then not. "This," he says, hands vying for your cheeks. He cups your warm face in his for a stolen moment, thumbs rubbing at the skin shy of your nose, and then one hand slides to the nape of your neck, and the other goes over your shoulders. He pulls you in for a hug, as he has tens of times, but finds himself worrying when your arms don't come up automatically to meet him. 

He hugs you a little bit harder. 

"Oh," you say, arms circling his waist, half as tight and twice as affectionate, hand rubbing at the bumps of his spine. 

Shy, yes, but skimpy with affection? Never. You hold him like he's made of something infinitely precious, soft and sweet and silent, your breath warming a crescent moon against his shoulder. 

"You sure you're okay?" you ask quietly, face turning so you can kiss the slip of chest peeking out from under his shirt's neckline. 

"I'm fine. I'm good, really. I know you don't like this stuff in front of everyone, so…" 

Your face slips down to his chest. "You could hug me a little in front of them. Better that then have them," — you pause, and the quiet is filled by the sounds of your friends' continued arguing — "doing whatever it is they're doing." 

"Right now, I think they're debating when you're gonna break up with me." 

"Never," you say. It's so fast, your answer. Instant. You cough to cover up your embarrassment and Jonathan has to hide his smile in the skin above your ear. 

"Hey, you should be glad," Steve says, too smug, something awful in the way the room quietens to broadcast him. "Better they're too weird to cuddle in front of us than teen pregnancy." 

Jonathan sighs, knowing you won't want to hug him any longer after that. Sure enough, you break apart from his hold and take a too fast swig of water, frantic. "Let's go back in," you say. 

You leave and he hasn't even picked up his cup. Jonathan presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and takes a 'Don't pick a fight with Steve' breath, frustration and agitation and an inkling of adoration for you all mixed up in his head. 

"Where's Jonathan?" he hears Will ask you.

"Practising on his hand?" Steve asks. 

Jonathan takes another deep breath. 

[agent-barnes40]

Paying Bills

FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS

Mike Schmidt X Reader

Mike doesn't like you wanting to help pay his bills and you hear more about Freddy’s from a work friend and that raises a lot of questions

I have no clue how to categorize this so its just staying blank but expect a tiny bit of angst

Mike watched as you put on your Sparky's uniform, tying the apron around your waist. "You don't have to take more shifts for us, you know that right?" You adjusted your hair before turning to face him. "I know Mikey. I know. It's just.. this is my home too, I should help pay for the house, for the groceries." You pressed a kiss to his head before heading towards the front door. "Hey Abbs! Do you want anything from Sparky's?" "Can I get a chocolate shake?" Her voice sounded from her room and you looked toward Mike. He shook his head. "Sorry Abbs, next time! Anything else you want?"

“Do you guys still have the spaghetti?” She yelled from the door of her room and you chuckled softly. “I’ll see if we have some at the end of the night! If not, I’ll pick you up some pizza!”

You opened the door and laughed, seeing Ness sitting in his car, waiting for you. “Don’t worry about driving me, Mikey. Ness is here to drive me, guess he had something to do on this side of town.”

You gently closed the door and headed to Ness' car, opening the door and smiling at the man as you slid into the seat. Ness waved to Mike who was watching from the window before checking to make sure you were seat belted before taking off.

"Did you hear about that job councilor that went missing? His car was found outside Freddy's." Ness said as he drove and you sighed, looking at him. Your eyes narrowing at him. "Why are you bringing this up?" "Well, your boyfriend's last job was there, wasn't it a little suspicious that he and his kid got out of there safe?"

"Ness, Abby isn't his kid and if Mike knew anything that happened to that guy, he would've said something."

"Come on! You gotta be wondering what happened to that officer too! Mike was the one that brought her in!" Ness turned to look at you and you were staring him down, your hands clenched.

"Officer Shelly was hurt in a freak accident and Mike happened to be there. He would never ever hurt anyone, especially people who helped him." Your voice was tense and as soon as the car stopped in Sparky's parking lot, you ripped the seat belt off of you and quickly got out. "If you ever talk about Michael like that again, I assure you that you will have worse things to think about, Ness."

"Okay, if not Mike, then how about Abby? She's questionable too! They had a dead body in their living room!" Ness said, getting out as well, and you snapped. "You talk about that little girl again, Ness, I'll fucking key your car. Keep my family's names out of that mouth."

You stormed off toward the back entrance and had to sit next to the wall, trying to calm yourself. You didn't mean to get so defensive about Freddy's or about Mike and Abby, you just knew how hard it was to think about that night and just what that "job councilor" did to Mike and Abby.

Later that day, you ended up walking home, shoes in one hand and a chocolate pie in the other. You decided that chocolate always makes things better and you needed to give Mike a break from constantly driving you around and wasting gas. You showed up at the Schmidt house and gently opened the door, being quiet as you slid the pie onto the table.

You didn't have time to stop the smile on your face when you saw Mike and Abby curled up on the couch, asleep. You resisted the urge to just stand there and watch them, you turned to put the pie in the fridge, to save it for tomorrow and you sat and took off the apron while you just stared at them. You knew if Ness was already talking about Freddy's others were going to as well and you needed to prepare Mike for that.

You headed for the bathroom, stopping by Mike's room to grab your clothes and you got changed in the bathroom. You had dozens of thoughts in your head, mostly were about random customers throughout the day and some were about those same customers calling you a liar for hiding what truly happened to Vanessa and her father.

A soft knock sounded as you slid your shirt on and gently opened the door to see Mike and a very sleepy Abby on his shoulder. "Is everything okay?"

You smiled and pressed a kiss to Abby's head before making eye contact with Mike. "Yeah, everything's great! Sparky's was busy today, I think I got coffee in my shoes."

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Sixteen.

Big thanks to everyone for your engagement on this, still! :) 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen

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Words - 2,790

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Dare I even believe my eyes and ears?” Keri put to David, being handed rinsed plates and cutlery she loaded into the dishwasher.  

Shaking the excess water from a large dish, his mouth upturned. “I say it’s safe to call it. I think mommy likes him.” Placing the dish into her outstretched hands, he chuckled. “I mean, god, I didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone else as obsessive over Breaking Bad as your mom is, but apparently it’s very much a common ground.”  

As soon as Angell had mentioned it over dinner, Meryl’s eyes had lit up, the two of them mostly dominating the conversation, discussing the layers of the plot, the characters, how they both considered the only redeemable characters to be either Mike or Jessie, and Angel’s theory that Walt began mimicking certain traits of the characters he killed, thus showing him as a true sociopath.  

What he didn’t reveal was that until someone had called him one, he’d had no idea what a sociopath was, checking with Google, finding that the pissed off woman he’d been having sex with very briefly was incorrect in her assertion. The term fitted Walter White wonderfully, though, he’d thought.

Meryl had listened to him with fascination, suddenly experiencing a pang of guilt that she’d assumed him to be a dead beat who hauled scrap metal around, day in, day out. She knew she could sometimes be a little judgemental, and very overprotective when it came to her only child, so thus worked hard in making an effort, even though she found that through Angel’s charming nature and ability to engage well with conversation, she truly didn’t have to.  

Her mind wasn’t one hundred percent made up, but so far, she found him to be quite likable. As for David...

“Well, little. I gotta say, I think he’s great. I like him, he's a straight up guy and seems really genuine, too. And let me tell you, you’re the apple of his goddamned eye.”

She bit her lip, looking away. “Hmm.”

“Hmm? Psht. Hmm, nothing. You’re onto something good, mark my words.” For once, she actually dared believe that she was. There he was, prepared to do the whole meet the parent's thing on only the second occasion he’d actually spent physical time with her, flying over seven hundred miles to do that, and fine with being ordered to the spare room. And he’d witnessed her various states of calamity.  

Yes. Things were looking promising, she had to admit.  

“So, I think you have the parent's approval, I haven't heard my mom laugh like that in years! She’s fun once the icy exterior thaws a little,” Keri told him much later in the night before they went to sleep, hugging him in the doorway to the spare room.

“Yeah, I think she’s great. Kinda freaks me out a little that she's only eight years older than me! And David is fuckin’ awesome, really good guy. He’s just like how I pictured him to be from what you told me.”  

His words made her beam brightly, reaching to kiss him. “Well, until the morning, you gorgeous man.”  

“Goodnight, tiny. Try not to miss me too much.”

She kissed him again, stroking his chest through his shirt. “I’ll try, but if I do, I can’t say that my hands might not wander while I imagine you there.” Licking her top lip, she winked, turning to enter her room, leaving Angel both frustrated and...  

“Get the fuck back down,” he spoke, looking to where his cock was beginning to swell in his jeans, closing the door. “We ain’t getting shit tonight.”  

The following morning, Keri was up before him, heading downstairs to find David pulling on his jacket.

“I'm just going out to pick up a paper and get some gas, do you want anything from the store?”

Stretching, she shook her head while yawning. “No thanks, I'll have a read of your paper when you're done with it, though.”  

“Okay I'll be back in about twenty minutes.” Opening the front door, she noticed that her mother’s car was absent, wondering why, at 9am on a Saturday, her mom wasn’t still in bed. Meryl loved a weekly lie in. David noticed her inquiring expression. “Ruth called her into work. Apparently, Agnes got her days off mixed up, so she’s had to go and cover for her.”  

“Wow,” she began, her eyes rounding. “I bet she was pleased.”

He laughed softly through his nose, remembering her fury, until Ruth had revealed the sweetener. “Actually, she was. She’s getting paid double time. Anyway, I’ll see you shortly.”  

Twenty minutes of a house to herself. Hearing the shower being turned on upstairs, armed with the knowledge that there were no parents currently under the same roof to catch her doing it, she decided that it was the perfect time to get her own back on the man currently standing under the jet of hot water.

Since the lock was broken on the bathroom door, she tapped it softly and called out 'only me' from the other side after removing her pyjamas, casting them to the floor as soon as she entered the white brick bathroom. Angel turned around in the shower cubicle, his eyes virtually popping right out of his head at the sight of a naked Keri walking towards him.

She could barely conceal the satisfaction at such a reaction, Angel gaping as she stepped in with him. “Move over buddy, there's room for a small person too.” He was rendered mute. “Oh, and good morning.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she stood there beneath the water, her bare skin not quite making contact with his, the large corner shower spacious enough for them both to stand comfortably in there. “Can you speak at all?”

Seeing her naked in the flesh for the first time had truly caught him off guard, the last thing he expected to be seeing that morning, but fuck, he was appreciative. Her body was incredible. Even more so than their dreams had alluded to.

Finally, after watching the water running down over her breasts, he found his voice. “Not that having a beautiful, naked woman in the shower with me is something I’d ever turn down, but if your mom or David come in now, we're dead.”

“Mom got called into work, and David went out to the store. He’ll be gone for twenty minutes. Besides, I’m doing nothing naughty. Merely taking a shower,” she stated sweetly, reaching around him to take her shampoo from the shelf.  

Damn her. “So, you're gonna stand there in front of me and expect me to keep my hands to myself, huh?' he said, his eyes travelling across her body, feeling a certain part of his begin to react to the sight he was presented with.  

Rinsing the suds from her hair, she once again reached past him, grabbing her conditioner and applying, placing the bottle back, her lips meeting his chest. “Yes, I do expect that. Maybe, though, I don’t have to.”  

She finally let her gaze fall, looking down, her smile broadening when she saw his cock standing erect, biting her lower lip as she grasped it with a gentle squeeze. “God, that’s so thick. See when we dreamed, it was always a little hazy, the exact size of your cock. I could never truly gauge what I was working with, but now, wow. The reality is a very nice, big surprise, I have to say.”

Her hand, a little slippery from the conditioner she’d just applied to her hair, ran up his shaft, her thumb stroking swirls over the very tip, pushing him back against the glass cubicle. He reached for her, Keri stepping back a little, her eyes warning him. Knocking his hand away, she closed the gap once more, her lips soft as his neck, a faint whine of a moan fluttering from her mouth. “Does that feel good?”  

Her whisper had him shuddering more than the deft ministration of her hand, slowly pumping at his shaft, kissing the column of his throat once more, a deep rumble vibrating against her lips, her tongue swiping where his beard met his neck, that black grit coarse against the soft lick. “Yeah, feels really good.”  

He twitched within the warm, slippery clutch of her grasp, his groans thickening as rapidly as his cock, her own furnace beginning to burn brightly. “You want me badly, don’t you? I bet you’d love nothing more than to bend me over right here, and bury this beautiful, big cock right up inside of me, wouldn’t you?”  

“Mm.” That soft grunt was all he could manage, their mouths meeting in a kiss of fiery honey, sweet heat burning between them as she quickened her hand, her other bracketing his throat and pushing him back when he tried to assert himself over her. It was an action he hadn’t expected from one quite so diminutive, her strength taking him by surprise.  

“Oh no, Angel Reyes. There’ll be none of that.” Her purr set the hairs at the back of his neck to stand on end, his chest beginning to rise and fall quicker, wanting nothing more than to grasp her waist, lift her up and drop her straight down onto his aching cock. “In fact, there’ll be no more of anything. I think I’m done here.”  

Releasing him, her mouth tilted into a smirk as she rinsed her hair, soaping herself down quickly before puckering her lips and leaving him there smouldering. His eyes narrowed at her as she swathed herself in towels, chuckling with amusement at his anguish. “I hope you enjoyed your preview.”

“You’re gonna pay for that, mamas.”

She pouted, licking her top lip. “To use your words, bring it.” Leaving the bathroom, the atmosphere definitely steamier than when she’d arrived, Keri went back to her bedroom, her eyes glancing in the direction of her nightstand drawer. God, she’d kill to take the edge off with her vibrator, but time wasn’t really on her side.  

After applying a liberal smothering of lotion to her skin, she dressed in her black skinny jeans and her lovely, soft, pale grey sweater that perpetually hung off one shoulder, revealing the dark leopard print undies she had on beneath. Finger combing her hair with some styling cream, she gave it a blast with her hairdryer, her tresses falling into their natural waves, Keri pinning it back to apply a little makeup, laughing as she heard Angel mutter about her being a demoness as he exited the bathroom and walked past her door.  

She was affixing her small, diamante stud earrings in when he arrived in her room, folding his arms, still glaring. “I hate you.”

Chuckling, she stood up, moving to kiss him. “Next time I have my hand around it, believe me, I won’t stop.”  

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that, rather than having to finish solo.” Just the thought of him relieving himself of what she’d stirred sent a pleasant quiver through her, kissing him hotly before they went downstairs, finding David in the kitchen, cooking up one of his mammoth sized breakfasts. Once they’d eaten, David heading over to their neighbour Steve’s place to continue helping him work on his classic truck rebuild project, Keri sat at the island reading the paper while Angel stood at the window, looking out into the garden as he drank his coffee.  

Five minutes passed before he got his true first taste of the local wildlife.

“Holy fuck! There’s a huge assed bear in your garden, come check it out!”  

“Colour?” she asked, not looking up from the paper.

“Black.”

She looked up, her face curious with anticipation. “Brown snout, and a chunk taken out of his left ear?”

“Yeah, it has actually,” he replied, puzzled at the specificness of her question for a few moments.

Her face lit up, flying from her seat at speed. “He’s back!” She ran at the refrigerator, pulling out a plate of meat cuts, taking it to the back door. “And where have you been?” she demanded, turning back to Angel and signalling with her hand that he should stay where he was.  

“Keri, what the fuck are you doing? That's about four hundred pounds of wild bear coming towards you,” he hissed, his eyes wide.

“Relax, he’s my bear,” she began, the huge beast approaching, making noises of greeting in his throat. “My mom found him abandoned on the side of the highway after his mother had been hit by a truck. He was only a few days old, so she brought him back here to raise him herself. My granddad used to do wildlife rehabbing, so she knew what to do.  

“He lived in the house with us until he got too big and was able to go back to the wild, but he comes to visit once a week or so. He thinks we’re his family, and we are, I guess, especially since he used to sleep in mom’s bed with her when he was tiny, before she made his own space for him when he got too rambunctious. He only came out of hibernation last week, though, so I haven’t seen him for months.”

Angel couldn’t help but feel his panic rise as the bear ambled closer, taking in the sheer size of the beast, but his anxious heart melted instantly when he saw it reach Keri, who put the plate down and crouched to fling her arms around his neck, the bear pushing his face against hers. “Hey boy, hey! I missed you so much! I wasn’t home when you came by last week, no, I was out taking lots of pictures of things not nearly as beautiful as you, yes I was!”

He was speechless at the sight, watching the bear put his head down and begin eating the meat from the plate, Keri continuing her talk. “We shouldn’t really feed him as it encourages them scavenging, but he’s never raided the trash, same with the neighbours either. He’s a good boy, he has his manners. He used to come back quite a lot, but it’s less regular now he’s older.”

“How old is he?” Angel asked, viewing the bear with fascination.

“He’s fourteen, and his name is Rufus! I named him after a bear in a book I read as a child.”  

He laughed, thinking it a very cute and non-threatening name for a creature who could disembowel a person with one swipe of his claws.  

“Don’t look so worried! I used to ride him around the lounge when I was nine! He’s lovely, but not good with new people, so you’ll have to stay there or he might become agitated,” she advised, her nails scratching his thick fur, Rufus fluttering his ears as he licked the plate clean of the blood trails. “Your breath stinks, boy. Yes, it does. I love you, though.” she continued, Rufus sniffing her face and giving her nose a lick before he turned and ambled away.  

“Well I gotta say it, you've got probably the most unusual pet in the world, even if he is a wild animal, and he seems to think the world of you,” he told her, stepping outside and lighting up a cigarette.

Her cheeks dimpled from her sweet grin. “Most gorgeous, big animals do.”  

Once he’d finished his cigarette, they headed out, Keri able to take him where she’d wanted to the previous weekend, up to the dinosaur museum, stopping for dinner on the way home at a steakhouse David had recommended, and then going for drinks with Ash and Rachel on the evening.  

His time with Keri was over way too soon for Angel’s liking, hating to leave her at the airport when Sunday morning rolled around, especially since he wouldn't get to see her for two weeks, with club business penned in the following weekend, making plans for her to go to him next time. She was able to fly down on the Thursday afternoon and stay until Monday morning, figuring she could head straight to college from the airport for her afternoon lectures.  

As soon as he walked back into his house, he couldn’t wait until she’d be there in it, too. After unpacking his bag, though, he saw a tiny part of her already was. His hand hit something fuzzy as he pulled his tangle of clothes out, peering down and removing what turned out to be a small triceratops beanie baby she’d obviously bought secretly at the museum giftshop and snuck in there when he hadn’t been looking.  

“Keri Jane,” he hummed, looking at the little plush toy with a smile. “Too fucking cute by far.”  

[aemiron-main]

no because I feel so bad for younger henry, like. all of the shit he dealt with. and realizing tonight that the scene of victor holding henry’s seemingly dead body is the only scene we see of Henry’s parents displaying any kind of actual affection towards him. we see both of them comfort alice when she has a nightmare. but neither of them show comfort/affection towards henry. literally, victor was only able to comfort his son once he thought his son was dead. as soon as his son isn’t conscious to experience that love, he’s able to give it. he’s still stealing that love and affection away from henry, it’s really just salt in the wound, because it’s one thing to never give that affection that henry wants- it’s another thing to only be able to give it as SOON as henry isn’t there to receive/experience it. like imagine realizing that your father seemingly thought so little of you that displaying affection towards you was so shameful that he couldn’t bear the idea anyone else, including YOU being there to witness it. and sure, in reality, it’s less about henry’s lack of worth/not being worthy of love and more about victor’s own issues and inability to express affection in general (even though he DOES express a small bit of it to alice during her nightmare and he DOES comfort virginia after he vision), but being a kid, you don’t understand that you’re not the problem. you can’t fully comprehend and rationalize your parents’ behaviours and traumas. you feel responsible, you feel unworthy, you feel inferior and broken. you feel like the idea of loving you is so shameful and horrible that anyone committing such a heinous act must first be certain that there’s no witnesses to it, including yourself.

great now reread this and replace victor with ted and henry with mike because it’s the same dynamic. we never see ted display affection towards mike or comfort him. and if the henry-wheeler parallels continue, then that means that ted’s only going to be able to display affection towards mike as soon as mike’s- GUNSHOTS

like we DO see ted express affection towards holly, even in tiny ways, when he adjusts her sleeve on the Ferris wheel, for example. but we never see that between ted and mike. and how mike is often scapegoated in the family and made to feel like things are his fault when they AREN’T, and made to feel like HE’S the problem, like he’s worthless, like he’s broken. like loving HIM is such a heinous act that it has to be done without witnesses which is why karen only tries to approach him nicely one-on-one and never defends him at the dinner table and chastises him instead and even when she does try to comfort him one-on-one it’s still more about HER feelings.

mike, who kept closing the door in spite of hopper’s 3 inch rule, because not only does he have his own shame to deal with, the shame that comes every time he kisses El and that part of him rears up and reminds him of how he doesn’t like girls, reminds him of how he’s supposed to feel about kissing her and how he doesn’t feel that that, but he also figures El must have her own shame too, the shame of being around him, the shame that comes innately with his existence and presence, the shame and embarrassment that caused her to stop his singing- she must not want any witnesses for the act of loving mike wheeler either, and honestly, he can’t blame her. that must be why she doesn’t protest when he shuts the door in spite of hopper’s rule, right? even though mike knows she doesn’t like having doors all the way shut, hopper’s rules aside. the act of loving/caring about/being around mike wheeler must be something so shameful and awful that El would be able to overcome her fear simply so that there isn’t any witnesses to such an act.

[winderlylandchime]

‘Brian for fucking hell, you are making things for me very difficult! You love him, we both know it! And I’m gonna need you to do me a solid and fucking admit it because i am so tired and i am only one tiny man against an entire tv sho-well he doesnt have ME fooled Debbie, but continue maybe you can do someth- (his mouth is now wide opened, he isn’t even blinking and he keeps moving closer and closer to the edge of the couch) *he proceeds to JUMP in the air with his hands up* WHAT THE FUC- OH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK ME SIDEWAYS AND CALL IT PARKOUR HE DIDNT DENY IT! HE DIDNT DENY IT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! *still standing and bouncing on his feet* HE LOVES HIM AND SHE KNOWS AND HE KNOWS AND I KNOW! WE ALL KNO- now why the fuck did you have to bring michael into this? You know what? I will not let this ruin my vibe *gets really quiet and looks at me* this did happen right? Bc i am on so many pills right now and if i hallucinated this, i am gonna be furious!’ Out of nowhere he pauses it and looks at me and goes ‘okay so I thought of it and 50 or not, id be down for one night’ and then just went back to watching. I am now wondering how many thoughts does he have at once. ‘Oh Brian is jealous! Is he gonna tell him? I feel like no bc that would be too simple for Brian and clearly he isn’t about to let me have any peace. Oh HE WANTS HIM TO STAY! AND WHEN I COME HOME..COMING HOME TO YOU! *once again he jumped off the couch with his hands in the air* HE SAID TO YOU! With his full chest! oooohhh Justin has rules! And Brian is actually listening AND negotiating? My dudes, we are ready for lift off to relationship city! THEY DONT KISS ANYONE ELSE? fuck yeah! I fuck with this.’ ‘I could go without watching Mike fuck…no offense but I don’t like you, my guy. OH FUCK HE HAS HIV? Okay, but that’s not bad! I like that. Oh shit, wait i forgot this was in 2002..oh shit that’s a bit more scary than now. Oh well, i need to lay down now bc i am in pain. Both physically and mentally’

He is now outside smoking while talking to the neighbor through the fence about how ‘no you have no clue, I actually care about them. I mean of course I do, i am an ally (i dont even need to see him to know that he made the fist) but i care about them as if they are my friends! Oh btw look at his cloud that looked like a dick that i saw earlier’ so there we have it folks. 2/2 of 2x06

HE IS AN ALLY (MAKES A FIST). He would take one night with Gale? Get in line brother. (Does he know Gale is straight?) (I mean he's willing to experiment for Gale so maybe Gale would be willing to experiment for him.)

His excitement at the admission scene and the rules scene is so pure. I love it.

His sweetness around Ben and remembering that HIV was very different 20 years ago is ... HE IS AN ALLY.

I love you and I love your brother. Thank you for this joyful beginning to my weekend!

[justzoni]

Life Updates

With the U-KISS Comeback, I've had a few PMs here and on Facebook asking if I, too, will be making a comeback.

The short answer is no, I have no plans to resume writing fan fiction. That's not to say I never will, but it's not in the books right now.

For a longer answer, I'll go ahead and give you guys a life update. Under a cut, of course, to save everyone's sanity.

Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you that I am an incredibly laid back, happy person. I go with the flow, don't get irritated or upset, and have an easy time handling problems when they arise.

That being said, there is one thing that pisses me off like nothing else: people who try to tell me what I am or am not capable of doing. And yes, when people do that, I can also hold a grudge.

Five years ago, my ex walked out on me twelve days after I had major abdominal surgery, when I couldn't even lift a gallon of milk or take care of myself properly. Before she did, she made a few statements that really got to me. She said that autistics can only have jobs, not careers. I was told that I should be grateful that I could find retail work that paid $15 an hour, because that was all I was worth since I didn't have a college degree. And I was also told that I should count my self very lucky that I had someone to "help out" financially.

To add to this, my doctors had told me that I would never run a mile, couldn't lift weights, and would never be able to leave the house without having an inhaler in my purse or pocket because to do so would be risking death.

When I say that I hold a grudge, I think what I really mean is that when people tell me shit like that, I tend to do everything I can to prove them dead wrong.

So, over the last five years, I have built a strong and successful career. I have become a recognized expert in my field, with a great reputation. I went from making $15 an hour to making well into the six figures. I traded in my tiny rented room in New York for a big, beautiful house in an upscale neighborhood in Nashville. The junker I was driving that would occasionally die at the worst times was sold off and replaced with a new SUV with all the bells and whistles.

And to top it all off, I got myself to a point where I was running five miles every morning and didn't have a second thought about my asthma.

I fixed everything but my severe trust issues.

Two years ago, I met a guy named Mike. We had a lot in common: he works in tech, loves dogs, loves movies, and is a craft beer enthusiast. Great. But I wasn't sure I wanted a relationship at all, as I had been determinedly single and had worked hard to keep myself from getting too close to anyone.

Four months after I met Mike, I got some bad news. My doctor informed me that I needed knee surgery. The surgery was explained to me as a very simple procedure that would take an hour. I'd be able to use crutches for the first three or four days, then I'd be back to full function within two weeks. No big deal.

When I went in for the surgery, I expected Mike to help me back home and help me out the next day, as he had offered. But nothing beyond that.

And then the surgery went very wrong. The procedure that was supposed to take an hour wound up taking half a day. Instead of the minor repair I was told about, the surgeon wound up basically having to rebuild my knee. He described it as the worst damage he had ever seen that wasn't from a single, traumatic incident like machinery accidents.

The recovery I was looking at was this: fourteen weeks before I could put any weight on my left leg whatsoever, six more weeks with severe restrictions and crutches, and very extensive recovery time. My knee still isn't back to full function.

With that kind of a medical situation, I expected Mike to take me home, help me get set up, then maybe call one of my friends to come help me out. After all, he'd only been dating me for about four months, and that was not at all what he had signed up for.

When they released me from the hospital, Mike drove me home and got me settled. He then left... and drove to his house, packed up a large suitcase, grabbed his dog, and moved into my house for the duration of my recovery.

If you'd like to know how to earn someone's trust, that'll do it.

In a little over three weeks, Mike and I are flying to Charleston, where we will be exchanging vows in a public park while surrounded by family. We have a very good life, and right now it is very full with work, wedding stuff, trying to get back into running, and talk of starting a family soon.

I do still occasionally write, but it's almost entirely original fiction. When I do get hit with a wave of nostalgia, I go through and poke at old fan fiction to make some edits and wonder why I stopped writing. But I no longer feel the pleasure and enjoyment that I used to while writing.

I'll leave this for now. Maybe someday I'll be back. Maybe I won't.

In the meantime, if anyone needs to get a hold of me, just shoot me a note. Cheers.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Parties (2) Masterlist

part one

7 Minutes In Heaven (ao3) - xdistorted_cliffordx luke/ashton T, 54k

Summary: "Who wants to play?"

Ashton is a very dedicated party-goer, being at one each weekend. It's literally his life, he thinks. Though, when he's invited to one particular party, they decide to change it up a bit and play party games after a few hours and everyone is well buzzed. Ashton's never been big into party games, but he figures why not? They're rated R games, so they're bound to be fun.

Luke hates parties. He hates spending his free time socializing, period. He would rather spend a Saturday night on the couch, watching Criminal Minds and stuffing his face with pizza. But one night, his friend forces him to go to a party. Obviously, he hates it, especially when the party games come out. He's forced to play them and he doesn't really like anyone he's going to have to play against. Luke just wants to go home before all this supposed 'fun' starts.

Little do both boys know, that one certain game is going to bring them both together and may even change Luke's usual routine of not partying or Ashton's obsession with partying.

7 Minutes (More Like Hours) In Heaven (ao3) - drummer_boy luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: “It’s just a prank. They’ll open the door soon enough.” Luke was about to run out of patience. He’s waited 2 hours already, and he wasn’t sure if he could endure any longer in the dark, small closet, let alone with somebody else crammed in there.

They didn’t open the door. Not until the next morning, when 7 minutes had become 7 hours in heaven.

Or, Luke falls in love with a boy he can’t even see.

Always By Your Side (ao3) - adamafterdark michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 805

Summary: Michael didn't like the idea of someone choosing his soulmate.

Or

Soulmate AU where soulmates have each others initials tattooed on their body and turn red when they're nearby. Only to settle into a light pink after you've met them.

and this is how it starts (ao3) - lucasfletcher luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: He’s in the middle of another crisis, again the stolen identity one and wondering if they’d find him if he went to hide behind the drapes, when a voice distracts him from his thoughts. “And what do we have here?”

Immediately, he panics, because he forgot what was on his plate the moment he took it from the tiny woman, that was his boss, well, Lucas’s boss, for the evening. “Oh… um, I… it’s salmon rolls with um…” There we go to the part when Luke realizes who’s he actually talking to. He forgets to close his mouth in the middle of a sentence, gaping like some idiotic man-fish with brain aneurysm.

or, Ashton is a multimillionaire throwing a yacht party for the rich and famous and Luke's the accidental waiter

baby, I just wanna be yours (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Michael hosts a party with possibly the worst plan ever to get his best friend to date him.

I turned my good side in (ao3) - CliffordAffliction calum/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Calum's dreams come true when Ashton fucks him at a party

i want your midnights (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Luke maintains that truth or dare is a dumb game. Michael says he’s just a buzzkill, which might be true, but it doesn’t mean Luke is wrong. Truth or dare is dumb.

This is, unfortunately, the unpopular opinion of the people at this New Year’s party, so here they are anyway, in a circle on the floor, playing it.

Kisses For Everyone (ao3) - The_Lady ot4 T, 1k

Summary: That blonde boy keeps kissing a bunch of different guys. Hallie's getting a little worried for his boyfriend.

or ot4 from the pov of a girl who does not know they're a polycule.

Lightweight - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 5k

Summary: Rule #1 of a night out; you don’t turn your back on drunk Luke Hemmings. You don’t do it.

Ashton swears he only turned his back for a second.

Magic Mike (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/everyone E, 3k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is turning 21 and wanted a grand party. To his surprise, his idea of 'Grand Party' does not coincide with what his friends think a 'Grand Party' means. His night may turn out to be better than he had imagine.

Maybe I’ve Just Had Too Much (To Drink, To Smoke, To Swallow) (ao3) - thecoloursinthegravel luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke searched Ashton’s eyes, not knowing what he was looking for. He held his stare steady and asked, “Why were you drinking alone?”

Oil and Water (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 25k

Summary: Calum’s heart sinks a little bit, and he's not entirely sure why. Maybe it's because he's allowed himself to fall victim to Michael's seduction yet again, or maybe it's because he's disappointed in himself for being so willing to try something that could so easily be dangerous. Or maybe, the most likely of all, it's because he can hear Mali's voice in his head telling him how stupid he's been to have found himself—quite literally—backed against the wall like this, with a boy he barely knows whispering dirty promises into his ear when he doesn't even know the first thing about real relationships.

Or, Calum spends a night with the boy that smells like smoke, and as it always is with bad addictions, he keeps getting sucked right back in.

under the mistletoe - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke, calum/ashton, sierra/crystal T, 4k

Summary: Michael needs a date to his work's Christmas party. Luke offers to be his fake date. Michael should be thrilled about this, but Michael's had a crush on Luke ever since they met each other. Now he has to fake date Luke for a party when his feelings aren't fake at all.

when are you gonna drink for me? (ao3) - mukelftv luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: luke doesn't want to be at this party.

Wings aren't what you need, you need me (ao3) - katiejo luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Maybe it was just the alcohol, but Ashton thought he fell a little in love that night.

[echoes-of-mia]

Jukebox January

Day 14-17: songs that start with the letters N, O, P, Q

Nothing Else Matters by Metallica - one of my first ever favourite songs, feel free to picture 9-year-old me exclusively listening to metallica, i wish i was her

Novi Val by Joker Out - okay in my heart ngvot is here to, but novi val was THE songs that made me want to learn slovene, it just hits different

November Rain by Guns N' Roses - another childhood song that i still love, i used to listen to this on my tiny ipod with songs from my parents

No Roads Left by Linkin Park - so glad this was finally officially released, sometimes i feel the lyrics a bit too much

Naiven Ples by Siddharta

Never Know by Bad Omens

Never Let Me Down Again by Depeche Mode

Noir by MNQN

Nowhere Else by Noah Khorey

Never Satisfied by CORPSE

Osem Korakov by LPS

Ona by Joker Out - the brass version in stozice *chef's kiss*

Overcome by Nothing But Thieves

Over The Hills And Far Away by Gary Moore

Obsessions by MARINA

Otherworldly by Starset - started crying the first time i heard this bc it's so beautiful

One Day The Only Butterflies Left... (feat. Amy Lee) by Bring Me The Horizon - omg. this song. just ethereal, the way oli screams "love isn't in the air" at the end gives me chills every time and amy's and oli's voices work so well together. honorable mention for "oh no" btw

Oblivion by Royal Blood

Oh, Death by SUGR?

Over Again by Mike Shinoda - hurts so much, but sometimes that's what's healing about it

One Day by Hans Zimmer

Padam by Joker Out - all the feels, the little touch of the lyrics changing from "will anyone catch me" to "will anyone hug me" kills me every time

Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones

People Are People by Depeche Mode

People Watching by Conan Gray - as an aspec person this hits very hard

Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko

Perfect Machine by Starset

Perfume by Lovejoy

Parasite Eve by Bring Me The Horizon - i NEED to hear this live

Prove You Wrong by Mike Shinoda - starts with "welcome to the breakdown" and sometimes that's comforting, makes you feel less alone

Papercut by Linkin Park - i wish i could've heard this live; honourable mention for primo, an unreleased demo that is just so beautiful

Play Some Rock by Liquido - so much childhood, i used to dance in the living room to this when i was 8 :')

Pride (In The Name Of Love) by U2

Poison by Alice Cooper

Qwerty by Linkin Park - i wish they had officially released this, although there is finally a live version on spotify now (edit: there isn't. wishful thinking i guess?). the way chester could switch between clean vocals and screaming is insane

[briamichellewrites]

44

Bria and Mike were finally married. They had a ceremony together with his brother and parents at the courthouse. A judge conducted the ceremony. She was dressed in a white dress while he wore a black suit. They filed the paperwork to the court with their wedding license. She changed her legal last name to Shinoda. Bria Michelle Shinoda. If circumstances had been different, then they would have invited their friends and family.

They knew everyone would understand why they didn’t. They didn’t know how much longer she had. She wouldn’t have been able to handle a big wedding ceremony, anyway. They both had rings, which they exchanged while saying their vows. They both vowed to never give up on each other and to love each other until death.

After being declared husband and wife, they kissed. Congratulations! She needed help signing the wedding license. After the ceremony, they went back to their house to celebrate. Happiness didn’t even begin to describe how they all felt! Her whole body was lit up. He knew that he had married the right woman. Before the wedding, they talked about what she wanted when she died. One of the things she wanted the most was for him to be happy.

She wanted him to find a girlfriend or boyfriend when he was ready to start dating again. That would be extremely difficult because he would feel guilty. She told him not to feel guilty. Thank you.

“Even if you marry Phoenix or Chester.”

He laughed. “I don’t know if that will happen.”

“Please take care of the cats for me. I don’t want them going back to the shelter. Especially since Garfield and Tiny are getting older.”

“I promise to take care of them. What about the Hiltons? Do you want them at your funeral?”

“No, they might make it about them. You can invite everyone else. Linda, the Backstreet Boys, and their families; and of course, Linkin Park. Kristin, too. Watch over Chester for me.”

He nodded. “We will all do that.”

That was all she could think of at the moment. He thought those were very good things. The cats would never be forgotten. He would take care of them until they died from old age. Grief would be hard, especially as a husband. Until death. That was the vow they both made. Her health was slowly declining. She was losing her muscles. But not her mind or sense of humor.

He thought back to their first Christmas after the accident. They spent it with his extended family. She had a great time meeting everyone and talking to them. It was one of the highlights for her because she didn’t have to worry about her health. They didn’t treat her any differently from everyone else. They didn’t talk to her or treat her like a child. She and Mike appreciated that. The children were kind of weary of her at first. They had never seen anyone like her, so they approached her carefully.

After being brave enough to ask her questions, they became less afraid. Her voice machine was very cool! They watched her type out hello. Could she say their names? The adults laughed as she typed in their names individually. Whoa! That’s so cool! After satisfying their curiosity, they ran off to continue playing. The adults did ask her questions but they were very respectful.

“I don’t mind people asking me questions. It’s better than having them stare at me, especially children. I am not better or worse than anyone else.”

“What if a child asked an inappropriate question?”

“They don’t know any better, so I will not be offended. I can laugh about it.”

“Good. Yeah, children don’t have a filter. They just say whatever comes to their heads.”

“That’s why I get along well with Linkin Park. It’s a lot of inappropriate humor.”

Mike laughed. It was very true. Chester always had something inappropriate to say. That was just who he was. The entire day had been a lot of fun! They left early because she was tired and they didn’t want to risk her having a seizure. When they got home, they put their gifts away by the Christmas tree. He then helped her into her pajamas. She also brushed her teeth.

A lot has changed since then. His extended family loved her. Now, they were husband and wife. The following Monday, he told the boys the news. They congratulated them! He thanked them. Where was Bria? She was at home with her nurse, Abbie. They were going to try to get outside because it was supposed to be a nice day. Staying inside all the time wasn’t healthy. She was in a good mood when he left, so he was optimistic it would be a good day for her.

Bria was allowed to zoom around the house while Abbie kept an eye on her. She could see her from where she was filling out paperwork. Rascal was on her lap like usual. He held on for dear life, even though she wasn’t going that fast. She came back over to the dining room when she was called. Rascal breathed a sigh of relief. Meow. Abbie petted him.

“Did you get your zoomies out?”

“Not yet. I might have to go for a swim or a walk.”

“Let’s go for a walk. We can go swimming after your nap. How does that sound?”

“I like that idea. Rascal, you have to stay here.”

“I’ll take him.”

She picked him up and set him on the floor. He ran off in search of his toys. It was a quiet morning. When Mike got home with Chester and Phoenix, they found them in the pool. She had her life jacket on as usual. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree! They laughed as Chester called out to her. Mike excused himself to put his swim trunks on. Phoenix and Chester sat down at the edge with their feet in the water. If they would have brought their swim trunks, they would have joined them.

Abbie brought her over to them. They could see the happiness on her face, even though she couldn’t verbalize it. When Mike got back, he jumped in and joined them. They were all thrilled to see her so happy! Her wedding ring was on the side of the pool. They took it off, so it didn’t accidentally fall off. Her legs moved around in the water.

Abbie gave them an update on everything they did. They went for a walk around the block, played with the cats, and ate lunch. It was a quiet day. Good. They were happy to hear that they had fun. Phoenix joked she was going to turn into a raisin. He saw the look on her face. She was telling him to shut the fuck up. He laughed. After a while, they got out. Abbie wrapped a towel around her before bringing her back inside to get changed.

After getting dried off and dressed, they came back out to the living room. Chester asked her how she was doing.

“That was fun. Let’s do it again.”

“I think the next time you go swimming is in the bathtub”, Mike said.

“Congratulations on getting married! Mike told us all about the wedding”, Chester said.

“Thank you. It was a lovely day.”

“Are you Mrs. Shinoda now?”

“Yes. You are officially never getting rid of me.”

They laughed. That was fine with them. Since it was close to dinner, Abbie made her something from the refrigerator while they waited for her night shift nurse, Mara to come. Garfield jumped up on her lap and sat down. He looked around at the humans before yawning. It had been a great day of doing nothing. He couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #153

Do you ever feel left out? When? Yes, primarily with my sisters; especially this last time I had lunch with my dad and sisters, I learned they do like... quite a lot without me or Mom, and that hurts. Like I get it, I don't drive so would have to rely on somebody else, but I'm never invited to these little fun things they do.

How useful do you feel to others? Oh dear jesus christ, entirely and completely useless.

Do you think you’re depressed? Why? I've been diagnosed with it since I was a pre-teen, so yes, I factually am. Diagnosed depression never fully goes away, I've just gotten better at handling my symptoms.

Is there a loaded gun in your house? Do you have access to it? No, no person who lives with me (and obviously myself) is legally allowed to own firearms because of my history, and nor do I even want one in my house ever.

Your best kiss was with whom? Either Girt or Jason, I don't know. I kinda don't remember how kisses from Jason were anymore.

Do you like to cuddle with this person? Girt, yes, but I'd never cuddle with Jason again. I loved it once, but not anymore.

Do you trust your bf/gf with your life? I honestly do.

Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? Hm... I think orange. Red sounds cool and pretty, but I like the brightness of orange, makes the room livelier.

Does it bother you when people’s underwear hangs out? It looks dumb to me, but so long as you have your truly private areas are covered in public, do whatever.

Would you date someone 5 years older than you? Yeah.

Have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game? Me, lol. I'm very thankful it's been under control since I took a super long break though and especially lately I've barely been touching it even once a week or two.

Have you ever been fingered? Well when you grew up a technically abstinent Christian girl you figure shit out lmfao

Has anyone ever told you that you have a big butt? HA no, I would immediately know you were lying; even as a really in-shape teenager who did yoga every day, my ass has always been flat 😭

What makes you feel like a kid again? Being in the ocean comes to mind immediately; I've noticed that I giggle a lot being tossed around and hit by the water, it's just fun. I VERY rarely do this, but I also feel kid-like when someone eases me into feeling safe and unjudged belting out songs or dancing, but that is so incredibly rare these days because I obsess over not being seen in a judgmental, looking-down-your-nose-at-me way. I would basically rather die than experience embarrassment. I also like doing coloring books with other adults and just chilling.

Are you a good kisser? No one's ever complained.

What was your 1st alcoholic beverage? Mike's Hard Lemonade. ... Actually wait, it might have been a tiny sip of wine???? I grew up going to a Catholic church, and doing the Eucharist ritual thing is routine, and I remember how fucking awful the drink was, even though you only got a teeny-tiny sip, like an adult held and tilted the cup to ensure of that. Many places use grape juice in place of the grape wine, but with how traditional the church I went to was, and also just remembering how awful the taste was, I definitely think it was the traditional wine.

Do you have a crush on anyone? Well it's way more than a crush.

Have you ever been on an airplane? Yeah, a few times.

Have you ever gone scuba diving? No, but I'd really like to! My mom used to have a license for it and even swam with manatees and I will permanently be SO envious, haha.

What do you think of your last ex? Not good things, I'll leave it at that lmfao

Does your sibling have a significant other? They all do, yes. All but Nicole are married, but she has a good boyfriend.

How would you feel if a girl asked your boyfriend out for a drink? I wouldn't be okay with that in the case of some random girl asking him, and even if it was a close friend, I really do trust him, but I'd still want to be there too, it's just respectful imo. I don't want my anxiety spinning stories that aren't even true while he's gone. He doesn't drink anyway though so you wouldn't see him at a bar.

What do your flipflops look like? They're just black.

Name some models you think are hot. lol I don't even know the names of models.

Does your significant other like the same color as you do? Like, favorite color? Don't know what he thinks of pink, actually.

Do you have a passport? No, hopefully one day to travel!

Do you say any words that are pretty specific to your area? I'm sure there are some things, but phrases exclusive to here is more likely. We say "y'all," of course, but I feel like that's been adopted outside the south anyway.

Do you know anyone who everyone thinks is gay, but is not out? No, not since middle school; everyone thought my friend William was gay, including myself, but he didn't "come out" until high school. He's loud and proud about it now, I love him.

Are your teeth straight? Mostly, yes. I do have an overbite though that my braces once fixed, but because I didn't wear my retainer, they moved back some. My front bottom incisors are a bit crooked though from having braces on too long, they got a bit crowded so have very slight overlapping, but it's not bad at all.

Would you ever paint your house an unusual color? Totally not against it, like can you IMAGINE a pink house?, but I wouldn't go out of my way to pay for that or do it myself, I just don't care enough.

What is the cutest animal? TOTALLY not biased or anything lol, but I genuinely do think it's meerkats, like they're so small and watching them stand up on their hind legs like lil men is adorable, and they're just cute as hell in general. I love their big eyes! Kittens are also incredibly cute, I've got a weakness for baby cats.

Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you? Nah, height means literally nothing to me.

Have you ever swam in the Atlantic Ocean? Yep.

The Pacific? No.

Have you ever dated a fat person? Juan was on the larger side, as well as Tyler, but that's it. I'm not against it at all, I've just coincidentally dated mostly slim or even underweight people.

Was your last kiss sober? Yes, never kissed somebody while drunk.

What is one hot beverage that you like? Hot chocolate.

Do you have any relatives who are expecting a baby really soon? No.

Do you sleep in socks? Ugh no, I could never. Socks are very uncomfortable to me, it's a sensory thing.

Is the person you’re interested in, interested in you? Yes, I definitely trust that he is. He shows it.

Is there a band you like that many others dislike? Which? lol yes, Marilyn Manson is probably the most obvious, like he's always gotten the side-eye from media, and Rammstein's gotten plenty of hate too, and then Otep gets a lot of negativity as well, but she as a person IS an insanely aggressive bitch so lol, I love her music though. I'm a metal fan in general though so that alone makes a great majority of the bands I listen to disliked by some groups.

To you, which is better: English muffins or bagels? Bagels, but both are good.

Do you consider yourself a romantic? I definitely think so, I know plenty of people think romance is cheesy, but I love it, man. Cute fun stuff.

Which element best represents you? Y'know, I've never been sure about this question, but with a quick google search I am EASILY water.

Who do you want to be closer to? My sisters.

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? Pencil, because of the ease for erasing. I only recently learned via my sister that pens with erasers now exist and blew my FUCKING mind to bits like I wasn't okay afterwards lmfao that shit is MAGIC

What is your star sign? It's Aquarius, but I've never held any faith in this kind of stuff whatsoever.

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? In-between. I can't eat it once it gets to a certain point of sogginess though, but that doesn't really happen with me because I pour my breakfast and eat it immediately lol.

Do you like ice in your drinks? No, this is gonna make me sound SO stereotypical American but I absolutely hate when it waters a drink down and even more so how like the majority of drinks you get anywhere are mostly just ice, like I didn't pay for ice.

Do you address older people by their first or last name? Eh, I'd say it depends. By this point in my life I'm pretty sure it's mostly first names now, though.

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? Lots of traveling, and I know I'd just pay to not be my weight anymore. Way more tattoos, a house, and more pets. I would absolutely do lots of charity stuff too and help especially my loved ones however I can.

Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean? I feel safer and chiller in a nice clean pool, but the ocean is way more fun! It's very good at yanking my worries away for the time, too.

What is one thing you would want to teach your children? In the hypothetical they ever exist, just being a good person is the main thing: to act with kindness, peace, and empathy. I would put a lot of emphasis on them caring for themselves too, both physically and mentally, and to never be ashamed of being themselves and shooting for the stars. I would ensure they know proper bodily autonomy early too; if my kid doesn't want to hug someone, they don't fucking have to, and I'm not sugarcoating the proper names of their body parts and to never let someone touch your body that you don't want, and if they do you let me know bc I will go to jail <3

Where do you feel the safest? At home, especially when both Mom and Girt are here.

Anything you're looking forward to this month? Yeah, on the 26th I get my tattoo finished and also am having dinner with Girt's family.

Do you have a loud or more soft laugh? I am the WHOLE fuckin pack of hyenas okay

Do you like to dip your fries in a frosty or ice cream? No, I tried that pretty late in my life and I really did not get the hype.

Are there any things coming up that you have to travel for? No.

Would you consider adoption? No, it wouldn't be for me personally.

Do you have a bad habit? Yes, I jump to conclusions and catastrophize severely, often relating around someone being mad at or annoyed by me, but there are plenty of other instances. I know there's more, but I don't really feel like thinking about this on a nice day haha

Have you ever slept with a member of the opposite sex without having sex? lmfao yes, this is such a juvenile question, sharing the same bed as someone doesn't make it so you bang every time you get in it, dude.

Have you ever had a crush on someone “too young” for you? No.

Have you ever been called a bitch? Yes, I kinda doubt any adult woman hasn't been at SOME point.

Would you rather pierce your tongue or lip? I'm happy with just the vertical labret I have on my bottom lip now, but after having my tongue pierced already and just damaging my teeth, I won't get another one. I've THOUGHT about getting what would technically be snake bites I guess and change the jewelry to a small spike, but I feel like three pieces of jewelry on just my bottom lip might get annoying.

What did you buy last time you went to the store? Mom bought milk, some steak, strawberries, some shrimp, and lettuce earlier; I only know because she complained about how expensive just that was, haha.

Do you like salsa that has fruit in it? No.

Are you scared of snakes? No, and I assure you you will never be more afraid of a snake than that snake is of you. I adore them.

Do you like hard or soft pretzels better? SOFT, ugh that sounds so good right about now.

Have you ever painted a room? Not me personally, but as a kid I remember during one of my grandmother's visits, she and my parents and maybe some friends painted the house I grew up in. My grandma was always very good with house decor and just making the inside of a house look good, and they did this cool horizontal split between a light and darker shade of blue with some sort of cool (I think it was kinda floral?) divider in the center. It was really pretty, buuuut the people who moved in after us immediately burnt the house to a fuckin crisp so I'm sure the remade house is different inside.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hey ! Random question : how do you think the men of SVU are jealous ?

Joe Velasco - I think Joe is quite territorial when he comes to you. If he sees a guy flirting with you at the bar, he's gonna make a show of being affectionate with you (to be fair he is anyway.) I am talking arm around the shoulders or hand resting on your hip, thumb skating over the that tiny sliver of bare flesh between your top and jeans. I think he would even go as far as kissing you in front of the person he's threatened by. By kissing I mean a really fucking sensual kiss, his thumb ghosting along your jaw, looking into your eyes with a fucking heat that makes your panties instantly soaked.

That night he takes you home and ravishes you, mouth all over your skin, palms gripping you, holding you against his tongue as he teases your clit. He's relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure and he's not stopping until he's thoroughly convinced that you know exactly how he feels.

Terry Bruno - Terry doesn't really get jealous. He is an entirely honest person and he expects you to be the same. He thinks if you didn't want to be with him you wouldn't be. If someone approaches you, he lets you handle it, he feels sorry for the guy because he knows their about to flame out. In the aftermath he'd make a joke of it. If it borders on harrassment, that's when he steps in. He hates it when a guy acts like he's entitled to your attention, time or body. It makes him feel protective. He'd put himself between the two of you and tell the guy to fuck off.

However if say an ex comes back on the scene and gets a little flirty, he makes his prescence known. It's subtle, a hand on the base of your spine, leaning into you as you talk, a smile meant just for you. His arm brushing yours, hips bumping together. All subtle ways to highlight that you are taken.

That night at home, he's kissing you when you get thtough the door. It's tender and passionate, hands on your hips as he traps you between the wall and his body. He's slow and methodical, his fingertips ghosting over your skin as he undresses you. He loves skin on skin contact. When he pulls you into his lap on the couch you know exactly what he needs. Your fingers threading through his hair as you kiss his neck and jaw, teeth grazing that deviant spot just under his jaw as you grind against him. You whisper how wonderful he is, how good he makes you feel, how he's the only one for you.

Mike Duarte - Mike is as territorial as fuck. He is fiercely protective of you and if there's someone else sniffing around you he is going to show his displeasure at the situation. He doesn't blame you for the way men respond to you, he knows the attention is unwanted. If you are approached, he will be blatant about it. He will literally just tell the other person your taken in that short, abrupt way of his. He doesn't really care what anyone else thinks of him. He's not overbearing with this behaviour just firm.

If you've had to flirt due to an undercover op or for information, he would get it but it would rile him. You would spend the night pinned to the bed, his mouth all over you as he overstimulates the hell out of you. He's leaving love marks on your thighs, hips, and chest, anywhere to remind you who you belong to. When he fucks you that night, it's slow and intimate because at the core of this, it's about love for Mike and showing you how much he adores you.

[hvneybxns]

there was a part of him, the one that could think with logic and reason, that knew that having stacey around wasn't the best of ideas. he had no idea how alexie would feel about it should asher slip up and say something and he wasn't about to ask his kid to lie for him. and he didn't want his son getting used to seeing him around anyone, they had just settled into their own routine without adding anyone else. unfortunately for him though, the logical side of him always seemed to vanish when the tiny brunette entered his space. "well he doesn't seem phased by you and it's been a while since i've seen you fall on your ass." and kissed it better, but he'd keep that part to himself, he was sure the smirk he offered gave him away, "you good to go see mike and get laced up? i'd help but i won't leave him on the ice unattended." angel was focused on being the best dad he could be and taking his eye of his kid for anyone was out of the question.

amused laugh escapes at seemingly innocent question directed at the male from the boy , influenced by playful little digs that stacey had dropped . and she couldn't help the way her gaze remained soft , almost adoring , as she watched sweet little interactions between the pair , another side of angel that she hadn't had the privilege of seeing until now and one she could easily fall in love with , just like she had with all his others . an equally terrifying notion , had she chosen to focus on it . luckily , his surprising invitation was enough to draw her from her train of thoughts . angel had already been forced into an introduction between the pair thanks to the femme , something stacey was sure he'd be displeased with . or at least she was , until the offering came to spend more time with them than was necessary . " uh ... " it was a brief hesitation , but a soft smile grew , the last time she had been on the ice being back when the pair were blissfully happy in their prime , " sure , yeah ... if you're sure . "

[alloftheimaginesblog]

the bet {e.m}

Plot: During a Dungeons and Dragons game, everything comes down to you.

Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Sized Reader

Warnings: gets a tiny bit hot and heavy, kissing and a boner

part of my e.m 'pretty eyes' series

Dustin and Mike were loud, shouting opposing things to you as you frowned trying to figure out what to do. It was a one in twenty chance and you were the only one that could take it. Dustin was shouting 'go for it!' and Mike was shouting 'run! Leave it!'. You didn't know what to do and Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master, was loving your hesitance so much.

"Bit of friendly advice," he said, ducking his head to catch your eyes, "there is no shame in running."

You'd joined Hellfire Club a few months ago upon request of Dustin who knew that you'd be an asset to the team. At first, you weren't sure, you thought it might be silly or childish but after your first game with Eddie Munson leading it, you were hooked. He was addictive, an addictive personality and addictive smile and he had you hooked within the first hour though he could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to be (which was the majority of the time).

Eddie had a massive crush on you. It had been Eddie who pushed Dustin to ask you to join the club, actually. It wasn't a secret that Eddie liked you, he flirted with you so openly all the damn time but you always acted uninterested in him. It was all an act though and Eddie could see through the façade. You had a crush on the wild, curly haired boy who deemed himself 'King of the Freaks'. You had fun with Eddie and he made you feel special but you just didn't know if you were ready for a relationship yet, the prospect seemed quite scary to you but you never minded his flirting or his winks he threw at you every once in a while.

From the moment Eddie saw you back last year in his English class, he was hooked. He didn't speak to you for the majority of the year until you were paired up for a project and he knew that Dustin was friendly with you so that's when he begged him to make you join. Eddie liked your style, he liked that you didn't give a fuck about what people thought of you; he liked that you were a bigger girl and gave no fucks to what anyone said or thought about you. He liked the shape of you, like the wobble of your arms and the jiggle of your stomach when you laughed. He liked your cheeks, he liked your pretty smile and your pretty eyes. You were content with yourself and that's all that mattered. Eddie couldn't deny that he'd looked at your curves, appreciating the way your stomach looked in jeans and the way your ass and hips looked in skirts, he couldn't help himself though he never made you feel uncomfortable. You liked having his attention and he knew it. You would subtly flirt back with him, giving him sprinkles every so often, just enough to make him come crawling back for more.

At first, it was a mere flirtation but when you joined Hellfire and with the more time you spent together, Eddie's flirtation developed into a pretty massive crush. He liked to play with you but he knew where your boundaries lay and he wouldn't overstep.

"Well?" Eddie asked, clapping his hands together, "What are you gonna do?"

He loved the way you gnawed on your bottom lip in deep concentration, "Give me a minute," he quirked an eyebrow up and you rolled your eyes, "please."

"That's better. Sixty seconds on the clock."

You turned to your teammates asking for advice to which you got a 50/50 split of 'do it' and 'don't do it'. Eddie who could obviously hear everything decided that he'd do a little bet with you, for fun.

"I can't help but notice you've got yourself a dilemma," he cut over everyone else. You all turned back to face him. Oh no. You could tell by his smirk that he had something planned. Eddie, who was standing, leaned forwards to press his palms flat on the table. He saw your eyes fleet for a millisecond to look at his forearms and he smirked, "I have a preposition for you."

"Oh here we go."

"If you roll a twenty, you win, you defeat all evil and you win..."

"But?"

"But if you roll a... thirteen, you get to bring one more of your teammates back to life using a special elixir..."

You frowned, "I feel like there's a catch."

Eddie grinned, "Ah, well spotted, (y/n)... Roll a thirteen and revive a friend but you have to agree to go on a date... with me." There it was.

You gaped at him, eyebrows up as high as they could go as your jaw dropped, "Are you being serious?"

"Sounds like a good deal to me, take it." Dustin grumbled from beside you. You shot him a look to which he rolled his eyes, "Come on, (y/n), it's clear the two of you have the hots for each other. What's the harm in admitting it and going on a date with him? It seems pretty win-win to me!"

You ran a hand through your hair before you had an idea. Two can play at that game, Munson. "Okay, fine, I take the bet."

Eddie knew you better than to just believe it, "But?"

"If I score a six, you let me win and I get to sit on the throne."

There was a chorus of 'ooooooh's. It was common knowledge that Eddie Munson didn't let anyone sit on his throne, those who tried swiftly regretted it. It was his and his alone and if he wanted to play a game with you, you'd happily play right back.

Eddie smirked, god you wanted to kiss that stupid smirk off his stupid face, "Okay, you're on." He tossed you the D-20 and you picked it up, shaking it in your hand.

As you shook it, you honestly couldn't figure out which option you wanted more. Obviously your six was kind of a joke though you did want to sit on the throne but the idea of Eddie wanting to take you on a date so bad he'd make you bet on it filled your stomach with butterflies.

You tossed the dice.

Everyone was tense as they watched it roll across the table, bouncing before it finally landed-

"Yes!" You grinned, hands fist pumping in the air, as the number six faced upwards. Your teammates all cheered with you, high fiving and clapping loudly. You'd won! You'd actually done it!

Eddie, though disappointed, gave a slow clap before he picked up and pocketed the D-20, "Well done, Princess. You've vanquished all evil despite all odds and you," he moved out of the way, extending his arms to gesture to the throne, "have gained access to the King's throne. Enjoy it."

You grinned as you accepted Eddie's hand to help you move from your spot at the table to the throne, he bowed to you as he did so, "Mi'lady."

You couldn't stop grinning as you lowered into the throne, "Oh this feels good," you said smugly, smiling at Eddie who rolled his eyes despite smiling himself.

"Can't deny it," he said with a shake of his head, "you look damn good on that throne, Princess."

It was then Mike realised the time, "Oh shit, we gotta go!" He hit Dustin's arm and the boys grabbed their stuff and quickly left after saying their goodbyes. Jeff and Gareth decided it was time for them to go too so packed up and left and then... then it was just you and Eddie.

"You're that desperate to take me out, huh?" You asked him, finding a new sort of confidence from sitting in the throne. It felt nice to be at this side of the table, to have the power.

Eddie laughed sardonically, "It's not a secret how much I like you, Princess." He almost sounded a little sad, maybe even a little bitter, "It was stupid to think you'd give me a chance." He knew that there was something more between the two of you, you felt it yourself, but there was always something that stopped the two of you from progressing.

You frowned as you looked at him, "We've been through it, Eds, I don't want to be another notch-"

"On my bedpost, yadda yadda. I know. But how many times do I have to tell you that you wouldn't be? You'd be it. I get you and I'm done, I'm finished." He was on the opposite side of the table, where you'd been standing not three minutes previous, "I just wanted one night to prove to you. You're the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen in my life. I love your confidence, I love your body, I love your smile; I can't get you out of my head and I just wanted one goddamn night-"

"Give me the D-20."

Eddie frowned, "What-"

"I roll a thirteen, you take me out, that still the bet?" All he could do was nod as he dug in his pocket for the D-20 before he tossed it to you once again. You didn't know what had come over you, maybe it was the throne, maybe it was his little speech, maybe it was the way he looked at you, maybe it was you just finally being ready to accept your feelings but whatever it was, it gave you the kick you needed.

You picked the D-20 and raised it to your lips before giving it a gentle kiss, never once breaking eye contact with Eddie. He whined, hands clenching into fists, "Goddamnit, Princess," he huffed, "you drive me fucking insane."

You smirked, shaking the dice in your hands, before you let it go, soaring over the table. You and Eddie watched with baited breath, this roll more intense than any other roll, as it tumbled to a stop a few inches short of Eddie's right hand.

Eddie released a long breath as the number fourteen stared face up, "Guess it's not meant to be, Princess." He was disappointed, god his whole self just deflated but you weren't satisfied, not now and not ever, not until you were his, "We better go."

Eddie stood up and grabbed his bag from the floor but you weren't happy with it ending like that. You stood and walked to him, stopping close. He frowned down at you, "What're you-"

"Fuck the bet."

He was confused.

"Kiss me, Eddie." Your voice was a soft whisper as your heart pounded in your ears, "Kiss me."

Eddie wasted no time, he pushed you gently so that your ass pressed onto the table and you swiped a hand over the table, knocking the D-20 onto the floor, before he leaned down and caught your lips in a hungry embrace. His kiss was fast and passionate. God he'd wanted this for a long time. Your hands were tangled in his hair as one of his hands was on the small of your back and the other was on your waist, caressing your sides where your lumps and bumps were. He loved how soft you were under him, loved the way you felt as he dug long fingers into your sides. Your legs pulled him in at the waist, wrapping tight around him, making him groan into your mouth before he pulled away abruptly.

"Princess, I-I can't control myself when I'm around you," he breathed hard and as he stepped away you could see the clear outline of his semi hard cock in his grey jeans, "if we don't stop now, I'll never stop."

You grinned at his words, loving that you had this control over him without having to do all that much. All you had to do was exist and look at him with pretty eyes and he was like putty in your hands. You hopped down from the table, grabbing your bag, before you made your way to him, hand on his chest, "You can take me out after school today. Wait on me outside." All he could do was nod before you trailed your hand down to the top of his jeans.

"Princess." It was a warning, a warning that he wouldn't be able to stop, he would have you here and now if you pushed him further.

You pulled your hand back, winking at him, "Oops... Sorry." With that, you hoisted your bag onto your shoulder and left, leaving Eddie to fall back onto the table, puffing out a long breath.

"She's going to be the death of me."

[cffeeluv]

Hi I dont feel very well :'DD ive been trying to find lots of mike fluff but not much luck😢I rlly want more Michael fluff so may i ask for Michael hcs taking a week off taking care of his sick s/o also i love ur previous Michael fic btw!<33

oh bless :-(( i hope u feel better so soon! sending love 🤍 & tysm !!! ofc u can have some michael fluff ! i made a lil story about michael looking after u when u aren’t well, u can find it here if u wanna give it a read! but i’m more than happy to provide more 🥰

no gender mentioned <3

michael is an absolute sweetheart when it comes to looking after you when you’re unwell, he doesn’t care whatsoever if he catches what you have, he will do anything he can to make you feel better, this man is glued to side as it is, but when your sick it intensifies by 100! because of you not being well, he takes a week off his work purely to look after you, despite you saying he didn’t need to! you absolutely love the effort

you want sweets? he will go the shop and buy them, a bath? consider it ran! a bowl of soup? he would make you homemade soup every day if you asked! that man will literally bend over backwards for you!

when it’s time for bed he will tuck you in like a little human burrito, and shower your face in gentle kisses, he will stroke your hair and tickle your back/arms if you’re having a hard time sleeping

will constantly ask every 2 minutes if you’re okay, or if you need anything. this would annoy you if it was anyone else, but because it’s him and your heart is so full, you don’t mind it whatsoever. if you even so much as cough the tiniest bit whilst trying to sleep he will wake up in an instant and make sure you’re okay!

will watch anything you want to watch if it makes you feel better, it’s a good thing you both love watching the same things!

despite you feeling like absolute trash, he still calls you beautiful every single day, which baffles you, as you feel the farthest from pretty,, but hearing it from michaels mouth makes you feel that tiny bit better everyday! you low-key wish you weren’t feeling well everyday so he wouldn’t leave your side!