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melanieph321 · 3 months ago

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Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - The Double Date Part 1/2

Part 2

Reader unwillingly joins her best friend on a double date with Andy Robertson and Dominik Szoboszlai.

Enjoy!

"Hurry Y/N, we're gonna be late!"

"Yeah, late for a double date at an arcade. How will I recover?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Just pipe down on the sarcasm when we meet up with the guys. Believe it or not, but I really like this one."

"Anything for my bestie."

You were surprised. Crashing a date was not included in your plans this friday evening. But apparently, your best friend, Lexi, met some guy at a football game a couple of weeks ago, and the two of them have been texting ever since. However, when it came around for them to meet, Lexi kept putting off the date for no reason. Your offer to chaperone was the only thing standing in her way of chickening out again.

"So....what do you want me to do exactly, linger in the background the entire date?"

"No, that would be creepy. It's a double date Y/N, ergo two guys and two girls."

"But I have a boyfriend."

Lexi laughed. "Please, Y/N. If you call your situationship with Mike a healthy relationship, I don't wanna know what you think I toxic one is."

"Hey, Mike is not toxic. He's a great guy, soon to be a doctor, actually. It's the only reason he's been so cold to me lately. He's stressed about school."

Lexi slowed down the strides of her heels, matching your pace. She did so, grabbing your hand. "I know Mike's a good guy, Y/N. But you two together....I don't know."

"What?"

"I mean, is he really your type? You're the total opposite. He's so sophisticated and fancy, and you are....well, you are....."

"Yes?"

"You're cool, Y/N." She blurred out. "You're cool and fun to be around. Mike, on the other hand, is so uptight. And he said my shoes were cheap."

You rolled your eyes. "I see you're still on about that."

"Cheap Y/N. He called my Saint Laurent that I spend two months' salary on, cheap. CHEAP! Just because I bought a pair from last season."

"Okay, okay. I admit that sometimes he can be a bit blunt and snobby. But he is definitely my type."

"You mean rich?"

"Yes, rich. I like 'em rich."

The two of you laughed all the way to the arcade. You arrived about ten minutes late and had to search for the guys who were already inside. You prayed that your date was at least cute.

"There they are!" Lexi pointed to the punshing bag machine surrounded by two guys, one of them getting ready to take a swing.

"Andy!" Lexi waved.

The guy standing by, holding a drink, turned around and met the two of you with the broadest smile. "Lexi, you made it!"

"No way." You chuckled.

"Be nice." She muttered.

The guy approached you and went straight in for a hug, even you got a hug.

"You ladies look gorgeous. Let me buy you drink."

"That's so sweet Andy, thank you."

You struggled to hold it in. Lexi gave you a stern look to hold it until her date had made it to the bar. She then gave you thirty seconds to burst out in laughter, gagging like you've never gagged before.

"Yes, yes, very funny. Are you done now?"

"Andy Robertson." You laughed, holding your stomach. "How on earth did you bag Andy, Robo, Robertson?"

It wasn't much dating a Liverpool player that tickled your soul. Lexi was gorgeous and well connected through her father's financial successes. A lot of famous men have been interested in dating her, including several professional athletes. But to throw Andy, Robo, Robertson, a bone out of all those men, was simply outrageous to you. And quite hysterical.

"Will you stop it." She whispered.

"But...."

"And no mentioning of our nickname for him."

"Why?"

"Erm....because it's racist?"

"Lexi." You stopped and stared at her. "Calling someone, Groundkeeper Robo Robertson, is not racist."

"If you're Scottish it is."

"It's just a character from The Simpsons. Who doesn't like The Simpsons?"

Just then, Andy was seen returning from the bar. "I see you two ladies haven't met my friend yet. Come, let me introduce ya!"

You were quick to wipe your tears while Lexi's date took you to your table. It was right next to the punshing bag machine where a man stood clenching his sore knuckles.

"Dom, meet the girls. Girls meet my friend Dominik."

Again, no way, you thought. It was Dominik Szoboszlai, as cute as ever, dressed for a casual night out with....well, you.

"Hi." He smiled and shook your hands.

"This is the girl I was talking about." Andy said, and proudly but respectfully draped an arm around Lexi's shoulder. "This is her friend..."

"Y/N." You smiled.

Dominik looked you up and down, a flash of something curious in his eyes. But then, just like that, it disappeared.

"How about some games?" Andy suggested. "Since we're all here now."

"Yay!" Lexi cheered but ended up sucking at every game you played. You weren't doing very well yourself, but that was only because your opponent, Dominik, played against you as if his life dependended on it.

"Fuck, my nail!" You winced as his shot during Air Hockey ended up breaking the tip.

"Sorry." He shrugged. His attitude was quite shitty throughout the whole night.

"I'm going to the bathroom." You said, grabbing your purse.

"I'll come with you." Lexi offered, perhaps aware of your newfound mood.

"So...how are thinks going with Dominik, he's cute right?"

"He's a dickhead." You turned to the bathroom mirror, applying more gloss to your lips.

"Is he?"

"Yes. I wanna leave."

"But Y/N, you promised..."

"Honestly, Lexi, I don't see why I had to come along in the first place. Robo— I mean Andy... seems like a genuinely nice guy. I'm still curious about how you met him at the Liverpool game with your dad. Wasn't he on the pitch, playing?"

"It was after the game." She sighed. "And yes, he is really nice. The only problem, I guess, is all the songs we've made up about him."

"Right, the songs."

You had made-up songs about most players in Liverpool. As fans, you and Lexi loved doing it. It was sort of your thing. People on TilTik loved you for it.

"Yeah. Andy and I had a laugh about it, but now I just feel sort of guilty for the one we made about him and Groundkeeper Wille."

"Well, if he thinks it's funny I don't really see the problem."

"I guess you're right."

"I am. Now, get back to your date while I find a way out through the back."

"You're not ditching me, are you?"

"Of course I am. I just told you that Dominik Szoboszlai is a dickhead." Which was a shame since he was undoubtedly attractive.

"Please stay." Lexi pleaded. "I'll pay you."

You laughed. "Fine, but I'm not playing anymore games."

"Deal!"

The two of you walked out of the ladies' bathroom and back to your table. The guys were still there. However, the two of them looked ready to leave.

"Heya..., do you ladies, maybe fancy going elsewhere?" Andy said in his lovely Scottish accent.

"Why, are you bored of us?" Lexi said, angst in her voice.

Andy chuckled. "I was thinking the opposite. The two of you look so beautiful tonight. It's too beautiful for a place like this."

"Oh, Andy." Lexi hooked her arm with his. "We don't mind playing more games. Right Y/N?"

"Right....." You glanced over to Dominik, who stood with his eyes glued to his phone. He was texting someone. Probably a girl that he found more entertaining than you.

"It's no worries, really. Andy said. "Dominik actually knows the owner of the best rooftop bar in Liverpool."

"Gallaways?" You perked up.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Dominik frowned, his eyes on you and not his phone.

You shrugged cooly. "I've heard about it. My boyfriend says it's okay."

"Boyfriend?"

He seemed surprised.

"Yes, boyfriend. Maybe I should give him a call and see if he can help us get—"

"We're in." Dominik said, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "My friend has a table waiting for us."

"How fun." Lexi squealed. "Doesn't that sound fun Y/N?"

"Yes, delightful."

Dominik was watching you in the same way you watched him, quite spitful. It was lucky you were going to another bar. If you were going to make it through this double date, you were going to need something stronger to drink than beer. Much stronger.

Part 2

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai #andy robertson #liverpool fc

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dozing-marshmallow · 1 year ago

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Heyo! Just asking

Would you mind writing Yandere Noah Vs Yandere Mike from total drama? Thankssss! :>

Hellooo! Thank you so much for this fun request, so happy I was finally able to get this out! Also, I loooove your Radlynn theme, I loved playing the Papa Louie games so much growing up ^v^ enjoy !

YANDERE! NOAH VS YANDERE! MIKE HEADCANONS

Two guys fighting over you? My! How would that turn out?

Well, Noah would try to impress you with his intellect, Mike tried wooing you with his natural sweet personality.

Of course, you never thought these gestures had a bigger meaning than what met the eye.

Typical (Y/N).

A few months after the...season of All Stars aired, Chris wanted to throw a celebration reunion party for both casts before the brand new cast of Pahkitew Island was publicly introduced.

Noah and Mike were two of the many that didn’t want to go, but having the fact they were obliged to attend by their contract megaphoned, they soon put together that if this whole thing was mandatory for everyone, you would definitely be there.

Even if it wasn’t, you were a sweetheart, so you would’ve attended anyway.

Everyone was there alright, around their respective friend groups, and there Mike was, suspiciously having an exorbitant smile on his face for someone who wasn’t accompanied by anyone.

Noah knew the cause all too well, and takes it to confront him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Still a coward, huh?,“Ohh wow, that obvious lie came with that gap in your teeth? Take this as a warning, Mike. Unless you wanna make that gap bigger, back up trying to test your mediocre pick up lines on (Y/N) and you won’t have any more problems than what you already have to deal with.” his finger spiked into the taller male’s chest,“You have no chance with a girl that’s out of your generation, let alone out of your league.”

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Noah!" said guy’s attempt at intimidation massively backfiring with Mike putting a hand to his own burning chest,"See, even though I'm Mike first and personalities second, the...feeling (Y/N) gives me is so intense, it's actually taking a better effect on me than the medication my psychiatrist prescribes me!"

How lame.

The high IQ rolls his eyes at Mike’s pathetic attempt at love,"You know your identity disorder soooo well. You of all people should know that's illogical, but I was right. (Y/N) really does have a moron lusting after her."

"Wow! Can't believe you finally got around to realising how dumb you are!"

Noah’s glare deepens in his face as Mike’s smile grew. These conversations were getting boring,"Why don't you go back to nosebleed hair? I'm sure she's missing you terribly bro." Surely that would kick some alarm into him. That desperate friendless girl had to be looking for him.

Strangely, he was still all happy,"Oh! I called things off with Zoey!” Oh. No wonder why he’s not slighted.

Damn your humanity, Zoey. You couldn’t entertain this idiot for another season?

He takes out his hideous handmade accessory,“I took my necklace back, so I can cherish it to (Y/N) instead!" Poor girl.

No way you could love someone that lacked the decency to reserve his affection- I mean, Noah loved you from day one,"Gee even I'm offended you think a second hand thing is the best you can give to my (Y/N). You are so totally rich. Medication funds put you in debt much?"

"Actually, they were free, but you are right about one thing! Not fair to give something someone else had. I'll make her another! Bigger and better! Like my love for her." he kept getting more and more ideas.

Can he afford to keep up?,"Don't go over budget."

"Hah! Seems like you suffer from a memory disorder. Thanks to my win, I never have to worry about budget again!... How many seasons did you win again?" Mike asks, his smirk still the same, but his words this time around were coiled by a pleather of travesty that had forced Noah to face a stinging truth he hated to admit, hissing a response in avoidance.

“Cram it, blockhead.”

Mike was about to blow a comeback, when suddenly your goddess figure graced both of them with your presence, switching their rivalry selves to civil friends.

"Enjoying yourself over here, boys?"

"Oh, totally." Noah waved, that totally being true for once.

"Never been better (Y/N)!" Mike threw you a thumbs up.

“Aw! Great!” you gushed in delight at the two,“It’s so heartwarming to see you guys getting along so well especially since we come from different casts!” You’re...happy.

You’re happy at them... Them...getting along? Yes... Yes, we do get along! Mike wants to be the one to amplify your joy by encompassing Noah’s neck around his arm, a perfect time to suffocate him, yet so far,“Oh, yeah!” he could feel the malice blaze in Noah’s eyes, but he wouldn’t dare try breaking out his grasp if it meant keeping you happy. It was just as despicable for him,“It’s real nice speaking to the competitors from earlier seasons! You can learn so much.”

The hidden venom irked the trapped male, making it ten times harder to hold back his sly tongue. But you were there... (Y/N), too pure to taste any hate, had rewritten the entire muscle of his jaw.

“Yeah, what...” for (Y/N), for (Y/N), for (Y/N),“He said. Guy’s more lovable than Owen.” Big fat lie. But you were pleased.

“Aww! Well, I’ll leave you two be. See you later!” even when you had rolled the distance, your words were still as sweet as blood itself.

How caring you are.

Mike makes the immediate move to aggressively shove Noah away from him.

An awkward silence sits in as the ugly nature of their opposition unravels in the air, Noah being the first to emerge,“You’re still here?”

Mike’s smile finally drops in a confused line,“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno. Thought after seeing for yourself that (Y/N) has zero interest in you, like none whatsoever, you’d get going.” His blood vessels bloated in hatred under his skin.

How come? I’m the one that made our “friendship” more believable to her,“How could I after she gave me that smile?” saying that revived his one.

“Mhmm, that smile was totally for you. Get realistic!” No amount of verity could crush that delusion Mike had, which increasingly agitated Noah,“(Y/N) will never love you. Never.”

“There’s no never in that smile, Noah! The way you cope with denial is really cute!” See? This freak was enjoying it.

Noah sighed. Guess it’s what you have to do when you lose a game of love. Really unfortunate for him, this was very rewarding.

The man with sarcasm for a name turned his back to take one of the knives available from the cutlery table. He slid his finger up and down its shiny blade, remembering all about why he stayed in this meaningless party for this long. His chagrin is cut short.

At the same time, Mike discreetly checks his blazer pocket to ensure he still had his one occupying within. A similar sick with the strings of heart quivers its way onto his reddening lips.

(Y/N)...(Y/N)...

Things were about to get interesting.

#request #total drama #tdi #tdi x reader #tdi noah #tdi mike #tdi noah x reader #tdi mike x reader #tdroti #tdroti mike #td noah #total drama noah #total drama mike #total drama mike x reader #total drama noah x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #total drama headcanons

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tenderhungering · 6 months ago

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veep headcanons? :3

oh this will take a WHILE……i love veep so much. i’m about to wrap up season 6 right now ! i think i’ll do little headcannons / analysis for each character ! i might do a part 2 because i want to also do some more supporting characters. like you know damn well im gonna wanna write for catherine and marjorie as a whole,,,

Selina

named catherine “catherine” like her mother in order to be able to yell said name in anger the way she never could yell back at her mother

the severe mommy issues make her need every single one of her staff to be emotionally involved in her. if she isn’t the center of their life, she gets anxious about it, even angry. she needs to be validated

depends heavily on spellcheck,,, i just think she hates phones for some reason.

she can tell EXACTLY how someone is feeling by making it up in her head and believing it ❤️

got arrested once in her youth and it was wiped off the record. #supportwomen’swrongs

Amy

would do super super well taking up something that makes her adrenaline pump. they keep trying to get her to relax by making her get massages, meditate and be in quiet. she needs NOISE. she should be allowed to beat someone up at least once a day

had a little gray cat whenever she was younger. she likes them ! they’re similar to how she is whenever it comes to boundaries.

bisexual but she has a stressful job so she doesn’t have time to think about that rn

she would benefit from me in her life actually

actually really liked dan bc dan seems to personalize the relationship to the person (dan is so kind ❤️) so she was into him but suddenly got the ick.

Dan

trigger warning for SA and grooming: i think dan’s relationship with sex is so affected by the fact he slept with his teacher whenever he was younger in exchange for a good grade. it has made him view it was an exchange, a transactional affair. it’s why he’s so shit at intimacy, he doesn’t see to her anything out of it.

watches all the latest movies but it’s only because he keeps taking women out to go see them:

has a really sensitive stomach,,,,he says it’s something he ate but i feel like whenever he gets anxious it happens to

catholic guilt galore but he’s busy so he CANNOT get into it

he’s so the type of boyfriend who does baby talk and when he’s recorded he gets real mad about it. get that camera OUTTA here

Mike

he is like a baby duckling to me that’s why he wanted to raise them actually

has so many useless apps on his phone. why do you have a flashlight app you have a flashlight BUILT into the phone. its okay though bc he watches lot of youtube tutorials

probably wanted to vlog at some point but he got yelled at by selina in a clip so he stopped

the personality hire,,, everyone loves him but god he can be so bad at his job sometimes. everyone gets mad but never enough to fire him

because he started dating wendy, he started to dress up a little more ! ties and handkerchiefs match. i love you dad

Jonah

he so ran one of those private meme accounts whenever he was younger but he got so bad at everyone saying they were lame he just posted a screenshot that said SUCK MY DICK SON and blocked everyone

his incessant gross comments are a result of being around a bunch of rich white men that happen to be politicians that tend to laugh at them. he has daddy issues. he needs the validation

his little curls going missing are a result of him getting his hair straightened because he wanted to look more professional actually. he burnt his hands so he begged his mom to help him

gets really anxious about his health CONSTANTLY and has a will written out already because he’s scared one day it’ll (he doesn’t know what) catch up to him

Gary

he knows the lyrics to every new pop song ever. he loves it. he used to play Just Dance whenever he was in college or something i don’t know i feel like he might’ve even been in a club that requires that

has an extensive skin care routine. he puts on those fluffy headbands sometimes but stopped bc he realized it was to keep your hair dry and his is so short lmao

definitely has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. he just pops a pill of whatever and hopes that it works (it doesn’t)

needs heavy validation from authority figures,,,like badly,,, i think that’s why he enjoys it so much whenever any of selina’s boyfriends acknowledge him as a person (or anyone gives him any importance)

he needs someone to tell him what to do because he is so lost on having any identify that isn’t directly tied to someone else ? he’s not even really sure what he himself likes anymore. uses “we” more than he uses “i”

#veep hbo #selina meyer #amy brookheimer #dan egan #mike mclintock #jonah ryan #gary walsh #veep headcannons

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nopeferatu · 1 year ago

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okayyyy i guess ill just write abt some things that i wanna get out before i forget to??

- LOVE, love love how they made ennis the one who initiated all of the romantic affection between the two. literally insane over it. it feels so in-character, considering ennis has probably been affection starved since his mother died when he was a kid. of course he has alma, but do we really get the sense that ennis was ever very affectionate with her? could he have been, in rural, christian, wyoming, where conervative notions of courtship prevail? did he even want to be, knowing that the only person he shows real attraction towards is a man? who knows. we just know that he was craving love, and lucas did an amazing job at capturing that need.

- the "'lets ranch up together', 'no bc earl and rich'" conversation happens after ennis tells jack that he'd divorced alma...a year and a half earlier. what an interesting change! it seems like both adaptations, movie and play, mess around with that specific sequence of events. i really enjoyed what it brought to this specific show, though, because in the script it's described as a "gut-punch" to jack when ennis tells him he already left alma in response to jack telling ennis that he'd decided to leave lureen. it really hammers home the idea that jack thought it was just their wives getting in the way of their life together all that time. it was framed wayyy different than jack driving up 14 hrs after getting his hopes up thanks to a phonecall or a postcard from ennis abt the divorce, but it still hits the beat it's supposed to, where we as the audience can see that its the first time their relationship shifts—and not for the better.

- "little darlin'."I got to hear "LITTLE DARLIN'" not just once, but TWICE. still not over it.

- the show also brought more...i guess, explicit attention to the fact that ennis really only wants to do ranch work, and how much that affects his family. i know its present in all the texts, but the new conversations he and alma have regarding the various 'city jobs' she tries to rope him into and the dead-end ranch jobs that keep going belly up from underneath him are just really sad. he's someone who craves wide open spaces, and the beauty of film allowed heath to capture this hunched, clenched, uncomfortable look and feel of a man who seems too big for any room he's in. ennis is not happy in domesticity. he's a saddle bum through and through, and out with nature is where he belongs. but since theatre (esp theatre in-the-round) doesn't have the luxury of different set dressing, those conversations and arguments bw ennis and alma capture that same bit of characterization.

- i...dunno how i feel about mike's jack, if i'm honest? lucas was incredible. i think he brought just the right amount of taciturn and tender, rage and remorse to a role that needs all of that in an actor. i think mike's jack was a little...idk. too big, if you get me? like there were certain line deliveries that i felt could've been said differently, or had different emotions behind them than the ones i was picking up on. i know stage is different, so in both cases, the actors went VERY big (heath's quiet, simmering rage is a completely different beast against lucas' loud, screaming outburtsts, for example), but...idk. there was just something about mike's jack that threw me off? I told my friend that I was iffy about his performance, and without prompt she said, "I didn't like how much he laughed at everything" and I think I feel the same. For example, the "I didn't want none of either kind but fuck all has worked the way i wanted, nothing has ever come to my hand the right way" line was said really jolly, without much of a edge to it, and i think thats what's thrown me off-kilter so much. in mike's performance, i didn't feel the bitter edge to a lot of his lines that occur later on in the script that are apparent to me not only in jake gyllenhaal's performance, but in the SS text, itself.

He was technically very good and I love the silly things he'd do to get ennis to open up, but he was a little too jovial, not enough bitchy, not enough moody and sassy like jake's jack. i see a lot of jake's jack in mike's performance bc aside from a few lines about how much jack likes the rodeo, all we can really glean from either characters in the SS text is that ennis is quiet, and that jack talks a lot. im not trying to compare the two performances too much bc they are fundamentally different actors working in different mediums, but heath and jake brought a lot of dimsension into charas who could have turned out waaaay different had different actors played them and gotten in touch w different emotions within the script, so i can see how other actors could look to the film for a lot of inspo on how to go about portraying ennis and jack while trying to do their own things as well. my issue is that jack becomes very heartsick and bitter and just plain fed up with everything about his life by the time their last trip rolls around, but play!jack never let that bitterness start to show, so by the time that jack does his whole "i wish i knew how to quit you" monologue, it felt very abrupt to see him screaming and yelling and hollering at ennis like that.

i dunno, after seeing tons of ppl in the brokeback tag over the past few months saying that mike faist was their favorite jack, i was actually really expecting a lot more? but as it stands, jake gyllenhaal still reigns supreme. he captured every facet of jack twist that makes him so compelling to read and write and think about and analyze, and mike, while he was still very good, didn't do that nearly as well imho.

- the play firmly cemented to me that jack twist is just bottom coded, i guess

- some of the music hit at different scenes than i had initially thought they would?? i thought the play would end on "hale strew river" playing in the bg as *SPOILER* old!ennis holds the ghost/dream/memory version of young!jack in a mirror of the way he'd held jack by the campfire on brokeback in '63. but that was not the case. this is an instance of where my heightened expectations made the reality seem kind of disappointing in comparison. i'm also kind of sad that my other favorite song, "beneath the moon," was only featured as a diegetic recording heard on a clock radio (NOT live), and it was played during a scene between alma and ennis. Like, looking back at the lyrics it makes sense:

Why don't you take me for a stroll into the sunset

Another lonely summer's day is ending soon

Oh, let us walk another mile into the twilight

And let me be alone with you beneath the moon

But i thought that it was going to be played during a scene where another one of jack's frequent proposals of a life together gets rejected. when the soundtrack for the play was released it gave me the same vibes as "i dont want to say goodbye", one of the few original songs on the movie soundtrack, and i was POSITIVE that this was a jack-longing-for-ennis song. like, it's all about sunsets and twilight and the moon and all this outdoor imagery, and as we all know, jack and ennis are literally only together underneath the sunsets and twillight and moon! so im actually really sad it wasn't an ennis/jack moment :c

- the actor who played jack's dad played the role a lot more emotionally than i expected. movie!john is very, again, muted and quietly bitter, just like all these characters are. play!john seemed really...what i can only describe as choked up? like, he was shouting and got really riled up in his "jack used to say" monologue at ennis, and there was some disgust in there and a lot of anger, but what i actually read was more like him telling ennis "you're part of the reason why my son is gone." and then he gets up and walks away from the table, and exits the stage. it was really really heartbreaking. maybe i have a different read on the performance than what was intended, but it opens up a whole new side to john twist that i think would be interesting to explore.

- theres a few little added lines of dialogue on jack's part that are great. when they leave brokeback and are heading away in opposite directions, jack turns back around and goes "ennus-" as though he's going to make his proposal to start a life together then and there, but ennis knowingly cuts him off and says smth like "see you around, jack twist", and shakes his hand goodbye. there was another moment (the divorce admission, the rich and earl confession scene) where jack is talking about their sweet life together, and hes talking about them being in rocking chairs on their porch in front of a nice fire and ughhghf....it called to mind this line in one of my all-time fave fics, Recompense:

Couldn't set out on the porch, just set, quiet and together; there wasn't any porch, wasn't even any house, where they could be seen setting. Start hauling their canes, their bifocals, damn electric blankets, up in back of the pickup? They couldn't have that life. They couldn't have any life at all. The weight of Jack's misery, pressing all around, seemed enough to cave him in.

one i didnt like, though, was when jack and ennis are wrestling, jack gets pinned under ennis and says "sheep be damned!" before ennis kisses him in the first romantic display of affection we see bw the two. also when the sheep get mixed up, ennis has a meltdown and tells jack that aguirre will realize the counts off and put 2 & 2 together that they're fooling around, and he yells smth along the lines of their trist being "sick", and Jack says smth like, "you sure didn't seem to think it was sick this past month."

this is just a me thing honestly bc i'm kind of a SS purist in some instances, and one thing that always stuck with me is that jack and ennis never talk about the sex they're having when they're on brokeback. aside from the "im not no queer" convo, the sex wasn't even alluded to; they just "let it happen," and i think thats veryyy in-line for a character like ennis. i think jack would love to talk about it, but he doesn't wanna spook ennis away, so he keeps his mouth shut. i dont think either of them would speak, even in a roundabout way, abt their sex life when they're 19 on brokeback, and thats why the whole "redlined it all the way couldnt get here fast enough" line is so revelatory imo, bc its the first time either of them acknowledge the conscious choice theyre making to fuck. so idk. i didnt really care for the fact that they were (somewhat) openly referring to their tryst while still on brokeback

- less a note of the show and more a note of the audience, but i saw the show twice and the first night i saw it, the audience laughed at REALLY sad and serious moments that i in no way thought were laugb worthy, and i felt like maybe i was taking the work too srsly until i saw the final performance and THAT audience didnt laugh at any of those really sad moments. so i got rly irritated abt that the first night cause it wasnt even like the lines were delivered in a jokey way or anythibg....

anyways. i need to sleep. look out for some other posts cause im sure ill have more to say the longer i stew on it

#still brokeback posting #brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #heath posting

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ibunyang · 3 months ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TONTON HCS ANON AGAIN YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY WRITE ??!?!?!???!!?!?! giggling and kicking my feet reading your answer and I Demand More Please!!!!!!!!!! either more about general hcs or more about your fav skinships...... modern au...... ANYTHING.........

HELLO AGAIN ANOONNN!!!!!!!!!!!! AHDJASHDAKJ THANK YOU for letting me yap!!! i used to write, but i orphaned all the fics i made on ao3 when i was 18 or smth when i wrote them now its hard to look at it without feeling shy.. HAHAHJDHAD embarrassed i might take another shot at writing for this ship again tho HEHE

BUT ANYWAY my favorite skin ships… oh.. my favorite skinship is moleswift (soo normal about them definitely.. )

I wanna blab about them here..

< norton just got out of the mines accident and mike also just survived the fire of his circus is what i like to think for moleswift to happen, except they didnt get invited to the manor and instead found each other to somehow lift each other up.

mike who basically had nothing but the clothes on his back and the shit ton of money that Bernards untimely death gave him, hes still actively looking for the other survivors, but he found Murro and he's the one that somewhat convinced mike to give up on his quest for revenge and live life to the fullest, essentially telling him to rise from the ashes. (nod) and with this resolve he gets to doing it.

it was hard for him to give up on searching for the person he thinks is responsible for the fire, so he still has that one guy (i forgot his name rn) to search every possible corner, but at some point they did lose natalies tail. he doesnt want to say hes given up but he has no choice but to look towards the future of his own circus.

i see him as someone who always wanted to be the ringleader, and while he was already the main star of his previous one i dont think it was the same as having his own circus to run, having this chance given to him even though it was through dire circumstances was a god sent gift. so i know he gets to work finding all the acts hiring all the people, and finally his mole.

HIS MOLEE AUGDHAHGDHAD

norton has been looking for a job, sees the advert looking to hire an assistant for the circus (he probably thought of it like man power, or smth) but he takes the job he needs money, he knows how to follow the scent of money. his resume doesnt look as good as the other people being interviewed but the moment he stepped in the tent mike knew found the other half of his act.

Everyone he was interviewing didn't seem to mesh well with him, and he would like someone he could have fun with. Personal preference.

norton obviously wasnt as sure anymore at this point, since the job description was far form the work he was used to doing (and he did think it was mostly manpower for a job) but YOU KNOW he convinces him with the riches that mike already has, "i can give you more than this you know, I see you eyeing it… and Its clear to me that your greed has no filter Mr.Campbell" WITH A SMILE.

Initially Norton doesnt like how Mike is, hes bold, brazen, and thinks that everything that he wants should be fulfilled at the drop of a hat, like??? does he think he has super powers to magic up the fund for something that he wants so out of the blue? But of course Norton is as stubborn as a mole, he can and will do whatever it is thats asked of him. Hes willing to do whatever it takes to be able to prove him wrong and even sometimes surprise Swift with what he can accomplish.

"What we accomplished together." Swift would say.

Norton ignores the throb in his heart as he looks at Mike who was looking around in awe at the decorations in the main tent, thankfully with his connections from doing VARIOUS odd jobs all his life apart from mining, he has a pretty good network.

Its safe to say that I think these guys are literally two halves of a whole OTL there can never be a Swift without his Mole and vice versa !!!!!!!

Mole whos admiration turns to worship, even if he doesnt know it and Swift who cherishes him, and never wishes to part. They both helped each other reach the best outcome of their lives !!!!!!!!!! Norton having a stable job and never having to fear when he gets to eat again and Mike back in the circus where he belongs under the spotlight.

TLDR THIS IS MY FAVORITE SKINSHIP EVER.

< i joke about them being divorced husbands but honestly its more like the old married couple vibes in the long run, they banter and they yell sometimes they pull at each others hair but its all in good fun. they have a drink together with swift on moles lap as they run through the circus expenses together. (a love language) < i dont know WHEN exactly they would have gotten together. bc to me they were married from the start??? i dont know how to explain it it just happened. <mike probably just casually mentions he loves him at one point.. or something along the lines of "i want to keep you forever. I wouldnt know what to do without you by my side." and mole just assumed this was when they start dating seriously because HE is NOT leaving. EVER. < "then keep me forever" < cue MAKE OUT MUSIC. < they have a little two man act sometimes on stage, mole usually prefers to be off the stage because he doesnt want to steal swifts spotlight (where he thinks he shines brightest) < "but i shine the brightest when im with you" referring to his head light. but mole just dies on the inside i think TEEHEE

#mike morton #identity v #norton campbell #nortmike #tonton #headcanon #evetalks

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candyredmusings · 2 years ago

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Mike’s Mic Appropriately Unhinged Recap Of Pretty Little Liars Sentence Starters.

I love this video series and I have nothing else to say for myself. May update more in time as I rewatch these videos. Feel free to change pronouns/whatever you need!

I need a cross. Where’s my crosses?

The girls are truly dropping like flies in this town.

[NAME] was addicted to speed.

[NAME] .... is gay!

[NAME] slept with her teacher.

[FULL NAME]. Felon. Felon. Felon. Jail. Prison.

The more layers you scratch the more issues there are so we’re not gonna scratch!

[FULL NAME] is not seeing heaven and I’ll make sure of it.

What were their names again? Glizzy. Slime Girl. Blob. And Eminem.

Let me wear one other item of clothing, [NAME]!

[NAME] is very nice and gets along with everyone, so it’s not looking good for her ‘staying alive’ wise.

His irrelevance astounds me.

The way [NAME] was in the trenches with these crusty wigs.

[NAME] is getting increasingly shitty.

He’s largely a cringe flop.

This man is crusty I’m going to tear him a new one.

Look if you take away all the horrible, rude shit she says ... She’s an icon

Look, if I’m being honest ... That’s my bestie and she did nothing wrong. She was justified in everything that she did.

That’s my bestie and she did nothing wrong. She was justified in everything that she did.

She was justified in everything that she did.

It’s so ridiculous but it’s also just so fun if you ignore how dumb it is.

Let me move my bangs so I can read this properly.

Remember the boner phone?

Call off your techno-boytoy.

Call off your techno-boytoy or I’ll call the cops.

Someone needs to go to jail for this wig.

[NAME] minimized her slay.

Be your own techno-boytoy.

I know you wanna kisth me.

The person who has the stick gets to talk, and since I have the stick that means no more talking from you.

Why would I do this? Reason one is BECAUSE I WANT TOO!

As I was doing this and spending ridiculous amounts of hours on this and I was not getting bored I was like ‘I think something’s wrong.’

What happened here? We’ve had a casualty!

We’ve had a casualty!

If I say things like, ‘[NAME] you’re not seeing heaven’ ... It’s a joke!

[NAME] invented homophobia.

I’m doing you a public service. Slay!

Babe, just google it.

[NAME] felon of the century!

[NAME]! That’s my bestie right there!

[NAME] ... Truly a menace of the millennia.

Who plays lacrosse?

[NAME], the crust lord of the millennium.

[NAME]’s key traits are ‘fashionable, popular, and blonde.’

These girls love to sh-teal.

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous girls love SOUP.

*Coughs* liar. *Coughs* felon.

Call the ‘yass’ police!

Whoa, babe, we literally just met, and you’re already kissing me on the cheek?

This girlboss right here is the messiest.

Put the blazers down!

*Sighs* This man ...

[NAME] is dating a crusty named [NAME].

[FIRST AND LAST NAME], key words is ‘rich’ ‘asshole’ ... But also a little bit slay.

She hates [NAME] because she’s underage and poor.

[NAME] can’t fight all three of these girlbosses.

You’re going to be SOO gooped and gagged, this isn’t even the start of it!

You’re going to be SOO gooped and gagged!

This crusty ass wig.

The hair looks like shit!

Crusty wigs is a key part of [NAME]’s personality.

[NAME] has came back from Weed Rehab camp.

Our girlboss [NAME] has done some digging.

She sleeps in eyeliner. She practically has eyeliner tattooed onto her eyelids.

I-CONIC LYRICISM!

I do not condone this buffoonery.

We’re not gonna find out anytime soon-- FORGEDABOUTIT.

Girl ... You hit her with a car!

#txt #rp memes #rp prompts #sentence starters #ask prompts #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts

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zeriq-5 · 1 year ago

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[A FNAF Movie Sequel fanfic, essentially]

"Abby's return to freddy's"

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The New and improved freddy's, Abby was joyful to be back, Why wouldn't she ? It's everything she remembers but double the size ! She Just, doesn't like the New Animatronics. There's Something about them that rubs her the wrong way, she misses her friends. But they're interacting with everyone else just fine so maybe It's just her own sorrow taking over her head.

She was there for a reason however ! She was there to play with her new-ish School friend Cassie, She already heard of her before their friendship. Sometimes Mike would give her father a ride when they still worked at the mall.

She was great ! She loved wearing a red sweater, loved anything with Wolves and resonated with them a little too much, she was considered a "weirdo" for It in her past. Abby knew How that felt, so It made Cassie a much more huggable person.

While they explored the main arcade, a Kid emerged from the Ball with a toy freddy mask. It had empty eyes, the darkest eyes, that would scare anyone their own ones out. After Abby and Cassie screamed in fear, rightfully so, the kid took It off while giggling like a devilish goblin saying "Well Hello there New friend", Cassie now mad screamed "GREGORY, STOP DOING THAT".

The New kid who now had a name, Gregory. The prankster was small, bug eyed and looked like he would roll on dirt If given the opportunity to. He jumps out of the ball pit, he had a blue striped shirt and had Bear themed Band aids on his knees and right arm.

"Say, you're here to try to beat GGY on Polybius again ?" Said that Smug boy, Cassie replies "No you Dummy, I came to introduce you to Abby, that School friend i was talking about ! Remember ?". The Boy tilts Its Head, Analyzes her from top to Bottom with still the same Smug look.

"Yeah she's the one indeed ! Actually, have this as a gift !" The boy searched the Ballpit and got a toy of what looked like to be the "new" foxy, Abby felt conflicted at first but accepted Gregory's gift. It made him Smile from ear to ear.

"Awn, look at you two ! are already friends!" Cassie Said like she was talking to two dogs. Abby asked where he got It from and He says "freddy gave It to me" which immediately got Abby's attention, the animatronics seemed life-less compared to the older ones.

"Nuh uh he didn't" Said Cassie and Gregory replied "Yuh uh ! He's my buddy, we spent hours playing together yesterday", yet again the familiarity hit Abby. "The place was closed for maintenance yesterday ya liar" Said Cassie that took Gregory by surprise, he made a face not like he was caught lying but that he was caught almost saying something he shouldn't have said.

"Hey wanna play Hide-and-Seek ?!" Said Gregory, pointing towards a purple-ish arcade machine. The two girls agreed almost immediately, Hours and hours and hours passed as they played, laughing and running. Never Alone.

Abby bumps into Cassie's father when she went to get Ice cream for them, she apologized to him. He was a New Security guard, He had been fired from the mall for unknown reasons. It confused her a lot since he was a big strong man. Speaking of strength, He was carrying a box that appears to be full of masks.

"What are those for ?" She asked and he replied with his soft yet rich voice "We're having some problems with those shiny critters over there. So until it's resolved, Mr. Emily came up with a temporary solution that would still be fun to both employees and customers".

He takes a white rabbit mask with piercing red eyes from the Box, "But some of these seem old, I don't know if it was something they sold here in the past or just really everything in this company only looks like it was from 20 years ago" he put It back to the box, "I hope we don't get sued for giving conjunctivitis to someone" he said and started laughing like Young Santa Claus.

"Hope you are having fun" he said while leaving, Abby waved and screamed "thanks Uncle Fitzgerald" then also continued on her way to get Ice cream for her friends who were waiting at the arcade.

She still missed her fuzzy friends, She was Happy to be accompanied anyways. But those at the stage, the redish cheeked plastic made ones at the stage singing. Those still felt wrong.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #abby schmidt #Cassie fnaf #fnaf cassie #fnaf gregory #gregory #jeremy fritzgerald #fnaf movie #tringy talks #fanfiction

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antisociallilbrat · 2 years ago

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Freefall

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Summary: Bill Denbrough smokes his first cigarette when he’s fourteen years old.

A/N: I am someone who struggles with nicotine addiction. I've been struggling to quit but so far this time is sticking. So what do I do to help me this time? I project onto my favorite character. You've probably heard this a million times but if you have never smoked Do. Not. Start. To those who are also struggling to quit, we got this.

Bill Denbrough smokes his first cigarette when he’s fourteen years old.

Richie and Bev were smoking in their new clubhouse- courtesy of long hard hours put in by none other than Ben Hanscom. The pair were huddled together under the latch door, (at Eddie’s insistence, he has asthma!) their knees knocked together as they passed the cig back and forth. It was winter and even underground the air was brisk. A moth-eaten blanket from Mike Hanlon’s closet that was charitably donated to the clubhouse was draped across their shoulders. Eddie had already made his concerns about them catching the blanket on fire known. Richie had simply called him a worry wart and ruffled his hair. Eddie did not blush.

Bill was sitting deeper into the clubhouse, his arm lazily draped around the shoulders of Stanley Uris as the boy was deeply invested in the story of Mice and Men. Bill and Stan weren’t a couple, not yet anyways, but they also weren’t just friends. That aspect no longer scared Bill as it used to. When he used to force his mind to keep picturing burning red hair instead of golden curls in his dreams.

Now he just doesn’t care- he fought a space clown, it’s hard to bring yourself to care about social norms after that. They’re not dating, but it’s unspoken that they will- sooner than later. At fourteen (Stan at just thirteen) it feels like he has all the time in the world, and he knows what he has with Stan will last forever so there’s no need to rush it along. Or maybe that’s just what the mind of a fourteen-year-old boy tells himself.

Mike was flipping through a magazine, casually looking up to smile at his friends, and Ben and Eddie were working on a lego tower that Ben had gotten for an early Christmas present from his aunt. Bill’s eyes kept drifting back to Richie and Bev. They were now sharing a new cigarette, having discretely thrown the butt of their last one in the corner when Eddie wasn’t looking.

Richie’s magnified eyes met Bill's and the corners of his lips turned up into a Cheshire grin. One that always meant that their Trashmouth was up to mischief. Rich took a hit, white smoke clouding his face on the exhale, and dangled the cig out in his direction, “Wanna hit Big Bill ?” he teased.

Up until now Bill always declined. No particular reason, just never felt like it. But now Richie is challenging him and he’s never known how to back down from a challenge. He fought a fucking space clown. And honestly, he supposed that it was inevitable that he’d take Richie or Bev up on the offer one of these days. A guarantee that would happen no matter how much he put it off. Like dating Stan.

Bill looked to Stan who was now looking up from his book. He raised his eyebrows silently asking ‘Will you be mad?’.

Stan was always great at reading Bill so he just rolled his eyes and muttered “It’s your lungs, do what you want,” and went back to reading.

So Bill reached out for the cig between Richie’s fingers with poorly painted black nails. Part of him was a little eager to see what all the fuss was about. Bev and Richie love to smoke so it has to be enjoyable, right?

He wasn’t expecting the horrible taste and barrage of coughing that happened when took his first real hit. Eddie panically smacked him on the back while he was coughing thinking he was helping while Richie laughed his ass off.

That poor experience didn’t stop him from turning down the next times he was offered a cigarette. The second one sucked still, the third one less so, and by the fourth, he was able to smoke one without making a fool of himself. He never stopped to think about the significance of training your body how to smoke.

By the time he turned fifteen Bev started sneaking him whole packs like she did Richie. He didn’t consider himself a smoker- he never smoked when he was alone- but there was a certain satisfaction that came with pulling out his own pack when he smoked with Bev and Richie. Somewhere along the way, he discovered that he preferred Marlboro Menthols to Bev and Richie’s Camels. Richie called him a pansy for smoking them but he didn’t care.

At the age of sixteen smoking plain old cigarettes went to the back burner of his mind. Sixteen was the age of high school parties and underage drinking. Most of the parties the Losers weren’t invited to but they showed up anyway. Free beer was there.

Why would he smoke cigarettes when he could drink beer? Richie would smoke when he was drunk, saying it “Enhanced the experience,” but soon Bill discovered something called Mary Jane and Richie agreed that that went much better with alcohol. So did Stan, surprisingly. Although Stan always stayed away from cigarettes the rare times they were offered.

At one point, Bill’s brief fling with cigs was completely forgotten. Stan didn’t want to kiss him when his mouth smelled like an ashtray and Bill was too hormonal to not kiss Stan. He’d much rather smoke a joint with Stan and make out with him in the back of his silver pickup truck. Roaming teenage hands wandering as far as they dared go.

Then, suddenly, Bill wasn’t a teenager anymore. He was an adult at college. One who quickly realized he could not go to class stoned if he had any hope to pass. He did give the whole college thing an honest go before he eventually dropped out. It was one of those inevitable things again.

When he was in college he was desperate for anything to take an edge off the tension without losing focus so he picked up smoking again. It wasn’t a big deal; even Stan understood. He smoked more when projects were due and he smoked less on the weekends when he had alcohol and Stan to take the edge off.

One night, mainly out of curiosity (he’s seen it in movies) after he had fucked Stan good and hard on their twin-sized mattress in their dorm room, he smoked a cigarette. He stood by their cracked window in just his tighty-whities and watched Stan snore softly underneath their duvet. The nicotine in the cigarette only added to his smug satisfaction that he fucked Stan so good that he passed out afterwards. The movies were right, smoking after sex is good. It slowly became a more common thing for Bill, to smoke after sex- much to Stan’s dismay. Thankfully he was usually a sleep when Bill did it.

As time tends to do, it moved quickly and Bill found himself at twenty-two, a college dropout with a new golden wedding band on his finger, and finishing up his second novel. His first one was a commercial success so the demand was high for him to hurry up and get a second one out.

Except…this one wasn’t coming to him as easily as the first one did. The characters were too bricked in or they were too loose. The plot was riddled with holes and the bandaids he’d patch over them would just add more.

He found himself smoking more and more but he was too frustrated by the lack of progress on his story that he didn’t notice. It was lucky for Stan that Bill liked to write on the screened-in back porch of their new, quaint, starter home. He could often find Bill sitting back there, typing away on his laptop, a furrow in his brown and a cigarette dangling between his lips.

Eventually, his second book was written and published. It was an all-around flop. A flop that was quickly forgotten when Bill got a second wind for writing and published his third not too long after. That one went on to be adapted into a movie, which like the book, was a critical success.

The life of Hollywood called to him as he went from Bill Denbrough, a humble writer from Derry Maine, to Bill Denbrough, the Master of Horror.

There were awards and interviews. Dinners with big-time celebrities and articles fruitlessly trying to slander his name. His darling Stan who ran his own accounting firm followed him through this. It didn’t matter if he was dining with The Audra Phillips for a promotion of his next book turned movie, what mattered to him was that Stan was at home waiting for him.

Stanley managed their income and Bill would even dare say he enjoyed the extra money Bill’s books supplied them with. They had a new home with enough bedrooms for each of the Losers to stay in when they visited and then some. Plush carpets and velvet drapes. Stanley Uris deserved a lavish life and Bill Denbrough was more than happy to give it to him.

The only thing Stan worried about, often remembering how Bill was back in high school, was that Bill would fall into hard drugs. It was a promise he made Bill make- and he kept it. Except for the one time when at an after-party for some awards show an author he respected came up to him and offered to snort lines of coke with him. The author said everyone who's good at writing snorts coke.

Afterward, he felt like shit. Mainly for breaking his promise to Stan and partly because the drug left him feeling physically ill. His love a fair with cocaine was over before it even began.

Smoking cigarettes still followed him though. By the time he was thirty, he had tried to quit numerous times. Each time was unsuccessful. He just never even considered it an addiction in the first place.

He didn’t get addicted to coke and he barely smoked weed anymore. Hell, Stan smoked weed more often than he did, and that was primarily because Stan smoked to help his headaches. Even with drinking Bill never had a problem with it. He would go months (albeit accidently because he was too busy writing his next novel) without an ounce of alcohol entering his system.

Nicotine was just a different story. He used it to cope. A good reason but at this point he smoked almost every chance he got; he’d never admit how many cigs he went through in a day. His lungs hurt. Every cold season he caught the flu because smoking had caused his immune system to go to shit. He had veneers because he didn’t want to have to deal with the effects that smoking would cause on his teeth.

Bev and Richie had both quit a while ago. Richie vaped but even that was rarely now. Bill was the only one still hooked. He was still in the clubhouse reaching for his first cigarette.

He had tried everything that was out there to help him quit. Apps, journals, breathing exercises, going cold turkey, the patch, medication, nothing worked. He often denied this but he really was a stubborn man so each failure to quit stressed him and made him frustrated. This just gave him the urge to smoke. A vicious cycle.

Stan had started whispering about babies. A happy surprise for Bill who always wanted to be a dad. Eddie and Richie had a baby girl via surrogacy named Myra and Bill has seen the way Stan looked at the happy family.

Babies were a big fucking deal but Stan told him plainly that they would not push forward with it if Bill could not quit smoking. He would not bring a child into this world with Bill if he was just going to die of cancer a couple of years down the line. Stan couldn’t do that to their kid.

It was the first time Stan had ever stated Bill needed to quit. His Stanley knew exactly when to push Bill and when to lay back. The promise of kids with the man he loved was his final push to quit.

The longest he managed to ever quit before was two weeks so he at least knew what to expect. It’s what happened after those two weeks that hit him like a horse. Smokers flu. He honestly thought he was dying. After so many years of his body on nicotine, the withdrawal was a bitch. He sweated more than he thought a human could. Nausea would wrack his stomach at the worst times and his chest felt physically tight. Signs that his body was working the nicotine out of his system.

Stan didn’t know- and would never know- but Bill almost gave in around the one-month mark. He almost snuck out to go buy a pack while Stan was away for the weekend. What stopped him was the brochure for surrogacy programs he found on Stan’s desk. Bill went back into the living room and gorged himself on Junior Mints instead.

One month turned into three. There were points where he wanted to break down and smoke again but now he had a distraction. A surrogate by the name of Patty Blum was pregnant with his and Stan’s first child. They both ‘donated’ so they didn’t know who the biological father was. It didn’t matter to them.

When he got the urge to smoke, he went into their nursery and worked on painting the elaborate mural of birds they were going to have behind the crib. He folded baby clothes and online shopped for binkies.

As the months went on and despite the distractions of his oncoming child, the urge to smoke was still there but so was the sense of newness. He could go up a flight of stairs without breaking into a sweat. He could smell the roses from Stan’s rose garden. He didn’t tire out immediately after having sex with Stan. His lungs felt better. He felt like a new person.

The few times though, when the urge to smoke was overbearing, he would pull out the ultrasound of their unborn daughter. He would trace the nubs of her knees and the roundness of her head and he would whisper to her “I’m not going anywhere peanut.” His daughter isn’t going to have the tragic story of a dad who could not quit smoking and died of cancer.

A year after he quit smoking he was sitting in the nursery, rocking his daughter who was only days old and bundled up in a pink blanket. Georgia May Denbrough cooed softly in her sleep. She looked so much like Stan, and that didn’t bother Bill. It just made him love her more. More than he ever loved smoking.

Bill Denbrough was thirty-one years old when he held his daughter in his arms for the first time.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Much love!

#bill denbrough #stan uris #stanley uris #stenbrough #stanbrough #bev marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #reddie #it 2017 #it chp 2

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jewish-elphaba · 2 years ago

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explain ~newsies~ pls

*kissing you on the mouth /p*

also I've listened to audios of newsies so much that I have most of the show memorized :p (thanks mike faist)

also im warning you this is super long so um yeah i’ll do a part two for the second act just send me another ask lmao

the show opens with a killer overture like I swear that shit fucks SO hard. and then crutchie gets up and tries to go downstairs (they're on top of the newsies lodging house) and jack is like bro. slow your roll. it is the buttcrack of dawn. and crutchie's like but jeck I wanna look strong so I don't get thrown in the refuge. and then he almost dies bc he falls down the ladder.

and then jack is like slow down and look around. guess what. I'm going to move to santa fe, and all my problems will be solved. if you come with me, all your problems will be solved.

ok so now it's ~actually~ time to wake up.

albert: I had the most amazing dream; my lips are still tingling!

race: a pretty girl??

al (gay gay gay): a leg of lamb *snatches cigar*

race: hEY thats My cigAr

and then all the newsies sing a nd dance about how they are newsies and they sell newspapers and sometimes it's hot and sometimes it's cold and sometimes it rains and sometimes it's very hard. and then they see the headline for the day and it's the trolley strike for the third week in a row. which is. boring. also jack tries to flirt with a girl on the street and fucking crahses and burns lmao

then all the newsies make fun of weisel and then a new kid rolls up wait sorry what did you say? oh, woops, sorry, he’s new too :)

lo and behold, its davey and les jacobs! davey asks for 20 newspapers, but oscar accidentally only gives him 19 on account of he can’t count to twenty with his shoes on. then jack offers to buy him more papes and davey goes I am NOT a fucking charity case. oh and also they become selling partners and then they do the spit handshake thing and davey’s gay ass is like “thats d i s g u s t i n g”

SCENE CHANGE!!!!!

pulitzer is losing money bc the headline fucking sucks and so he’s like, ok business assossiate, token female, and queer coded hairdresser, how can we sell more papers. and when none of them get the answer right, he reveals that the best way to do it is to ✨exploit the children✨ so they raise the newsies’ paper price by ten cents, which is a Lot. and he has the audacity to say that they’ll thank him.

ok we’re back to the newsies nwo and david is trying to sell a pape and he is Not Good At It. so jack grabs it and just fucking lies about the headline and sells the paper. and then les also sells a pape by pretending to be a poor orphan boy and being cute and shit (oh btw hes nine (almost ten) did i mention that?) and then they’re like jack do you wanna come eat with us and our parents? our dad got fired bc he got hit by a car, and this is exposition! adn jack is like oh um no thanks i got a date with a guy (in a totally straight not bisexual way ofc) adn les sees a spooky man and goes IS THAT HIM!? and the answer is nO

so they run away from spooky man and wind up at a theater, and then they exploit the new kid trope to give exposition to the viewers that that was sneider the spider, and he runs a jail for underage kids called the Refuge, and for every kid he nabs, he gets money straight to his pocket. woooo new kid trope

and then medda larkin arrives and is like i spy with my little eye a bunch of fucking children get the fuck out and then jack is like even me??? and she goes Oh. nvm. sorry love.take your time. also, thank you for painting very pretty picture i am saying this because the author needs a way to introduce you as an artist who paints backdrops for me <3 and then she sings a song about how shes so rich that whatever she touches rises (thats a dick joke by the way) and jack goes up to watch from a private box.

so he gets to the private box and there is someone in there and its the girl he failed at flirting with earlier and she’s like ...what the hot and crispy fried fuck are you doing in my private box you bitchboy i am a reporter who is doing reporting things and i am Not in the habit of speaking with strangers. and jack is like then why the fuck are you a reporter. and then he draws her on a newspaper while he sings a very bisexual song about love at first sight, and then he leaves the pape in the box and splits.

ok so it’s the very next day and oh good lord look at the new newsies price

so the newsies are like ya no that aint gonna fly and so jack is like lets do something! and davey goes oh shit you mean a strike? and jack is like fuck dude what an idea lets have a strike and davey’s like WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID LIKE A STRIKE WE ARE NOT FUCKING GOING ON STRIKE. also you’re not a union :p

davey: you arent a union

jack: waht if i says we is

davey: you need to do things to be a union. you need a membership

the rest of the newsies: so are we fucking chopped liver?

davey: well you also need leaders n shit

crutchie: jack said gather round and everyone listened. do you know what it takes to get finch to listen to instructions?

davey: umm. how about a statement of purpose

jack: guess fucking what. if your dad had a union, he would still be employed

davey: oh shit your right. guess we’re a union now

okokok so now they’re a union and they sing a song about how they will make the world (hehe get it bc the planet and also the newspaper lmao) know that they are not taking any of this bullshit and there’s a whole thing about not having hats but they literally. all have hats. so umm. yeah.

ok so they’re now at jacobis for water and jewish representation and they’re like ok now we gotta spread the word. and it turns out that everyone is afraid of brooklyn bc spot conlon. so jack is like ok me and davey will do it and davey is like tf we are and then girl from before is back and is like why tf are yall afraid of brooklyn. and its because they are all homosexual for the brooklyn newsies. and because its the third largest city in the world. and she’s like okie dokie. so.

reporter girl: i’m a reporter. may i pplease... report you???

all of the newsies: no we want a man

reporter girl: there is not a man on this earth who is going to give a fuck about this rn so take what you can get.

newsies:

reporter girl: pwease :3

newsies: ok cool

and then the newsies leave and jack and the girl stick around for a sec and jeck is like what even is your name bro and she goes I'm katherine. plumber (?). and he's like you do not sound too sure of that miss girl and she's like its my pen name. you'll need that information later in the story *wink* and jack is like ok. write it good. :) and then kath has like a whole as breakdown where she's like this kid is a fucking tool but I gotta write it good.

ok so it's the next day and none of the other newsies are showing up to the strike bc brooklyn wants to wait until the manhattan newsies have proven they won't be scared cats. but they still do the strike, and they get the scabs to do it too. and then kathy gets a really nice picture, and then the police show up and fucking demolish them. and they get crutchie and drag him off to the refuge :((( and then jack makes it back to the lodging house and he's so fucking pissed and he sings about santa fe and how he deserves better (he does fyi)

okie dokie I think it's pretty clear I am incapable of being normal about newsies, so I'll do a part 2 if you like :) for now tho, this is really fucking long...

#moth explains a musical #newsies

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drunktuesdays · 2 years ago

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SEX ENTERTAINER

Okay, i don't really wanna put this on this nice person's post so i'm making my own but i'm fully gonna have forty-seven absolute conniptions about this video and how easy it is to imagine a fic set in the magic mike universe where actually the rest of JAS are strippers and jericho is occupying the dallas role, like he's kind to daniel when it serves him to be but mostly he's exploiting the shit out of him because he knows how many people come to see daniel so regularly. and matt and jeff are daniel's beautiful dummy stripper friends who guided him when he first started in Jericho's Ass Spectacular club

and then lil baby yuta comes with a bunch of friends, partially as a joke. maybe it's his 21st birthday, maybe it's someone's bachelor party, who cares. it's just not usually his whole deal but he's fascinated by daniel's performance and blushes furiously when daniel sits in his lap. and then somehow they all end up at a bar after, and daniel's living faster and harder than yuta is and yuta's like "listen, i'm a wrestler, i don't have a normal life either and i get it as much as anyone ever can, but literally i can't stay up with you until 3am every night spending sweaty ones on bottle service" and daniel's like don't judge me for how i live my life!!!!!

probably daniel has to sexily build some furniture about it and 2.0 are like "if you're not happy, we're not happy.......you don't have to do this forever......" and eventually daniel garcia comes to yuta and is like "look, your job is important to you, and my job is important to me. but there's space in the middle.......i can strip and do sexy dancing to fleece rich men and bachelorette's out of their money. and you can travel with your violence club. but we can still make this work......." and they do. BABES???? THEY DO.....DANIEL GARCIA GOES OUT TO THE TAMPA STRIP CLUBS AND PUTS ON THE PERFORMANCE OF HIS LIFE AND HUMPS A CHAIR, THE STAGE, HALF THE CROWD, THE CEILING, EVERYTHING. and then sometimes he smiles at his coworkers and waves them off and goes home and crawls into bed with his sweet little boyfriend and they r so happy. also daniel garcia wins jada pinkett smith's stripper tournament, the end.

#wrestling #MY WORK

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local-redhead-bookworm · 2 years ago

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@billyhargrovens oh harringrove AU where billy is a selkie and neil has his skin and steve finds out

This got away from me. I was going to just ramble in the tags, but it turned into a full fic and I wanted to give it its own post. I didn’t write this as expressly romantic, and I’m not really a Harringrove shipper, I just really loved the concept. Take this however you want.

Word count: 2107

TW/CW: implied/referenced abuse in regard to both Billy and his mom, some swearing

“All right, Max, don’t forget that Mike’s hosting game night tomorrow,” Steve called through the Beemer’s open window as Max reached the front door.

“Wait, hold on, I have a comic to give back to Dustin.” She darted inside.

Steve sighed and turned off the car. He didn’t know how long it would take Max to find said comic, and he didn’t want to wait in the car wasting gas.

He hadn’t seen the inside of the Hargrove-Mayfield house before. Steve knew he was rich by most standards, but he couldn’t help but see just how beat up everything was. The furniture was dinged up, the walls needed a repaint, and the trim was separating from the wall. And those were just some of the surface things. He walked down the hall to wait outside Max’s door until she was done. That should have been the end of it.

But he’d gotten bored and glanced across the hall. Max’s parents’ bedroom, he guessed. But he could see a tuft of golden hair behind the side of the bed and just as it always did, curiosity got the better of Steve Harrington.

He tiptoed into the room, and sure enough, the gold hair belonged to Billy, who was holding something that looked kind of like a blanket. He hadn’t wrapped it around himself, he was just holding it with a near-reverence. He didn’t notice Steve’s approach until a floorboard creaked, then his head snapped toward the intruder, eyes wide with something that Steve thought might be fear. Once he recognized Steve, his expression shifted to rage. He dropped the blanket— but it wasn’t a blanket, it looked more like an animal pelt. Steve had never taken Billy for a hunting man, and why would one of his trophies be in someone else’s room?

All those thoughts raced through Steve’s head that he didn’t notice Billy had moved until Steve’s back met the wall. The pain brought him back to the present, and Billy’s eyes were blazing, his hands clenched around Steve’s shirt collar.

“Get. Out,” Billy spat through clenched teeth. His voice was filled with anger, but Steve could have sworn he saw a tear glimmer in the other boy’s eye.

He pushed Billy off of him and stormed out into the hall to wait for Max with her stupid comic book. The back of his head throbbed dully.

After a few minutes, Billy exited the room and shut the door behind him, shooting a venomous glare at Steve as he passed him. Max shouted in triumph and emerged from her room holding Dustin’s comic, which was surprisingly but fortunately not torn.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed it to him. “You might wanna go before Billy sees you.”

Steve laughed quietly. “A little late for that.”

“Do I need to get the bat?” Max asked, fists clenching as she glared toward a door he assumed was Billy’s.

“No, don’t bother, it wasn’t a big deal.” Steve wasn’t sure why he was defending Billy, but for some reason he didn’t want Max to go after the guy again, bat swinging. Maybe it was that moment of fear he’d seen when Billy realized he was there.

Steve drove back to his house with his mind whirling.

———

When game night arrived, Steve was as usual playing chauffeur to Dustin. Normally, he would have just dropped the kid off and killed time until he had to take him home, but this time he had a question to ask the rest of the kids.

The kids were all crowded around the table. Will had on a wizard costume that Steve was pretty sure Joyce handmade, and El was inspecting one of the dice. The group sent up a cheer when they saw that Dustin had arrived.

Steve tapped Will on the shoulder and, to avoid being heard by the rest of the group, he quietly asked, “Can I talk to you in private for a second?”

Will nodded and the two retreated to the furthest corner of the basement.

“What do you know about magical creatures with animal skins?” Steve asked. “Don’t ask me why, it’s just a hunch.”

“Okay.” The Byers boy nodded and started listing things off on his fingers. “Well, you have some versions of werewolves and other were-species, you have some people who were cursed, you have selkies—”

“Wait, what’s a selkie?” Steve interrupted.

“Selkies are people who can turn into seals. Sometimes they’re a type of mermaid, but that’s,” Will made a vague gesture, “pretty rare. They usually stay in seaside areas, but there are a lot of stories about people forcing selkies, typically female ones, to live on land by hiding their skins.”

“What if the selkie found the skin?” Steve asked.

“Usually once they find their skin, they go back to the sea and are never heard from again. I’ve read a few stories where the person who stole the coat has to voluntarily return the coat to the selkie, but that’s pretty rare.” Will looked at Steve with consideration. “Why the sudden interest?”

Steve leaned in close to Will and lowered his voice. “Would you think I was crazy if I told you I thought I’d found a selkie in Hawkins?”

Will shook his head. “I’ve seen way too much to think anyone’s crazy in this town,” he said with a sad smile.

“And how would I, hypothetically, know if someone was a selkie?”

“Well,” the smaller boy thought for a few seconds before replying. “The easiest way would be to find their pelt, but that’s tricky. They often smell like the ocean and they’re usually really great swimmers. In some legends their hair never dries or they have webbed fingers.”

“Thanks, kid. You’ve been a real help.” With that, Steve grabbed his jacket and exited the basement.

———

It made so much sense. California being a coastal state, the way Billy would smell like salt when he got up close during basketball practice, how easily he took to the water at the Hawkins high pool and how he had applied for a lifeguard position.

Steve drove back to the house on Cherry. Thankfully the driveway was empty, but Steve still opted to climb in through Max’s window rather than break and enter. He made his way to the master bedroom and dug around under the bed until he found a box that looked right. It was like an old chest, with metal bindings and a few barnacles encrusted on one of the corners. Not super out of place for a former Californian, but still suspicious enough.

The coat looked like it would have been big enough for Billy to wrap it around himself with ease, and Steve’s fingers buzzed where he touched the pelt. There was something powerful about it, and Steve felt like he could almost hear crashing waves and the crying of gulls, sounds he had only heard once when his parents had taken him to the beach, before they were too busy for their son.

It crossed Steve’s mind to wrap the pelt around himself, but he immediately rejected the thought. The fact that he was holding it felt like enough of an invasion of privacy as it was. This pelt seemed almost sacred.

He hadn’t heard a car pull up, or the front door unlock, or the steps that came down the hall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Billy’s voice brimmed with anger.

Steve turned to face him, a wide and probably dumb-looking grin on his face. “You’re a selkie!”

The anger on Billy’s face faltered, replaced by a look of shock and, there it was again, fear. He stalked forward and it seemed like he was about to snatch the pelt out of Steve’s hands, but instead his hand just hovered above it for a moment, then ran lightly over it. His hand stayed there for a few seconds, then Billy dropped it and all traces of anger vanished from his face. He looked wrung out, and the gesture had seemed almost like a goodbye.

“Fine.” His voice was quieter than Steve had ever heard it, and it cracked on that single word. “You’ve got me.”

Billy sat down on the bed with his head hung low. “What do you want, Harrington? Sunken treasure? Good sailing weather? We’re pretty damn landlocked, last time I checked.” He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and his tense body gave off the impression of a tightly coiled spring.

“What are you doing here in Hawkins?”

Billy stared at him in confusion. “Out of all the questions you could ask, you pick that one?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged. “Like you said, you’re pretty landlocked, and I thought selkies stayed near the coast. Why haven’t you left?”

Billy laughed softly, but it was tinged with sadness. “That’s a long story, Harrington.”

Steve settled back onto the bed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna, but I’ve got time.”

Billy took a long, deep breath and nodded.

———

“My mom was a selkie too,” Billy began. “I don’t know what she ever saw in Neil, but she left the sea, married him, and had me.”

His expression turned sad. “I think it was shortly after I was born that the bastard stole her pelt. She used to go swimming with me, but I don’t think I ever saw her in her seal form more than ten times in my life.

“I was about ten years old when she decided she’d put up with enough of his shit.” he grimaced. “The older I got, the more bruises it seemed like she had. She threw a plate at him one night. She was black and blue the next morning, and she came to my room before the sun was up. I was barely awake at the time, and she left me this.” He held up the silver necklace that Steve had seen him always wear. “She took her pelt and she was gone.”

Steve shifted awkwardly where he was seated. If he was dealing with one of the kids, he would have pulled them in for a hug, but he didn’t think that would go over super well with Billy.

“After that, Neil took my pelt and hid it. I didn’t know where it had gone until a little before we moved to this shithole. I found my pelt and I think Neil expected me to just fuck off into the ocean and never come back, but I couldn’t just leave Max here. But anyway, he figured out that I’d found my pelt and a week later we were packed and moving here. And I expect you know the rest.”

———

Billy sat back, his eyes glistening with tears as he stared at the pelt that lay between them. “There, Harrington. Now you know my big secret, what are you gonna do with it?”

“I could keep it safe for you,” Steve said so quietly that Billy barely heard it.

“What?”

Words began to spill out of Steve’s mouth. “Just hear me out, okay? If you don’t want your old man to get his hands on it, I could keep it at my house. No one’s ever home except for me, so it’d be totally safe, and I wouldn’t lock it away or anything. And if you ever decide you want it back, or to just check on it, I’d be fine with that.”

A few tears slid down Billy’s face, but he was wearing probably the first genuine smile Steve had ever seen from him.

“All right, Harrington, I’m gonna trust you with this.” His voice was ragged as he folded up the pelt and stroked it for a moment. “Keep it safe for me, all right?”

Steve nodded as he accepted the pelt when Billy handed it to him. He had reached the front door when he turned around and said, “you know, I have a pool in my yard. It hasn’t been used in a while, but it’s pretty private so if you ever decide you wanna go for a swim, just drop on by.”

Billy nodded and smiled, and Steve could have sworn he heard a quiet “thanks” before the door closed between them.

———

When Steve made it home, he put the pelt into the chest of drawers in his room. Safe, but not locked away, just like he had promised.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, he dreamt of Billy, swimming and diving with a smile as bright as the light reflecting off the water. Further out in the ocean, a grey seal watched over him.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #max mayfield #steve harrington #will byers #stranger things fanfic #my writing #my posts #tw abuse mention #tw implied abuse #tw abuse

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sundrop-tetsu · 3 years ago

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I saw your Micheal post and thought it was a pretty sweet idea,

People tell me that I remind them of the season Autumn and that's my name although I don't see it. I go by Moth or Skye around my friends and I guess you could say I'm a dork. I like rpg horror games considering it's basically puzzle games with multiple endings. I'm a former emo, now punk though I've always been a hippy sorta since high school.

I deal with anxiety and depression and have used art [drawing, dancing, singing] to cope though as of late it's just been hard to motivate myself.

I understand if you don't get around to this ask but I hope you have a good day or night wherever you are <3

“I may not be your first but.. let me be your last” - michael

first meeting

you met michael in high school senior year

well- not met per se-

sitting on the school roof, you were currently drawing a bit to help your anxiety calm itself down; unfortunately, you caught sight of mike and his friends walking towards the entrance and could hear their conversation

“can it, gabriel. I don’t want to hear you say that again, she’s a woman. you don’t hurt women” michael could be heard growling

“ha! you’re getting weak, mike. she’s anything a woman, she’s a little bitch who we need to take care of. she didn’t have any right to slap me the way she did”

“sounds like gender envy. if you were so worried about a woman being stronger than you, you should’ve just said so”

their heads quickly shot up to your spot and you panicked. you didn’t mean to say that out loud, you were just angry about the words that came out of gabriel’s mouth

needless to say, michael was very impressed. not only by your insult and attitude but by your fashion sense as well

“nice one, roof top babe!” he yelled back at you with a smile

embarrassed by your actions, your anxiety forced you to get up and run off. mike called after you but you didn’t respond. and honestly, that was the last time he had saw you

asking you out

throughout high school, michael was never interested in dating or getting to know someone

he’d been asked before if he had ever been interested in someone and in pure honesty, he talked about you, roof top babe. he didn’t know your name since he never got the opportunity to talk to you. he did remember hearing someone call you skye but he didn’t wanna assume it was your name

currently, he was getting some ice cream for him and charlie who he had taken to the park for some fresh air

“Can I have two cones of mint chocolate chip, please? Two scoops on each” he gave his pretty smile to the ice cream truck guy

when he got his order and paid for it, he turned only to meet someone’s chest as ice cream fell on them

“ah jesus, I’m really sorry about that” he apologized before looking up

“oh, no worries. I should’ve backed up, I’m standing a bit too close” you chuckled nervously

you looked familiar to him. like, really familiar to him, he knew that he’s seen you somewhere before

he blinked before finally realizing who you were

“roof top babe?” he asked, unsure if it really was you

you blinked confusingly, you hadn’t heard those three words in a long while. in fact, you only heard them once and the person who said them was-

“michael afton?” you questioned

“it’s so great to see you again. I’ve been wondering where roof top babe went off to” mike chuckled

you groaned embarrassingly before nervously smiling at him, “I’m sorry about what I said back then. I wasn’t thinking, he just upset me”

“don’t worry about it. I agreed with you anyway. gabriel was a huge jerk”

“pfft- sounds like you needed better friends”

“that’s rich coming from ms. runaway. what did you think I wanted?” mike gave you a small smirk

“you wish we were friends.” you teased back

somehow michael made you feel comfortable. your anxiety would normally cut in during a conversation but.. mike felt safe. it was like conversing with an old lover

“well actually I wish we were more than friends”

“that was um.. what I’m trying to say is. I think it’s fate that we’ve met again. Would you like to.. go out sometime?”

his honesty made you quickly heat up. you admit you did think michael was attractive back in high school, and even now, he grew up into an even handsomer man. but you couldn’t help but think, why you?

you weren’t going to let your anxiety take control of this situation. a cute guy was asking you out, and this guy already seemed so great. so the words that left your mouth were, “yes. I’d like that”

things he loves about you

you get interested in rpg horror games and it can become intense in the sense of you thinking long and hard about the lore behind the game or solving the puzzles; he loves how cute you are when you’re playing

he’s caught you dancing around the apartment at times. honestly mike has never really seen a human being dance, only animatronics. so it’s a nice surprise to come home to your partner dancing; he loves watching you dance

you’ve been honest to michael about your depression and anxiety and he can relate entirely since he himself as them. comfort goes both ways but you’re always so honest about what you’re feeling; he loves your honesty

michael likes to sing (mostly soft music types). so when he heard you singing the other day in your shared bedroom, he was so excited since he thought the two of you could sing a duet; he loves your voice, thinks your vocals are beautiful

mike can draw too! ha, no he can’t. but he does use it as a coping mechanism just like you do. It’s peaceful even if his drawings aren’t exactly.. good. he just likes that it gives you both an activity to die together, plus you’re really good at it; he loves watching you calm down by drawing with him

you once told him about formerly being emo. mike blinked confusingly not believing you until you showed him actual proof. he likes dressing up in your old emo clothes, often says that they look better on him than you; he loves hearing stories about you

you’ve told him that it’s been hard to motivate yourself lately even though you’ve tried your best. mike doesn’t want either of you to give up from feeling better so he’s often the one to suggest new activities to do together; he loves that you’re willing to try something new

meeting his family

his family died. they’re dead 😬

all mike really has left is henry and charlie and he considers them family even if they’re not blood related

you were really nervous to meet them. but you’re always hearing good things about henry and charlie so at least they would be nice (hopefully-)

mike had suggested meeting them over dinner at their house and you agreed

when the two of you arrived, it smelled so wonderful. henry was definitely a good cook. at the door, a 15 year old girl ran towards michael, happy to see him. and henry greeted mike as if he was his son who he hadn’t seen in years

henry really likes you. he thinks you’re seriously cool and the way you and michael “met” in high school is the best thing ever to him. he was sad to hear that you’re also dealing with anxiety and depression and gave you a few tips that he mentioned helps him and mike

charlie loves you even more. michael being the only brother she’s technically had, she can be protective of him when she wants to be. (there’s a reason people never asked him out-) but you seemed to genuinely care for mike and even brought her and their dad a nice gift. yea, you’re nice, kind, pretty, she wants you to marry him

after his disappearance

you felt numb for a while

genuinely, you couldn’t believe he was missing

you first showed up at henry’s house, telling them about the situation. henry wouldn’t let you leave after that, telling you that clara, michael’s mother, died after going driving while she was upset

most of your days were spent sitting in michael’s old room, staring at his childhood pictures that were taped onto his wall

charlie walked in once. just like you, she had lost someone important to her. and she knew that somehow, you and her could comfort each other

she sat by your side and played with her fingers, looking up at the same pictures you were staring at

“michael didn’t always make the best decisions when he was younger..” she started, “.. but I know he didn’t deserve this”

you stayed quiet for a while before slowly nodding, “mike was truly a douche when he was younger” you chuckled, thinking about the times you would see him causing trouble

charlie laughed as well, “it seems as if you’ve gotten the pleasure of seeing that chaos”

“hey,” you whispered to her, “we both miss that idiot. crying about it on our own will only worsen our pain”

she nodded in agreement, “skye. michael cared about you. and he cared about me. in situations like these, we need to care more about each other”

“we’ll be alright, charlie” you whispered as you wrapped your arm around her shoulder, “michael would want us to be alright”

☀︎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I wanted this one to be an au where charlie wasn’t killed or put out into the rain. it ended nicely, hope u liked it anon!!

side note: when given little information personality and hobby wise, one has to improvise T ^ T that was me during the “things he loves about you” since it’s seven points and I wanted to keep it at seven

wanna know how I see a relationship with vou and a specific character? :) detailed matchups are now available 😌✨

#amelia’s mike afton matchups <3 #amelia matchups <3 #michael afton #fnaf michael afton #michael afton x you #michael afton x reader #afton fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf #afton family #henry emily #charlie emily

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vennilavee · 4 years ago

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love lockdown (7)

pairing: levi x reader summary: an anniversary spent together, and an old memory. warnings: wine, cursing, suggestive content, feelings of insecurity, smut (levi gets pegged)- 18+!!! word count: 4.3k a/n: based off of several asks you guys sent me hehe (the ones about the sweater curse, and tbah couple being the winery couple) tbah masterlist

Levi has been knitting for a long time, for years now, since a little before his mother had gotten sick. His mother had been the one to teach him- she had tried to even as a young boy, but he hadn’t really paid attention to it until he was older. He remembers how happy she had been when he had woven his first wool scarf. It’s been several years since his mother passed away, but he still keeps his knack for knitting alive and well.

Besides, it’s a way for him to feel close to his mother.

Levi has his favorite techniques tucked away in his brain and his favorite types of fabrics tucked away in a royal blue box in the corner of his linen closet. His trusty knitting needles also sit in the same box. It’s been a while since he had taken them out.

But he has decided that he’s going to knit you a thick blanket. Who better than to knit a blanket for anyway?

Once you and Levi begin to rack up anniversaries, Levi feels the need to do something different. Neither of you had celebrated monthly anniversaries because you felt no reason to (other than a nice candlelit dinner for your six month anniversary), but this specific moment in time feels different. Mainly because he’s come to the calming realization that you are it for him. And really, it’s a realization that has been brewing warmly for the last few months.

He’ll make it out of sunflower yellow yarn. The color that reminds him of you.

The idea is planted in his head about two months before and he sleeps on it. Before deciding that he wants to do it. It’ll take some time to finish, and he thinks he can have it done in a month or so.

Levi’s favorite way to knit is with a glass of whiskey and with the television turned on for background noise. With every stitch, he finds himself thinking of you- will you like it? He hopes you will- it’s not much, but it’s him.

But he has nothing to worry about, because he knows you’ll appreciate it. It’s part of why he keeps you around, after all.

“Dude, you’re knitting her a blanket? Have you never heard of the sweater curse?” Mike asks incredulously, “I would think you, as a well seasoned member in the knitting community, would know what the sweater curse is…”

“The what,” Levi says flatly.

“The sweater curse,” Mike repeats with a raise of an eyebrow.

“You repeating it doesn’t tell me what it means. Spit it out.”

“It’s when someone who knits makes a sweater, or anything really, for their significant other. And then the couple inevitably breaks up, because one of them realizes that they put in way more effort than the other,” Mike says. He says it so knowingly, as if it’s fact.

Levi scoffs with a slow roll of his eyes. But still, something uneasy settles in his chest. He tries to quell it before it sprouts and blossoms, and he does a mostly good job of it.

But Mike’s words stay with him for the rest of the day. Even when you had called him to say goodnight from your apartment, it had lingered in the back of his mind.

You could tell something was off- after all, you like to think you could read him like a book. Despite him giving you his full attention, you could tell he was distracted-

“Levi? Is everything okay?” You ask softly, “You seem... preoccupied.”

“Yes,” He says instantly.

With that, you don’t push him. But still you frown a little at him, wondering what could be bothering him. You decide to change the subject. It’s taken a while, but these days, if something was bothering him then he would tell you.

After letting it fester for a bit and after he tried to work through his feelings on his own.

“Hey, can I come over this weekend? I have something for you… And also your bed is comfier than mine.”

“Just say you wanna sleep on my bed. No need for false pretenses.”

“Well, it is a well known fact that your bed is superior to mine…”

You don’t push him and Levi is grateful for that. Maybe he’ll voice his concerns when you come over.

The blanket that Levi is preparing for you still needs about a week of work, but they are coming along nicely if he says so himself. The material is soft- he’s particular about what he works with and for you, he’s even more picky.

With each weave and stitch, he grows a tiny bit unsure about the stupid sweater curse. He curses Mike for putting such a stupid idea in his head. But what if it holds some truth to it? After all, he can vividly remember the instances of breakdowns in communication in the beginning- how many times he was so quick to jump to conclusions rather than talk things out with you.

He’s come a long way since then, but what if the stupid curse holds some truth to it?

His slight spiral takes a backseat when his phone vibrates, a text from you letting him know that you’ve just parked your car and you’ll be inside in a few minutes.

Levi makes his way to the lobby to greet you. Almost every time he does this, you protest, telling him that you can just meet him in his apartment. But every time, he greets you in the lobby whenever you visit him.

It’s small, but it makes your heart sing happily for your chivalrous man.

Levi takes your bags and touches your elbow lightly as you both wait for the elevator to ding. In the privacy of the elevator, you kiss him hello quickly.

“How was the drive?” Levi asks, rubbing your wrist.

“Felt longer than usual,” You admit, stifling a yawn. Levi hums in acknowledgement and keeps a hovering touch over your elbow as you both walk side by side to his apartment. You allow yourself the luxury of resting your head against his shoulder as he unlocks the front door.

“I would’ve come to pick you up if you were tired,” Levi scolds gently.

You shrug, “I don’t mind the drive, baby.”

Pet names slip easily from your lips when you’re in each other’s privacy and comfort.

“Go change and wash up,” Levi murmurs, patting your ass fondly, “I have dinner ready. I’ll pour you a glass of wine, shiraz good?”

You hum wordlessly and squeeze his arm with a grin. As you fumble through your small duffel bag that you specifically use for whenever you stay over Levi’s place, nerves begin to fizz up in your veins.

You sincerely hope Levi enjoys the small gift you had for him. Pulling on one of Levi’s looser shirts, your favorite purple hoodie and cozy leggings, you pull the gift tucked away in the side of the duffle bag and hide it behind your back.

“Hi,” You mumble softly, molding yourself to his side in the kitchen where he is setting plates for you both, “I have something for you, baby.”

“And what’s that?” Levi asks, bringing you in front of him and pressing your back against the kitchen countertop.

“Sit with me on the couch,” You murmur, tugging his hand in yours gently. Levi sees a small package in your hands as you not discreetly try to hide it from him.

You seem a little nervous, picking at the hem of your hoodie before finally raising your eyes to meet his.

You hope he likes it.

“It’s not much,” You mumble, “But…”

Levi unwraps the blue wrapping paper dotted with little cartoon stars on it with a raised eyebrow. His lips are pursed together in a thin line, wondering what it could possibly be and how he didn’t know you were planning to gift him something.

He thinks about the nearly completed blanket hidden in his bottom dresser drawer.

“It’s getting cold, and I know you don’t like how cold your neck gets in the winter,” You say, watching with wide eyes as he pulls out a rich navy sweater from the wrapping paper. It’s warm to the touch, the material thick and of good quality.

It doesn’t feel store bought.

“Did you- did you make this?” Levi says, almost incredulously, “You made this for me? Since when do you knit?”

“I don’t,” You say sheepishly, “You like knitting and I wanted to make something that you like. Or try to make something at least. If it’s shorter on one arm than the other, mind your business.”

Levi rolls his eyes and pats your head fondly. It had taken you months and hours to figure out what you were doing, with the help of videos and the elderly lady that you bought your fruits from on Saturdays.

He can’t believe you had done this right under his nose. But should he be so surprised, considering he is doing the same?

He wants to tell you about the blanket sitting at the bottom of his drawer, but he refrains. The sweater is a rich, blue that brings out his eyes (at least, according to you).

Levi instantly takes his shirt off to pull the sweater over his torso as you watch with hearts in your eyes.

“I know it’s not much… Do you-mmph-”

Your sentence is cut off by the abrupt press of his lips on yours. Levi leans over, laying his weight on top of you and kisses you soundly- his tongue slipping in your mouth with the tilt of his head. The material of the sweater tickles your chin and your cheeks. You’re surrounded by him- his kiss, his touch, his distinct love.

Levi knew he was worrying for no reason. The sweater curse might exist for other couples, but not for you both.

“Thank you,” He mumbles into your neck, his cheeks heating up, “It’s really warm.”

You only beam at him, adoration clear in the edges of your smile. Levi looks handsome, infinitely more handsome than usual since he’s wearing something that you made for him.

Your love looks good on him.

The memory of the sweater curse is amusing now, when Levi looks back on it. Now, five years later, he’s with you at a winery in celebration of your anniversary. You’re spending the night at a nearby hotel- you had picked the winery and Levi had picked the hotel.

If Levi was a painter, he thinks this would be the perfect picture to paint. You, in a sea of green vines and a clear sky beaming down on you. You, with your glowing skin and mischievous eyes. You, with love sitting in every crevice of your smile that you give him.

Maybe someday he’ll paint it. You, his sunshine personified.

“Mmm, Levi darling. Don’t you think this red wine contains a note of blueberry? Perhaps some...how do you say...raspberry?” You giggle behind your wine glass, the liquid swirling around carelessly.

“It’s a pomegranate wine sweetheart,” Levi says in amusement. You always do this at wine tastings, pretend like you’re an actual sommelier when in reality you and Levi mostly believe that all wine tastes the same.

“Close enough. It’s in the same family,” You huff.

“Oh is it? Blueberries taste like pomegranates now? What kind of berries have you been eating?”

“It’s called wine. You should try it sometime.”

That earns you a subtle swat of your ass and you giggle happily.

“It’s gorgeous out,” You sigh.

“Yes, it’s almost as gorgeous as you,” Levi says flatly and you nearly throw a slab of cheese at his chest, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Tell me you think I’m pretty.”

“You already know I do.”

“Tell me anyway. It’s my birthday, remember?”

“Your birthday just passed.”

“Okay, and? It’s still my birthday season.”

“You know you’re gorgeous. You know I think you’re gorgeous,” Levi rolls his eyes and then smirks, “But you’re prettiest when your mouth is stuffed full of-“

“I’ll blow you right here in these vines, don’t test me.”

“Stop making empty promises that were both too classy for and finish your damn wine.”

You beam at him and clink your glass noisily. It nearly slips from your grip but you catch it in time.

“We have about an hour until the wine tour. Think we can finish this bottle by then?” Levi murmurs, tugging on your hand for you to settle in his lap.

The vines you’re seated in are far, far away from the main entrance of the winery. Away from prying eyes. Which is why you both allow for a little touching, a little kissing and a lot of flirting.

“Who do you take us for?” You mumble and turn your head to kiss him lightly, “We’re wine connoisseurs. Sommeliers, if you will-“

You laugh wildly when Levi playfully nips your neck and steals a sip of your fruity wine. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. His long, lithe fingers brush against your bare thigh. It’s funny, even after all these years, he still manages to touch you in a way that feels like magic.

You both finish your glasses of wine and eagerly fill them both up to finish off the bottle.

Your lips are stained a pretty red, matching Levi’s own lips. You touch his lips with your fingers and he doesn’t even swat your grabby hands away.

“There’s some cheese at the corner of your mouth,” You say flatly, “I’ll just get it off-“

You kiss him and he expects it, already used to your antics. He doesn’t let you get very far, only allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth and only allowing himself a plentiful grab of your ass.

“Wow, Levi, keep your hands to yourself. We’re in public,” You laugh to yourself, shooting him a pretend glare.

Levi only sighs and pops a cracker and cheese into his mouth, his hands never leaving the curve of your ass. Your giggles are higher pitched than usual, your limbs and your lips a little looser.

Tipsiness colors your dark eyes when Levi pulls your sunglasses off. “You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart,” Levi jeers, “You're drunk off your ass.”

“No! I’ve only had like… two glasses!” You protest, grabbing your sunglasses back from him.

Levi looks at you in disbelief but says nothing. He indulges you in taking selfies with him and deciding to change your lockscreen to a new photo of both of you.

He can’t resist kissing your cheek after another half a glass of wine. “Mmm, you’re pretty,” Levi murmurs into your neck, his face warm, “You wore this dress for me?”

It’s one of his favorite dresses and his favorite color on you, and yes, maybe you did wear it because you’re very well acquainted with this information.

“No,” You roll your eyes and ignore the pinch to your waist as he tightens his arm around you, “I wore it for the wine tour guide. She’s really pretty, I might ask for her number-”

You swat his shoulder when he has the audacity to bite your neck in response. “I’d call you a vampire but you’re looking more golden than usual, my love,” You poke him, “That’s what happens when you get more than two minutes of sun per day-”

“You’ve got a mouth on you today, huh?”

“Gonna fuck the attitude outta me or what?”

“Tempting, but I’ve got wines to taste.”

Once the wine tour starts and you both get progressively more and more tipsy, blaming it on both of your affinities for wine, you make grabby hands for Levi’s cheese and crackers. He glares at you, close to pushing your hand away, but you stick your tongue out at him and swipe them anyway.

“God, fuck, you know what would taste good with this wine,” You whisper (but really it’s more of a low groan).

“What?”

“Fuckin’ Thai food,” You moan, cracker crumbs sticking to the side of your mouth, “Fuck, babe, I could go for some pad see ew…”

You huff, a dreamy sort of look in your eyes at the thought of it.

“You’re interrupting the wine guide,” Levi scolds, swatting your thigh. Though his eyes are starting to unfocus as the heat of your thigh feels so nice in his palm. He thinks he’ll leave his hand there for a bit.

“This tastes like I just dunked my head into a crisp apple and sucked the juice out of it,” You murmur, giving him a mild cider.

“Like in a good way?” Levi whispers.

“Duh.”

The wine tour consists of a few other couples and groups, but you and Levi keep to yourselves at a corner table as you give each wine you taste a rating. They all begin to blend in with each other after each taste, and pretty soon, you’re heavily leaning against Levi. The scent of his warm, spicy cologne curls around you and envelopes you in a hazy daydream filled with shades of grey.

“What?” Levi whispers when he sees you staring (a little dopily, he might add).

“Nothin’,” You grin, “Wanna nap at the hotel after this?”

“Can’t believe we’re getting drunk just to nap together,” Levi scoffs but he squeezes your hand.

“We have reservations later,” You remind him, “We both need to rally before dinner, honey.”

“Are you ready, baby?” You purr, stroking Levi’s hair back and leaning over to kiss his forehead. A pretty peachy pink blush colors his cheeks and creeps down to his neck. You tug his bottom lip out from the grip of his teeth.

A thin sheen of sweat coats his skin. You grin salaciously with hungry eyes and lick a stripe up his neck. His breath hitches, tilting his neck to the side a bit and you kiss his neck even over his pretty necklace with a green pendant hanging on the gold chain.

It’s pretty because it’s your necklace.

The softness of your lips over his skin- his chiseled chest, his lower abs- is a nice compliment to your fingers gently skimming his sides. You sit back, looking down at him from above. You lick your lips to moisten your suddenly dry mouth.

You’ve seen Levi like this, pliant and glistening for you too many times to count. But still, the sight of him flusters you and sends an instant rush of wetness flooding your pussy.

You adjust the straps of the black harness around your hips, tugging at the pretty purple silicone cock that hangs heavy between your legs. Levi tracks your movement with blown out eyes and a hand wrapped around his own thick, dripping cock.

“Did you like my fingers, baby,” You murmur, letting your hands travel up the expanse of his chest. His muscles tense with your touch, goosebumps arising instantly.

Levi hums, reaching for your hands and rubbing your knuckles.

“Mmm, words, my love,” You mumble, pressing a thumb to his plump bottom lip. His hot breath warms your finger when he opens his mouth to reply with a soft ‘yes, sweetheart’, his voice heady and low. Broken and slow with desire for you.

You pull away from his lips, ignoring the way arousal swirls in your belly and your clit throbs with how needy he looks already. You reach forward and stroke his cock languidly and gather his wetness over your thumb and press your thumb to his bottom lip again.

“Open, baby,” You say, your own voice sounding a little raspy, “Open up.”

Levi parts his lips and allows your thumb into his mouth and he swirls his tongue over it, tasting himself on his lips. You groan at the sight with hooded eyes, wishing for some friction over your clit.

You look like a vision hovering over him- your legs tanned and glowing, eyes zeroed in on him, looking at him like you want to absolutely ruin him. You are a goddess, and he’ll follow you wherever you might take him.

Especially when you slide into him slowly, deliciously, as he savors the slight burn as it dissipates into pleasure. Your grip is tight over his hips, warmth and electricity spreading from your fingertips to his belly.

You’ll ruin him, ruin the silky navy sheets below him, steal his soul from his cock. All of the above. Anything you give him, he’ll take. He’ll take it with open lips and open legs.

It doesn’t take much for you to find a rhythm with your palms flat on the sheets on either side of Levi. Arousal licks your insides at every gaze of his heated cheeks and his murky, grey eyes. He’s openly vocal with you, panting and mewling into the sheets, alternating between fisting them and holding your hips with a searing grip.

“God, baby, look at you,” You whine, leaving open mouthed kisses to his chest while still rocking your hips into him, “Is this okay, baby? I love you-”

Levi groans and nods, wrapping his legs around your waist for a deeper grind of your cock. He palms your tits, squeezing in his large hands and moans into the space between you both.

“Are you wet,” Levi asks in a strangled voice.

“Fuck yeah,” You grin, thrusting your hips in a slow grind into him. His cock is throbbing, standing tall and pretty for you. You stroke him slowly, matching your thrusts with your strokes.

It takes coordination, but you’re used to it.

“Wanna sit on my face?” Levi murmurs, squeezing your thighs with his heavy hands. He’s close, so close, and you both know it- his thighs begin to quake slightly. And he has the familiar look in his face when he’s about to cum, his eyes go dark, lips parted and his eyebrows are furrowed into a tight line.

“Mmm, maybe later,” You reply instantly, wanting to see him come undone by your hands and by your cock. By you, by the steadfast beat of love that surrounds you both and envelopes you on this silky sweet cotton candy cloud.

Or maybe it’s just the sheets.

“Is my baby close?” You purr, dark eyes swirling, “My baby’s gonna cum?”

“Fuck,” Levi groans, throwing his head back onto the bed when you thrust into him particularly harshly. The column of his pretty throat is exposed to you and you lean forward, his cock still in one hand. Sucking a mark on his clavicle, you nip his earlobe and his breath hitches as you make your way down his chest.

“Your cock is so big in my hands,” You marvel softly, looking down, “You’re so big, baby…So good to me. My big, strong, sexy man.”

And apparently, that’s what he needs to finally cum, a long, drawn out groan of your name slipping out of his mouth as he shakes in your hold. Ribbons of cum paint your hand and his lower abs, some of it even spraying on your harness.

“You’re messy,” You tease and Levi only hums in acknowledgement, “Are you okay? I’ll go get you water and clean you up, sweetheart.”

Levi doesn’t move, only shifting on his side tiredly. You make your way to the fancy, marbled bathroom to unclasp the harness and clean yourself up. Your pussy still throbs, achingly so, but that’s the last thing on your mind.

He calls your name gruffly, voice a little hoarse. You return to him with a glass of water and wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing the back of his neck gently. Your fingers thread over his sore muscles, his abdomen and his thighs and you rub his scalp soothingly with a deft touch.

“Are you okay?” You murmur, hugging him close to your chest.

“Yes,” Levi says instantly, “More than okay.” He turns in your arms and pushes his head into your bare chest, inhaling deeply and innocently grabs your ass. Just to hold you close- his touch is mostly unassuming. He likes being close to you, touching you, just breathing with you after times like this when you steal his soul with your cock.

You glance down at him and smile, pushing his dark hair away from his forehead and press a kiss to his sweaty skin. Levi nuzzles his cheek further into your chest, a content hum rumbling in his chest. His thigh brushes against your aching core and you force yourself to stifle a groan. But he catches it, because he always does.

Your attentive man.

“You didn’t cum,” Levi states, letting his hand drift downwards to palm your sensitive pussy.

“We have later for that,” You mumble, swatting his hand away but he doesn’t listen. He presses himself closer to you, sinking his lips into your neck and rubbing your clit lazily.

His long, lithe fingers slide into your wetness easily and you huff into his ear. “We have now for that,” Levi murmurs, nipping your jaw as presses his finger into your dripping core, “Slow with me, baby.”

It doesn’t take much for you to cum, just a few strokes of his fingers in you and a few slow circles of his thumb on your clit. It hits you slowly, crawling up your toes before curling in your belly in a warm stroke of flames. It’s unhurried as it blooms in your belly, allowing you to savor every second of it.

“Sit on my face later,” Levi says, pulling you closer into his side. You throw a leg up around his hip and hum in agreement. You press a kiss to his clavicle, the slow of his heartbeat in tandem with the gentleness of your fingertips rolling through his hair.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” You mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Our anniversary was on Friday,” Levi says with a turn of his lips, earning himself a swat to his chest, “Happy anniversary, pretty girl.”

Levi kisses your forehead, his knuckles brushing your cheek before dipping down for another kiss.

“Cheers to many more,” You say, smiling into his kiss. He replies by deepening the kiss and pressing your back to the bed, allowing himself to drop on top of you.

Levi’s touch has always made you feel infinite, and this time is no different.

tags: @simpingmaize @captainchrisstan @kentobean @alrightberries @melancholicmonologue @regalillegal @castellandiangelo

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x you #aot x reader #snk x reader

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tammythompson-singslikea-muppet · 4 years ago

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Reconciliation (Stan Uris x reader x Richie Tozier, Reddie)

I'm finally back! It's probably been a year since I posted Betrayal and shit has really hit the fan since then, but here I am a year later with part 2!

Here is a link to part 1

Warning: swearing

Aged up: 18/19

You tried to catch up with Stan as he power-walked out of the house. He stopped short when he realized his car wasn't there. "Stan" You catch his attention and he turns around. His chest rising and falling at a quick pace, "You heard everything in there?" Stan's voice was quiet, much quieter than just a minute ago. You nod and he sighs. "I'm sor-" You cut him off "Don't be" You take a step forward and bring your hand up to push some curls out of his face. He leans into your hand, not stopping himself for once. No yearning, no shouting in his head over his actions. Just the feel of your soft palm against his cheek. Stan takes a deep breath, feeling himself calm down in the wake of your touch. "Can we go somewhere?" Stan's voice barely above a whisper. "Of course."

Richie leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair 'God I fucked up' "Man you really fucked up." Richie looked up. "Thanks, Bill your a real help." Bill put his hands up in defense. "I gotta say I really didn't see that one coming," Eddie spoke up. Bill and Mike nodded in agreement. "I mean I knew *something* was going on but holy shit I didn't think they were in love with each other," Beverly added. "We know Stanley's in love with her but is she in love with Stan? I mean she was just in a serious relationship like a week ago" "Yeah I wonder what happened to that relationship?" Ben's eyes sharp at Eddie, voice stiff and slightly viscous, "Alright! Alright!! None of that!" Mike's authoritative voice made it known he was seriously done with all the fighting. "She loves him" The group turned their heads at Richie's small voice, Ha stared down at the floor and spoke softly. "She may not be in love with him right now, but I could see it. She's falling for Stan."

Eddie looked over at Richie. A mix of emotions reached throughout the boy. He hated seeing Richie like this, but he also hated that it was about you. Mostly he hated that it was about you. He couldn't control it, no matter how much he wished that he could. What is it exactly that Richie is so mad at? Is he upset that he potentially ruined his relationship with Stan? Is he upset that Stan is in love with (Y/N) or that Stan claimed he neither loved nor cared about (Y/N)? Is Richie still in love with (Y/N)? If so is he mad that (Y/N) could be in love with Stan or that she is moving on so quickly? Eddie couldn't help but feel like he was still second to you. It's not like Richie chose to tell you. He kept telling Eddie that he would for at least 2 weeks, but then she found out in her own way. Eddie feared that maybe he was never gonna tell you. Or now that you found out does Richie regret it? 'Alright, Alright Eddie calm the fuck down! Just go talk to Richie.' "Eds?" "Yeah Rich." "I'm gonna go." Richie's tone sounded soft, defeated. It broke Eddie's heart to see him like this. "Yeah sure I'll go grab my keys-" Richie cut him off politely. "I'm just gonna walk. I think I wanna be alone right now. I'll call you later." Richie placed a hand on the back of Eddie's head pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "OK. Be safe please."

"Where are we going?" You ask Stan who is driving and keeping silent. "You'll see. Um, go into the glove compartment a find the clear tape." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "You been stashing things in my glove compartment, Uris?" You found a clear tape and put it into the radio. Temptation by New Order flooded in through the speakers. A smile grew on your face as you turned the volume nob up. Stan looked over at you for a second just to see your growing smile. "I made you a tape and left it in here for the next time you complain that there's nothing good on the radio." A fit of giggles came from your mouth. "Stanley Uris made me a fucking mix-tape." You continued to laugh. It brought a smile, growing wider by the second, to see you so happy and blissful listening to your favorite music, a song he loved as well.

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Richie's emotions were confusing him now more than ever. He loved (Y/N). He truly did, but he just wasn't in love with her. Guilt consumes him every night before sleep and every time he sees you. He never wanted to hurt you. But when it comes to Eddie he's impulsive even a little reckless. Richie knew that he fucked up massively. Not only with you but with Stan and he even feels so with Eddie. He felt that if he just would have been honest with you before jumping into things with Eds maybe Eddie wouldn't have lost his best friend. He still couldn't wrap his head around how much of an idiot and a dick he was about Stanley. What in the fucking hell would lead him to believe that Stanley Uris of all people would fuck around with someone's feelings like that? He had already caused (Y/N) enough pain maybe he was trying to be a hero or something. Do something right for once, but of course, it was just another gigantic fuck up! Executed wonderfully by your very own Richie Tozier. Richie had noticed that he walked straight to the quarry. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

Stan pulled the car over along where the road stopped and the tree's started. "Come on." Stan walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you and held out his hand. You took his hand and walked beside him into the woods. "You trying to get me to some secret secondary location?" "What, you don't recognize where we're going?" You looked around a bit and shook your head. "Well, then I guess it will be a surprise." "I guess this is the day I get murder in the woods. Goodbye world you were never all that good to me but at least my murder is hot as hell." You almost couldn't see Stan's blush from how much he was laughing. You're hands brush as you walked close together. Stan felt a little nervous to take it, it's not like he hasn't held your hand before but right now he feels it holds so much more. 'Good' he thought to himself. 'It does mean more. Let it mean more.' He took your hand in his and warmth spread throughout the both of you. Just the two of you holding hands walking through the trees with Stan pointing out some birds to you, felt so blissful. At this moment you realized you had never felt this way with Richie. The two of you had a lot in common and play off each other well jokes and conversation-wise. But maybe that wasn't all a relationship needed. You had felt that's why Richie and you were so perfect together. Maybe this was finally the start to forgiving Richie and regaining some normalcy, realizing that maybe we weren't perfect or meant to be after all. If this is how Richie felt with Eddie you felt that you could somewhat understand why he was so in a rush to have it. It was scary how new this thing with Stan was yet how important it felt to you. You would go to the ends of the earth to protect what you had with Stan, no one in the world made you feel as safe and comforted as Stanley Uris. What Richie did, going behind your back, was in no way how he should've handled the situation. You let him into some of the most vulnerable spaces in your mind and life, entrusting him with your heart and your deepest thoughts, that you were his only person. That wasn't something easy to forgive, not something to easily recover from, especially having that trust broken with someone else with who you were very close. You may be happy and blissful at this moment, but you definitely knew the consequences of Richie's actions would come back to rear its ugly head sooner or later. But you believed that understanding was one of the first steps toward forgiveness. The more you walked the louder the sound of running water became. Soon you could even see the running water. You realized Stan had brought you to the barrens.'But why the barrens?' you thought to yourself. You reached the edge of the water and looked over to Stan. "C'mon" he grabbed your hand and stepped out onto a rock in the water. You did your best to follow, it finally dawns on you that you were headed toward the clubhouse.

When you got to the small clearing Stan went ahead and lifted the hatch to the small underground area where the losers used to hang out. "I've only been here a couple of times." You said as you climbed down the ladder. "Yeah, I guess we started hanging out other places more." Stan walked over to the hammock getting in. He smiled and reached his arms out like a little kid asking for a hug. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I know. I always feel like I'm gonna fall out of this thing, but it's safe I promise." "Okay," You say drawing out the word in a skeptical tone. You yelped as it wobbled and Stan gripped his arms around your waist as the hammock swung a little. "See, safe." You let out an amused huff and relaxed into Stan. Your back was pressed against his chest, both of your heads finding slightly uncomfortable spots in the crooks of the other's neck. "I remember one of the first times Eddie ever brought you to hang around with us was down here." Stan played with your hands in your lap. "I remember looking over and seeing you smiling, talking to Beverly. It was really hot out, your cheeks were pink. Richie gave you his shower cap and you, him, and Bill talked about comic books." You closed your eyes just listening to Stan talk softly into your hair. "Beverly came over to me when she noticed. She was joking around told me to stop staring, that it was rude. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring. I got nervous cuz, -hoping you didn't notice. You were so beautiful I couldn't help but stare." You blushed and let out a chuckle, your stomach filling up with butterflies. "I don't expect you to say back any time soon, and I in no means want to rush you, but I-" Stan paused, thinking about the impact of his words. He started to think maybe he should give you a little time, but then you leaned your head up to look at him. And when he looked down into your eyes there was no way stopping the words from falling out of his mouth. "I love you." The look in Stan's eyes was intoxicating, you could have stared in his eyes for the rest of both your lives, but instead, you brought your hand up to his jaw and tilted your head bringing yours and Stan's lips together. Equally as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. The two of you felt as if you were floating on clouds. Like you two were the only two people in the world. You pulled away and smiled, Stan pressed his forehead against yours. "I know" You and Stan laughed.

"Ok Rich. You just need to apologize. I'm sure they'll forgive you. They're your friends, basically your family." Richie walked back into town talking to himself. "And you hurt them and accused them of shitty things and now all your friends will hate you forever cuz you were a total dick and even their grandchildren will hate the name, Richie Tozier." Richie stopped for a second and groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face under his glasses. He took a deep breath and continued walking.

Mike opened the door to Richie. "Hey man, come in." "Is Eds still here." "Yeah, he's in the living room. Rich," Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "He's worried about you. We all kinda are. There's been a lot going on with you four I just want to remind you that if you need someone to talk to we're all here for you buddy." "Thanks, man." Richie continues into the living room and sees Ben and Eddie talking. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing how much it hurt Eddie that Ben wouldn't talk to him. They hugged and Ben got up off the couch and saw Richie. "I'm really sorry Richie. It was really rude to treat you like that-" Richie cut him off. "It's ok man really, I get it. She's your friend, I was a dick." "Yeah but you and Eddie are my friends too." "Well then what do you say Haystack," Richie extended out a hand. "Back to buds." Ben agreed and shook Richie's hand. Richie took a seat next to Eddie on the couch. "Hey, I'm glad your back I wanted to-" Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie. "As much as I love you and your adorable rambling I wanted to apologize." Eddie was suddenly very nervous. He thought to himself 'Shit this is it. He still loves Kassidy.' "Sure, Sure yeah. Umm a-about what Rich?" Richie took Eddie's hands in his fiddling with them out of nerves. "About everything. About not telling Kassidy. About not even being decent enough to break it off first so neither of you would get hurt. All of this would have been so much easier and nobody would've had to lose any friends. I'm just so sorry Eddie, I love you and I never wanted to hurt you like that." Eddie was so relieved to hear those words come out of Richie's mouth. He put a hand up to Richie's cheek and leaned to kiss him. "I love you too Richie." Richie chuckled in relief "Thank fuck."

You and Stan walked back to the car hand in hand. "So what do you wanna do now? " You leaned your back up against the car door "Oh I don't know maybe some more of this." Stan leaned himself against the car by his forearm and with his other hand lifted your chin, leaning down connecting your lips. You hummed against his lips. "Well, I do love doing that." "Do you want to go back to your place-" Stan pressed a small kiss on your neck "Watch a movie." "Shit!" Stan's head shot up. "I left my house keys at Bens." "We can sneak through your bedroom window." You push yourself off of the car, past Stan, and walked to the other side pulling your door open. "I don't wanna go back there either but with any luck, Richie won't be there." Stan groaned and got into the car.

You wrapped your knuckles on the door and Mike opened it with a smile. "I just forgot my keys." Mike let you in past him to the table where the keys sat. You quickly walked over to the table and grabbed your keys. Turning around back towards the door you catch Richie staring from the couch next to Eddie. For once you didn't feel the wind knocked out of you. But you couldn't say that the feeling of wanting to punch him had dulled any. You carried on toward the door when Richie called out your name. You sighed and banged your head on Mike's front door and contemplated for a second whether or not you should pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking. Apparently, you had stayed there a bit too long. Richie tapped two fingers on your shoulder. "I was just wondering if you would let me talk at you for a second. You don't need to say anything, or react in any way really-" You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. He froze silent as you drew a deep breath. "I forgive you." It wasn't easy to say, you weren't even sure it was true. A part of you wanted to keep him dangling in wonder and guilt but you knew that you would eventually fully forgive him and the more you saw him moping around the more you would most likely enjoy watching him suffer for what he did. But if he just thought that you had forgiven him then maybe he would go back to his old trashmouth self and you all could move on.

Richie was taken by surprise, to say the least. He felt relief for a fleeting moment until he remembers Stan. "He's out in the car" He heard him speak softly. She somehow always knew what was going on inside his head, that's what made him think that she was so great, that they would be so great together. Against your better judgment, you grimaced and said, "I can give you five minutes. But he has the car keys so I can't promise he won't dive off on you." Richie threw his arms around you and squeezed you, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Yeah, sure get off me" He smiled at you, "Sorry." As Richie walked out the door he turned back to you, "He wouldn't drive off without his best girl." Richie started making trumpets sound in the tune of 'A Long Long Time' by Kitty Kallen and closed the door. You rolled your eyes as you and Mike laughed

Richie fell silent as he walked up to your car with Stan in the front seat. He raised his hand and tapped on the window. Stan kept his stare forward and locked the car door. Richie sighed. "Stan please." Richie heard the click of the car doors unlock and walked around to the other side and got in. "I'm so sorry. I was being a complete shit of a person and totally overreacted. I do care about her, I do! That's why I got so angry and it totally fucked up my judgment." Stan wasn't saying anything and it started to make Richie even more nervous. "I was angry and confused and I honestly don't know where all of that came from. That's not what I think of you at all, you gotta know that, Stan. You're one of my best friends and the best dude I know and I'm so sorry I said all of those things. I know I really fucked up." The two of them sat and stared out the windshield, Richie's leg bounced up and down from nerves until Stanley broke the silence. "I'm sorry too. That I turned my back on you. I couldn't understand how you had the most perfect girl right in front of you and seeing you hurt her made me angry too. I mean we all saw you and Eddie happening eventually, but I didn't think you two would go and do that. I love her and I guess I let that get in the way of our friendship." "I mean dude I don't really think I could blame you. I've seen the way she looks at you. It can make someone do stupid and crazy things." "Well then I guess that explains why you are so stupid and crazy," Stan laughed, "Eddie looks at you like that 24\7." Richie turned away laughing and hoped it hid the bright red flush on his cheeks. "I can't believe she actually forgave me." "Yeah me neither, to be honest." Stanley dead-panned. "Buuut," Stan took a calming deep breath, "If she can forgive you, then I guess I should too."

Eddie walked up to (Y\N) hesitantly as she was laughing with Mike. Mike saw Eddie and took that as his cue to leave, or rather to eavesdrop from the kitchen with Beverly, Ben, and Bill.

"Thanks for uh.. for forgiving Richie, he's been a wreck," Eddie said. "N-not that I've been fine! I-I feel completely terrible for what I did. But I mean I-I-I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me or anything. O-or for Richie. I just mean that we're both really sorry. I'm so, so very sorry (Y/N)." Eddie stammered through quickly. Man, do your shoes look mighty interesting at that moment. 'You forgave Richie why is it so hard to forgive Eddie. Maybe because we only gave Richie a premature apology so we could all get back to normal? Should I have to do that with Eddie too? Fuck that neither of them deserves it!' You fought back and forth with yourself in your head before finally looking up at Eddie. You took a deep breath, "I know...I-" Eddie cut you off "You don't have to." "I feel like I should." "You already kinda forgave Richie I know that's a big thing so you can hate me for as long as you need I deserve it." You smiled at Eddie and walked out of the house. Richie saw you walking towards the car and stepped out leaving the door open for you. You got in and leaned over to Stanley cupping the side of his face to bring him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Stan started the car as you buckled. You tucked your legs up onto the seat and curled up to get comfy. Stan rests his hand over on one of your legs as you closed your eye

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