#mike smarts dr

[glitch-the-artist]

we got a couple of new sprites here for mike smarts, tenna, and detective! (yep im calling him that now)

[becharm-27]

Stargirl: Summer School - Main Cast Members First Appearances

[silent-stories]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟑 𝐀.𝐌

Pairing: Eddie x F!Hopper!Reader (adopted or not)

Summary: Your dad would never approve of your relationship with Eddie, so you sneak out for a night walk in the woods with him.

00.13 a.m

"Where are you going?" Eleven's voice reached your ears as you got out of your bed trying not to make the slightest noise that could disturb the silent night.

You turned around as your bare feet touched the wooden floor, and you found your little sister sitting on her bed looking at you quizzically and half asleep, her wavy hair falling over her eyes.

You sighed, staring at the window you'd intended to jump down that night, the moonlight was filtering through the glass and reflecting off the floor as you walked over to El's bed. "Can you keep a secret like a good sister?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Am I not a good sister?"

"What? No, of course you are, it's just that... Dad doesn't have to know, okay?" You explained, whispering and hoping that Hopper in the room next to yours was snoring loud enough to drown out your voices.

El nodded.

"I'm seeing a boy."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Is he the boy with pretty eyes you were talking about last week?"

You froze, either El was a very smart kid or you weren't paying attention at all when you were talking about Eddie with her. "Yeah...yeah he is."

"Why Hopper doesn't have to know?"

"Because when your dad is a cop and your boyfriend has already been arrested three times, family dinners might get a little awkward."

El nodded, thinking silently. "Why was he arrested?"

"The first time because he caught him selling dr..." You stopped, thinking that these weren't things El should have known, cursing the thousand questions he could every time in your mind. "It's not really important."

"He's not a bad guy, is he? Hopper says he only arrests bad guys."

A corner of your lips lifted at the thought of El worrying about you. "No. Absolutely not. A lot of people think he is but...he's not. He's sweet and...he cares about me."

A smile appeared on the girl's lips. "He's like Mike!"

"Like Mike?" You scoffed. "He's way better than Mike."

She laughed, shaking her head.

"But it's very important that you don't tell dad, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay. Good luck with the boy with pretty eyes."

You giggled, bringing a hand to ruffle her hair. "You are the best sister ever."

You pulled on the boots you'd left in the corner of the room and grabbed a jacket off a chair.

El waved to you as you slowly opened the window and sat on the edge, breathing in the fresh but not too cold air of the night.

You waved back to her and smiled before jumping out the window, your boots making a soft thud as they hit the wood of the porch.

You looked around for a moment, enjoying the silence of the night which wasn't really a silence, after all.

You could hear an owl in the distance, the croaking of frogs and the squealing of some of the small animals that lived in the woods. Two bats flew over you one after the other almost as if they were playing and you instinctively ducked so as not to collide with them.

You looked around, searching for the spot among the trees and bushes where the path that would take you to where Eddie told you you would meet started.

You breathed in the air that smelled of moss and wet grass. Then, after taking one last look at your house, you went into the woods.

00.39 a.m

When you saw him, his back was leaning against a big old looking tree, he was wearing a black shirt with a red flannel over it. As soon as he saw you a big smile appeared on his face as he walked towards you.

You'd always loved the way his face lit up whenever he saw you, as if just your presence made him happier.

It was night and probably someone would have been frightened to see a figure in the woods walking towards them, in the dark of the night illuminated only by the light of the moon, but not you, you would have recognized him even without the slightest light.

"Hey, princess. I almost thought your dad caught you." He said as he reached up to you and his lips met yours in a quick but soft kiss.

"Baby, you know I love you-"

"But?" His expression suddenly turned concerned.

"But you could have chosen a more recognizable place, I walked around this fucking wood for half an hour before I found you." You chuckled before pushing him back towards you, placing a hand behind his neck as your fingers tangled with his hair. "But you're worth it."

When your lips parted, Eddie looked at the tree he was leaning against some moments bofore. "But I described this tree to you perfectly!"

You rolled your eyes. "No, you told me it looked like Treebeard from the Lord of the Rings. And trust me, even though I've read it dozens of times it wasn't that easy to find."

He chuckled as he put his arm around your shoulders and started your night walk.

"Did you just say you've read The Lord of the Rings dozens of times?"

You huffed but raised an arm to intertwine your fingers with his. "That wasn't the point."

When you felt his fingers brushing your face, you turned your head towards his hand to leave a kiss on his knuckles.

A smirk was on his lips now. "I knew my girlfriend was a nerd."

1.26 a.m

"She has hair like yours, but her ears are pointed, because, you know, she's an elf. She's kind and always willing to help her companions but it's best not to make her mad because she's also a ruthless killer who won't hesitate to cut your insides to pieces if you do hurt her family." Eddie continued to tell you about his latest DnD campaign, describing the new characters in great detail, his arm still around your shoulders as you continued walking through the woods, following the path.

When you went out at night to meet him in the woods like that, sometimes you were afraid that you would get lost and that you would never be able to get out again, but then you always remembered that you had Eddie by your side and that if something like that happened he would turn him into a another one of your adventures.

"Her eyes the exact same shade as yours and-"

"Wait…did you base one of your characters on me?" You asked with a smirk.

"Maybe?" His uncertain tone let you know that the sincere answer would be yes.

"Well, what an honor, I wonder if-"

A sudden rustle coming from the bushes in front of you made you stop, your last words echoing in the silence of the woods.

"Did you hear that?" You asked, your voice reduced to a whisper.

"Yeah." Eddie's arm was softly pushing you behind him, as if to protect you from some possible danger but you stopped him and stayed beside him even after his glare.

"What if it's a wolf?" You asked as you continued to stare at the bushes moving.

"There are no wolves in Indiana."

"How do you know?"

"I've never seen one."

"Yes, because they usually hide behind bushes like that one."

When the snout of a weird animal popped up in the branches, your grip on Eddie's arm loosened.

"Oh, it doesn't look like a wolf."

A raccoon scrurred towards you, sniffing the ground probably looking for something to eat.

"Hey Buddy!" Eddie exclaimed as if he was saying hi to an old friend.

You brought your arms to your sides. "What? Do you know the raccoon?"

"I think it's the same one who's always hanging around the trailer area. Sometimes I leave him food." He explained with a smile on his lips as he knelt down and the raccoon approached him curiously.

"Eddie, it could carry some disease."

"Oh, shut up. Look how cute he is."

"All right, Snow White, go ahed. Don't come complaining to me when you have rabies." You commented as Eddie patted the raccoon's head like it was a puppy.

Eddie Munson.

The boy that people thought was a cult leader who worshiped the devil.

The boy who tried to hide his true feelings and his soft side to protect himself, creating an armor around himself, through which only those who really knew him could see.

Eddie Munson, who was called a "freak" by almost every single Hawkings resident, was kneeling in the mud to pet a raccoon, claiming he was "cute".

When he stood up, you instinctively pushed him towards you for a kiss, his lips were warm even if the night was cool.

He smiled. "What was this for?"

"Because you are so fucking pretty."

He scoffed. "Pretty? I'm not pr-"

He didn't have time to reply that your lips were on his again."Don't argue with me."

A kind of squeak, after a few minutes, made you separate.

Between your feet, walked four little raccoons, their black and white muzzles pointed at you, as if asking what the hell you were doing in the woods in the middle of the night.

"I think your raccoon is a mom."

Eddie chuckled when one of them tried to climb up your leg, falling after a few seconds.

"Who is Snow White now?"

"Oh, shut up."

2.00 a.m

"I don't wanna do that anymore." You said as you sat next to Eddie at the foot of one of the trees around Lover's Lake.

The moonlight reflected off the water surface creating an atmosphere of complete calm and the croaking of the frogs was all around you.

Eddie turned to you with a worried expression, you could almost see his anxiety suddenly rise and you cursed your choice of words.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No!" You exclaimed, perhaps a little too quickly. "No, absolutely not. I meant hiding."

"Hiding?"

"Going out at night, you know. I want to tell my father about us." You explained.

A gust of wind rustled the leaves and nearly drowned out Eddie's only word. "Oh."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not for me. It sure will be for him though. I don't think he likes me very much." He added the last part with a not-quite-genuine chuckle, probably thinking back to all the times he'd been arrested before.

"Eddie, I love you. So he'll get over it."

He pulled you closer to him, until you sat between his legs, and planted a kiss on your head as you rested your back against his chest. "I love you too" He murmured. "But I'm not sure your family would approve."

"Oh, my sister already knows about us." You commented, saying it like it was nothing important, but waiting for his reaction.

"What?"

You raised your head slightly towards him, your nose brushed his cheek.

"She caught me sneaking out." You explained. "But she said she's happy for us."

Eddie let out what felt like a sigh of relief.

"Good, because I don't want the little girl with superpowers against me." He chuckled.

"I would protect you with my life." You were joking, even though what you were saying wasn't too far from reality.

He giggled when you dropped a few kisses on his neck, since you couldn't reach his face from your position.

"And what about your father?" he asked after a few moments.

"He's never even given you a fine. And trust me, he usually gives a lot of them. I think he kinda likes you already."

"But he put handcuffs on me once."

"And you ran away and kept them."

His laughter echoed through the trees as his chest vibrated against your back. "I did."

"No, but seriously." You added. "I wanna tell him. And if he doesn't approve, fuck him. I'm happy when I'm with you."

Eddie held you tighter, but, as always, careful not to hurt you, enjoying the last few moments together before you both have to go home.

"He's really gonna put me in jail, this time."

You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll post bail."

3.14 am

You knew something was wrong when you saw that the light in your room was on.

Getting in from the window, you found yourself in front of Hopper, sitting on your bed with his arms crossed over his chest and the most pissed expression ever.

"I swear I didn't say anything!" El exclaimed, sitting cross-legged on her bed. You knew from her almost desperate tone that she meant it.

"You are up early this morning, aren't you?" You asked with a half laugh, trying to defuse.

"There are two options." He said curtly pointing an accusing finger at you. "You're either a werewolf or you owe me an explanation."

You thought about it for a moment.

"I am a werewolf?"

Not even El could hold back a laugh.

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat @michaelfuckinglangdon

[temfling]

DELTARUNE: MOTU PATLU THEORY

THATS RIGHT BABY!! IM BACK WITH THE THEORIES!! I couldn’t just stop at chapter… I dunno six! Yeah, I may have solved the Susies Inside chapter, but what about Chapter 3?? Well I got news for you guys…

Motu. And Patlu. Never heard of them? What are you, living under a rock or something… well… it’s a Hindi cartoon that’s really popular overseas… but wait. That’s the POINT! Your not SUPPOSED to know it… because it’s discarded…

So Every secret boss so far has a habit of being a darkner based on discarded/Forgotten/Unwanted items… well. How many people in the states know this cartoon? Not very many,,, even though it’s great… so could Motu and Patlu be what the next secret boss is based off of? Let’s see gamers…

EVIDENCE ONE: BIG GUY SKINNY GUY

Comedy duos, you know them, you love them. Woody, Buzz. Mario, Luigi. Bob, Larry. But what does this have to do with Motu and Patlu… erm guys… notice anything about most of them?! Mario, Buzz, Bob, and Motu: bulky big guys. Luigi, Larry, Woody, and Patlu: tall, thin guys… oh my goodness!! Motu and patlu ALSO fit that theme… “But how does this fit in with Deltarune chapter 3?!” Your asking… oh my gosh guys this is too easy!!

erm… Sans and Papyrus, the most iconic comedy duo next to none, is also bulky and thin. Guys?? Notice anything?? I think THIS proves that they’ll use blue soul… and that they’ll be cannon!! But need more proof?? SAY NO MORE:

On the left is Sans and Papyrus’s House, and on the right is Motu and Palau’s. Notice the similarity’s?? I do…

Maybe the Motu and Patlu secret boss could be a duo, and make fun of the whole trope of smart guy who does all the work and lazy dumb guy… hrm…

EVIDENCE TWO: CHARACTER SIMILARITIES!

Okay so we already talked about how Sans and Motu and Papyrus and Patlu are BASICALLY the same guy, but if your STILL not convinced, I got more…

Rook. Mike. Whatever there gonna be, the main boss of Chapter 3 seems to be a cheater, a criminal of sorts… well… hehee… you know who ELSE is a criminal?? JHON THE DON. That’s RIGHT. The TRUE and NEO villain of Motu and Patlu, who’s the son of motu and patlu’s town. He’s always causing trouble with his lackeys around… could this mean that chapter 3’s main boss is based on the Villian of Motu and Patlu, while the secret boss is the good guys…?! No… no… erm… YES! It’s kind of OBVIOUS??

My theory is the main boss is gonna be Mike, now dubbed “The Don.” He must’ve not only backstabbed Soamton, but the chapter three secret boss… and Tenna will be… I dunno… probably his own character.

Anyways, Gaster. “Gaster? This crazy guy who does bad things?” You may be asking what GASTER has to do with this theory… heh… well, gaster in undertale was the Royal Scientist, right? Well… erm… somebody pull up Motu Patlu Wiki!

He’s a SCIENTIST… who doesn’t treat his PATIENTS well… sounds familiar…

Dr. Jhakta also uses Motu and Patlu as Guinea Pigs for his work. Gaster uses darkners and does stuff that’s evil… or whatever. I think. I dunno BUT THE POINT IS GASTER MUST'VE LIKE EXPERIMENTED ON THE SECRET BOSS WHICH CAUSED THEM TO GO INSANE!! Erm…!!! Yes!!

FINAL PART: WHAT OBJECT ARE THEY

So at first I thought they could be like a bootleg DVD or whatever. But wait guys… remember where the chapters dark world is…

And then think about what Motu is known for. Dumb… lazy… but also, when he eats his favorite FOOD he gets super STRONG… wait. FOOD?! Guys what’s in houses? Kitchens… guys… what’s motus favorite food…??

SAMOSAS. THE DISCARDED OBJECT IS LIKE FROZEN SAMOSAS IN THE FRIDGE OR SOMETHING!!!

and if your STILL. Not. convinced… here’s some stuff

Yeah yeah yeah bye

[singledarkshade]

Why Him

Summary: “I get he’s intelligent, but I still wonder why you, of all people Jack, have a civilian on your team. Especially one who is so easily distracted.”

Author’s Note: I wrote this a long time ago and just tweaked it slightly.

Enjoy.

                             *********************************************

“Daniel.”

Jack frowned as his friend didn’t move from staring at the pad of paper on the table in front of him.

“Daniel,” he tried again, seeing the members of SG5 all roll their eyes when he still received no answer.

Finally, Jack reached over and tugged the pad slightly making Daniel look up a question in his eyes.

“Are we boring you?” Jack asked, his smile filled with the sarcasm he’d managed to keep out of his voice.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed just slightly, but he didn’t make whatever comment Jack knew was flying through his mind.

“Sorry,” he said instead, pushing his hair back from his face, “I was thinking about the markings Lieutenant Johnsons was describing they’d found. If I’m right, they may be the same as the ones we found on Ernest’s planet and P3X C67.”

Jack frowned slightly, trying to remember the planet from its designation.

“The planet of the aggressive squirrel,” Daniel clarified for his friend, before adding to the four members of SG5, “You had to be there.”

Jack chuckled slightly at the memory before pulling himself back to the meeting, “So, you think it’s worth sending another team?”

Daniel nodded, “Definitely.”

“Any suggestions who from your department is ready to go offworld?” Jack asked.

“Dr Adamson,” Daniel replied instantly, “She’s been training with SG9 for the past three months and is keeping up with them.”

“Excellent,” Jack told him, “I’ll talk to Hammond when he gets back, and we’ll arrange the mission. SG5, dismissed.”

~

Jack stretched, watching as Daniel grabbed his files and pad of paper before he headed back to work.

“Something wrong, Gordon?” Jack asked the leader of SG5 who was still sitting there looking bemused.

“I get he’s intelligent,” Mike Gordon noted, “But I still wonder why you, of all people Jack, have a civilian on your team. Especially one who is so easily distracted.”

Jack chuckled; he’d been asked this question by several of the military personnel he’d brought into the SGC.

“Daniel isn’t just smart,” Jack told his old friend, “Underneath all that hair is one of the sharpest minds you will ever come across, who soaks in information and can make intuitive leaps like no one I’ve ever met. And be thankful that he can occasionally be distracted because, in all honesty, I think if he really wanted to Daniel could take over the world.”

Mike chuckled, “Seriously?”

“You’re talking about a man who manages to make friends on almost every planet we visit,” Jack continued, “Its kinda scary sometimes.”

Mike nodded and started out, pausing he turned back to Jack, “Is it true he got married without knowing?”

Jack smiled slightly, “It’s true. And she’s another one who could take over the world if she really wanted.”

“Really?” Mike asked.

“Smart, beautiful,” Jack listed before adding, “And started a rebellion against the creature her people had worshipped as a god for several thousand years because he’d grabbed Daniel. Someone she’d known all of a day by that point,” Jack clapped the other man on the shoulder, “The one thing you need to remember about the geeks is be afraid, be very afraid.”

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v, teasing, oral sex, use of petnames for reader/you, breeding k!nk related dirty talk, semi public foreplay, marking, oral sex. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt thirteen - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, groupie turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.4k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you and Eddie have reconnected after the one night stand that brought you together years before. bonding with his daughter has made him realize just how much he wants to be a father and he can't think of anybody else he wants to have his kids.. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Hawkins, Indiana, December 1996

You smile softly to yourself as you pause in the door to Rosie’s bedroom to find Eddie seated on the floor, Rosie seated between his legs as Eddie tries -and fails, at French-braiding her hair, the landline phone cradled between his neck and shoulder.

❝ I’m doing that, Emerson. It’s not workin. Hold on..❞ he turns his attention back to Rosie’s braid and swears to himself as he shakes his head. It’s crooked again and he was trying so hard to get it just right for her. He laughs as he starts to talk to Gareth again, ❝I was trying to braid Rosie’s hair for her. Can’t get it right. Poor kid has my hair, man. It’s too fuckin thick t�� do anything with.❞ Eddie’s statement is enough to make you giggle softly as you step into the room. 

Eddie’s face lights up and he ends the call with Gareth, pulling himself off the floor to make his way over to you. Rosie is squeezing your legs, talking non-stop about how she spent the whole day with daddy and he taught her how to play some game called Dungeons and Dragons.

Eddie chuckles, scooping up the 5 year old as he gives her a peck on her freckled nose. ❝ Your ma was a nerd, sweetheart, she doesn’t know what that is.❞ -and he’s teasing, you know it. You pout a little and give his chest a light smack. Then you smirk. ❝ Since you think I’m so nerdy, Munson..❞ you dig around in the pocket of your leather jacket -his leather jacket, and find the tickets you stopped by the theater in town to pick up, ❝ Then I guess that means you don’t wanna go see Scream with me and the baby bat..❞

❝ Daaaaddy, you hafta say yes. I’ve been waitin a thousand years t’ see it. Please?❞ your daughter is looking up at Eddie, giving him those big begging eyes. Eddie pretends to think it over, both of you know damn well he’d never turn down a horror movie or your daughter’s begging.

❝ Are we sure she should see this, sweetheart?❞ Eddie’s just being a shit now, you laugh softly and Eddie rubs his chin as he continues, ❝ I mean.. This is Wes Craven. It’s gonna be a blood bath.❞

You laugh. ❝ Yeah but it’s also not real. Our daughter’s smart, she knows that.❞ you step up into Eddie a little more, your hand finding purchase in the front of his old Hellfire t-shirt. He’s distracted, staring down at your hand. You clear your throat, ❝ I bumped into Nancy earlier… Apparently, Will is taking both of Rosie’s best friends to see it.. With Mike.❞

Rosie’s really begging now.

Eddie pouts and pretends to be upset. ❝ I thought we talked about this, sweetheart. You were gonna marry daddy, remember? Now you wanna go see a movie with those dumb boys?❞ but Rosie is insisting. She pretends to gag when Eddie mentions the fact that she may or may not have just a little crush on little Johnny Byers or Argie, his best friend.

❝ Eww, daddy! I really meant it, they’re my friends. And if I don’t see it now, Argie’s a blab. He’s just gonna spoil th’ endin.. Pretty please? With cherries an’ chocolate?❞

Eddie snickers. ❝ Yeah, that tracks for him. Okay, alright.. What are we waiting on, huh? Let’s go see Scream.❞

As Rosie runs off to find her favorite jeans and change, you melt against Eddie and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashing against his in a long and deep kiss. His hands wander,settling on your ass.

❝ Dungeons and Dragons, babe?❞ you pout at him just a little when the kiss breaks a few seconds later. You’re honestly not upset, you’re just teasing him a little. Watching them together always makes you happy but lately.. Lately, watching him with Rosie has your biological clock ticking all over again. And earlier, when you were talking to one of the girls at work, she mentioned the fact that she thought she might be pregnant. And naturally, that got you daydreaming about another little mini Eddie running around. It made you stop and think too.

Everyone is always asking when you and Eddie will have more -and you do want another kid but honestly, you’ve been afraid to bring up the subject because things are still so new. The two of you only just reconnected. And there were definitely more than a few hiccups, - considering that you had no way to tell him about Rosie until last year, when your paths crossed again for the first time since 1988- and you’re just trying to enjoy everything the way it is.

Besides, you think to yourself as you hug against Eddie and breathe in the scent of his cologne and the faintest hint of those cheap cigarettes he still smokes, what if Eddie doesn’t want another? Am I really willing to mess up everything between the two of you? I’m in love with him and I just found him, I just got him back..

Eddie pulls away to look down at you and snickers at the dazed look on your face as he gets you looking up at him. ❝ What’s got you so spaced out, huh?❞ 

He doesn’t say it but.. He hopes that maybe it’s the same thing he’s spent a lot of time thinking about lately. At first, he thought it was regret, longing to see what he missed out on when you were carrying Rosie. But then, while you were snuggled up in the bed reading The Shining to her, as he stood in the doorway watching the two of you, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He wants more kids. He wants you to be their mom. He wants a big family and he doesn’t want Rosie to be an only child like he grew up. He wants her to have the actual younger siblings that he formed Hellfire specifically to find for himself back in high school.

The problem is, he’s afraid that bringing it up now, that’s going to be too soon. And he’s driving himself crazy over it because the harder he tries not to bring it up, the more he almost does.

He almost blurted it out this morning over breakfast. Twice.

You’re the one laughing now, cupping his stubble lined jaw to get him looking down at you. You’re biting your lip as you stare up at him. Every cell in your body is dying to say something, to bring up the subject and see how he takes it but you’re also a little scared. 

❝ N-nothing.. I wasn’t the only one spaced out, Munson.❞ you mumble, swallowing hard as you melt into him just a little more. ❝ Where were you at just now, hm?❞ you’re turning the whole thing around on him because you know if you don’t, you will blurt it out.

He chuckles, a ringed hand caressing your face before kissing your forehead. ❝ You’re spacing me out, woman.. If we’re gonna go see this movie..❞ he drops his voice to a husky whisper, ❝ you might want t’ go get ready.. Before I change my mind and take you to bed..❞

You whimper quietly as he drags his tongue around the shell of your ear. Reluctantly, you pry yourself off of him and make your way down into the bedroom you’re both sharing to change.

Eddie takes several shaky breaths and leans against the wall. ❝ Emerson doesn’t know what he’s talkin about. It’s not like I can just blurt out the fact that I wanna knock her up, that I think she’s even more sexy when she’s pregnant and I wanna have more kids, there’s a time and place t’ say that shit..❞

Laughter from the doorway of Rosie’s bedroom has Eddie wanting to disappear into the floor. Rosie’s looking up at him, big doe eyes shining in mischief. She pushes the door closed behind her quietly.

Eddie tries to act as if she probably didn’t just hear every single word he said. ❝ You uh.. We all ready now, baby bat?❞

Rosie nods. After a little digging, she finds the pair of Vans she’s currently always wearing, red and black. She holds them out to Eddie. Eddie goes down on one knee, slipping the shoes onto her feet, pretending that they’re a glass slipper, making a fuss when the shoe fits her foot perfectly. She throws her arms around his neck and he breathes in the sweet and clean smell of his little girl. Every time he thinks he can’t possibly love her more, he’s proven wrong.

Even when she’s being every bit as hard-headed as he is.

The hug breaks and Rosie giggles. ❝ I wished for a little brother on my birthday candle… Remember when you were askin me what I wished for?❞ Rosie goes quiet. She’s fiddling with the sleeve edges on her favorite black longsleeve. It’s a Corroded Coffin shirt from the last music festival Eddie tagged you and Rosie along to before Corroded Coffin finally declared they were done, they were retiring to go out on a high note.

Eddie lightly grips his little girl’s jaw. ❝ You did, huh?❞ he asks. Rosie nods quietly. Drops her gaze and shuffles her feet against the bedroom floor. ❝ It’s just.. I’m glad you’re my daddy and I love mama but.. I don’t have anybody t’ play with when Argie and Johnny are being stupid.❞

Eddie nods. Fluffing at his daughter’s hair as he chuckles. ❝ Well, it was a birthday wish. Those do have a lotta power, baby bat.❞ 

Rosie smiles and throws her arms around him again, you step into the room just in time to watch the little moment. To have overheard the little conversation between father and daughter. Eddie’s reaction was so vague that you’re not sure whether it’s a good idea to tell him Rosie isn’t the only one who wants Rosie to have a baby brother or sister.. You study the two for a few seconds and laugh. ❝ Okay, you two conspiring against me already?❞ you joke and Eddie smirks. ❝ Maybe we were, babe.❞

❝ I’m gonna go play with my Legos in th’ living  room. Can I watch MTV?❞ Rosie asks. Both of you nod and Rosie goes into the living room to play. This leaves you both alone together in some thick tension.

At first, neither of you seems willing to shatter it. But Eddie can’t take it a second longer and this results in him, exploding in a passionate rant as he paces the bedroom until you think he’ll pace a hole right through the floor.

You choke on air when you hear him say that while he thinks you’re sexy, he thinks you’d be even sexier if he knocked you up but then he throws up his hands and swears in frustration because he didn’t mean for that to be the first thing he blurted out in regards to having another kid, wanting a small army of kids with you. You’re stunned. Jaw dropped, eyes wide as you watch him have his little rant and stay quiet because you’re still frantically trying to process.

❝ And I just… I never thought me, I.. Eddie Munson, would be sayin this shit. T’ anybody. Ever. But damn it,❞ Eddie trails off, going quiet as he takes a few deep breaths, ❝ I can’t even look at you lately without imagining you pregnant. All our kids rushing around the house, chaos every morning.. I want this and if you don’t..❞ but you cut off his words by climbing into his lap as you cup his face with both hands and kiss him until you feel his mind starting to quiet down, his hands roaming all over your body. When he squeezes your ass and rocks you right over the way he’s strained almost painfully against the faded jeans he’s wearing, you whine against the shell of his ear, ❝ You’re not playing very fair right now, Eddie..❞ and he just chuckles. You lean into his ear, melting against him as you mutter softly, ❝ I want all of that too.. You were saying you want to fuck a baby into me later, I didn’t hear you wrong.. Right?❞

He growls quietly. Groaning as you bare down against the way his cock is hard enough to push against the zipper of his jeans. He nips at your neck roughly and his hands settle on your ass, squeezing. He’s guiding you back and forth over his lap and you whine, nipping at  the way the tip of his spider tattoo just barely peeks out over the neckline of his t-shirt. ❝ That feel like a misunderstandin’, sweetheart?❞ he asks quietly as he stares up at you. You bite your lip and whine, the friction you were getting has slowed down drastically and you want it back. You’re desperate to get it back.

❝ How soon?❞ he asks a few seconds later. Your hand fists the front of his shirt and you pull him against you, your mouth just barely grazing against his as you laugh softly. ❝ Tonight. I.. I wanna start trying tonight.❞

❝Fuck.❞ he groans out as you rock yourself against the way he’s strained at his jeans all over again. His breath catches in his throat and he grabs your ass roughly just to slow you down because if he doesn’t, he’s going to make a mess of himself right here, right now. He leans into you and nips at your neck after he’s nosed some hair out of his way. ❝ It’s a date, sweetheart. Think you’ll be able t’ keep your hands off me ‘til then?❞ and the gleam in his eye tells you that this is a challenge.

That you’re in for it, Eddie is going to do everything in his power to make you cave…

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ ･ ｡ﾟ ───

It’s just getting to the part where Billy’s about to reveal the truth to Sidney when you feel the cool metal of Eddie’s rings against the inside of your thigh. You can feel your entire body as it heats up. You shoot him a little pout and some side-eye, but he smirks. Slips his hand off your thigh to grab himself some popcorn after he mumbles ❝The bucket is in your lap, woman.. You expect me to control myself?❞ and pouts right back.

Rosie is sitting in the row right in front of you both with her friends, their eyes glued to the screen, a hand paused midway to her mouth to take a bite of popcorn she hasn’t taken in over three minutes. 

Eddie’s hand creeps higher, a finger dragging ever-so-slowly right up your center. He chuckles when you squirm and shift around just a little in your seat. As his finger drags over you again, your legs clamp together, holding his hand between your thighs. 

Your ears feel like they’re on fire. Eddie bites his lip when the two of you lock eyes, two long fingers pushing the soaked fabric to the side as they make contact with your bare cunt. You shiver before you can stop yourself. Shoot Eddie a dirty look and nod to an usher that’s just wandered in, flashlight in hand.

Eddie leans into you, breath warm against the shell of your ear as he whispers quietly, ❝Fuck.❞ breathing heavily as he raises the fingers he just had buried in your dripping cunt to his lips, licking them clean as he holds your gaze. You bite back a whine and he leans back into you, whispering quietly, ❝I can’t fuckin wait to fill up your pretty little pussy when we get back home, babe..❞ as he grabs your wrist and guides your hand to his lap, letting you palm at the way he’s strained through his jeans. You bite back another whine, helpless.

❝Eddie.❞ you whine, helpless. Soaked through in seconds. He chuckles. Your hand ghosts over the bulge strained against black jeans and he bites his bottom lip. Both of you glance at the seat in front of you to make sure Rosie is okay. She’s arguing with Argie in a hushed tone about who the killer is, throwing her hand in his face when he insists a second time that it has to be Randy. She thinks it’s Billy, Sidney Prescott’s boyfriend.

After you’ve made sure Rosie isn’t too scared, Eddie turns his attention back to teasing you. Bucking himself up into you as you continue to clumsily palm at the bulge in his jeans. His head falls back against the seat and he bites back the urge to groan as you drag a finger over the zipper of his jeans slowly. He leans into you to whisper ❝Fuck, sweetheart.. All this teasin me is only gonna get you in real trouble.❞ against the shell of your ear. You lean into him to mumble back quietly, ❝Oh? Maybe I like the  sound of that, Eddie. Maybe that’s what I want.❞

The movie is coming to an end. Rosie’s triumphant outburst from the seat in front of you when the killers reveal themselves -and Johnny Byers arguing with Argie about her being right all along, is accompanied by snickering from Will, Mike and Jane. As the lights begin to come on, you pout a little to yourself but you pull your hand away from Eddie’s lap. You don’t even mind that you both missed huge parts of the movie, your heart is racing  as the two of you file out of your row and wait by the door leading out of the theater room for Rosie and her friends to come out so the two of you can take Rosie home.

❝Can’t wait to get you home, sweetheart.❞ Eddie laughs quietly as he scoops up Rosie when she starts to yawn and then slips his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side closer. You look up at him and bite your lip suggestively, squeaking just a little when Eddie’s hand wanders down, giving your ass a little squeeze.

As Rosie drifts off to sleep in the backseat of your car, Eddie takes a hand off the steering wheel and skims it right up the inside of your thighs, growling before he can stop himself when he feels just how much slicker your thighs have gotten. You slip your hand into his lap and he bucks against it as you palm at the way he’s hard enough to break through his jeans and only getting harder. You’re five minutes away from home but it might as well be five thousand years and it feels like the drive is only getting longer.

Eddie’s fingers brush past the soaked barrier of your panties and bury inside of you and you give the inside of his thigh a squeeze as you just barely gasp. ❝Almost time, sweetheart..❞ he chuckles quietly as he turns down the street you live on..

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ ･ ｡ﾟ ───

You’ve both just finished tucking Rosie into bed. Eddie turns on Rosie’s Scooby Doo nightlight and tucks her favorite stuffed animal into bed with her. As the two of you step out into the hallway, your back meets the closed door with a soft thud as Eddie’s restraint vanishes in a split second. His hands are all over you, finally settling on your ass as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him and he rocks himself into you, making you whine.

❝Ready for bed, sweetheart?❞ he asks the question in a breathy whisper as he nips his way down your neck. You whimper and rub yourself against him, needy. His mouth finds yours as he carries you down the hallway, navigating forgotten toys, a box or two from his old apartment in California and other obstacles that crowd the hallway with ease. He kicks the bedroom door open carefully and steps inside with you. Clothing that litters the top of the dresser is swept off and he sits you down in the space he’s just made, eyes gleaming as the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva between your mouths keeping you connected. You’re rocking against him and moaning out his name, shaky hands tugging the old Hellfire t-shirt up over his head as he strips off your crop top and slips his finger beneath the back of your bra, unhooking the clasps with ease and speed. 

The clothing settles in a pile on the floor and he leans into you, pushing you up against the wall behind the dresser, his mouth moving down your body. He pauses at your belly button to stare up at you, tugging down your panties. You reach out and work the jeans and boxers he’s wearing down and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. That cute little denim mini skirt you’ve been wearing is pushed up to your hips as Eddie gets caught up in the moment and decides that he can’t wait another second, he has to taste you now. He sinks down in front of you, your legs settling over his shoulder as his mouth moves up the soft dough of your thighs, licking clean the mess he’s made. Your hands tug at his hair and grip the edge of the dresser as he pushes your legs apart a little better and buries his tongue and three fingers inside your drippy cunt. Groaning as the taste of you fills his mouth. ❝C’mon, princess.. Pull harder.❞ he moans out against your sex, fingers pumping into you as his tongue swirls. You rock yourself towards his mouth and he chuckles. ❝Thatta girl.. Gettin’ nice and wet for me..❞

You can feel your orgasm building, prepared to wreck you and you tug his hair a little harder. Eddie pauses and you pout. He stares up at the way you’re about to come completely apart for him and bites his lip, ❝You’re gonna be so fuckin cute all knocked up, princess.❞ he mutters quietly and you whine, begging for him. ❝Eddie,❞ you plead, ❝I-I.. I need you now.❞

❝Not until you give me what y’ know I want, princess.❞ Eddie’s permission to get off needs no further explanation and your orgasm rips through you, soaking his tongue and fingers as he growls quietly, the taste of you filling his mouth. He raises up again, his mouth conquering your mouth as he ruts into you while scooping you off the dresser to toss you gently onto the bed. He follows suit, your bodies tangled.

Touching. Biting. Kissing. He’s marked you up, hickies and bite marks litter your skin from neck to cunt, there are even a few sore bruises lining up the inside of your thighs. 

He lines his cock up with your throbbing cunt, dragging the head down your center. When you shiver because it feels so good, he chuckles against your ear. ❝I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. You gonna be a good girl and take it f’ me?❞ his voice is sex, gravel and velvet all in one as he asks the question. It’s so different than the sweet things he usually says that you’re whimpering, begging him to do it, to take you already. 

He thrusts into you slow. It’s an agonizing pace and you can feel every single inch, every vein that runs through his thick cock as he pushes into you. His hips beat against yours hard enough to bruise and he’s got you caged in beneath his body, his mouth all over you. You meet every one of his thrusts eagerly and when he comes to a stop, you whine about it.

❝You feel so fuckin good, sweetheart. Your pussy clenches around me so fuckin tight.❞ Eddie growls out, ❝Can’t wait t’ fill you up.❞ as he fucks into you slower. At one point, he has to reach out an arm and push the headboard against the wall so it’ll stop banging at it. But the way you squeeze him feels so good and you’re so wet that a minute or two later, he’s fucking at you faster and he’s used his grip on your hip for leverage, angling your hips upward just a little, bottoming out. You’re seeing stars as another orgasm builds, stopped at the brink every single time Eddie feels you tense and dig your nails in his back. 

❝Fuck, princess. –ah shit, I can’t..❞ he groans out against your neck, ❝I’m gonna cum, shit. You feel too good, sweetheart.❞ and you whine, begging for it. It’s so hot that Eddie’s thrusts speed up, fucking into you faster and deeper, hips stammering as his orgasm shatters through and biting at your neck as this prompts you to pull him even deeper inside by wrapping your legs around his waist. His forehead finds your own as his thrusts slow down and he presses soft little kisses against your mouth and cheeks. ❝I love you.❞ is said in unison, the two of you laughing softly in the dark about it because if there’s one thing you’re both good at it’s doing everything perfectly right BUT.. completely backwards.

Eddie’s still fucking into you, slow and steady. ❝Don’t wanna stop, princess. Your pussy feels sooo fucking good wrapped around my cock.❞

When he’s finally finished fucking the seed that leaked out back into you, he rolls the two of you so that you’re on top. You’re both yawning now, sleepy kisses are landing against each other’s skin as he removes one of his hands from your ass to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across. ❝Wanna go t’ sleep just like this.❞

❝Me too, baby. I love the way you feel inside me.❞ you drawl, sleep making you stumble over words, making your voice all dreamy as the two of you drift off…

[queenofbaws]

top 5 favourite until dawn characters to WRITE vs top 5 favourite until dawn characters in general (if it's different)

it is such an important distinction med, and i thank you endlessly for letting me get into it 😏

WRITING

1. flamethrower guy/the stranger/jack: this one likely shocks no one. there's just. a joy. that comes with writing an unhinged, monster-hunting hermit. he kicks doors open. he lives in a burnt out hospital full of Creatures. he's larry fessenden. he's alive in canon for roughly 5 minutes. he's the light of my life. 2. mike: probably slightly more of a surprise because i don't write him OFTEN, but i love writing mike. lovelovelove writing him. mostly because, of the ud kids, i think he's the character who talks...the most...like i do irl??? similar speech patterns, i mean - same tendency to just. say things. that do not make sense. or things that did not need to be said. 3. EMILY: again, probably a surprise because i don't write her much, but my GOD there is a freedom to writing in emily's voice asldkfjdskf she's smart. she's mean. she always has at least three insults locked and loaded in the chamber. she's also the only character in the franchise to say "understand the palm of my hand, bitch." she contains multitudes. 4. dr. hill: gotta be honest here. i went through. a lot. of schooling for psychology. okay. like. however much you think that means? it was like. twice that. and i spent a lot of time - a lot of time - listening to professionals in the field talk in circles and say absolutely batshit things while sagely nodding and giving everyone around them knowing looks, and if i didn't have alan j. hill to channel all that lingering angst into, i might've exploded by now 😫 hehehehehe. i'm only sort of joking. 5. beth: what did supermassive give her? nothing. what does that mean? she can be anything i want, and i don't have to worry over whether or not it sounds believable in canon 😎 lmfao. in much the same way i looove writing jack because we get like. 10 lines and A Vibe from him, beth's a hoot to write for because, like. we know who her siblings are. we have an IDEA of what her home life must've been like...and everything else is up for debate!!!

JUST, LIKE, TO LOOK AT

1. ashley ashley ashley: they could never make me hate you bb. did she handle some things poorly? yes. does she make some questionable decisions? sure. would i give her the world if the opportunity presented itself? of course. look, i just think. she should get to do...whatever she wants. always. as a treat. :)c 2. matt: i am so. intrigued. by matt's whole deal. every second of it. he's a huge part of the prank but he's also hugely sympathetic. he has that incredibly cute moment with ashley right as they get to the lodge but seems pretty chilly (if not downright disinterested in) chris and josh, her best friends. he helps jess through the mines. he holds his own with emily. unless you play him a v certain way, he seems the most interested in smoothing things over between everybody. HE LEAVES. THE FUCKING. HATCHET. AT THE BASE. OF THE FIRE TOWER. i would love to live in his brain for just like...ten minutes. just really figure him out. (i need to write more with him too 😭 he has bewitched me, body and soul) 3. flamethrower guy/the stranger/jack: look. look i'm not subtle. i just. love that weird old man. i just love him so much. if supermassive said 'hey here's a dlc where you go through one (1) calendar day as jack fiddler, it costs $60 and is roughly 1 hour of gameplay,' i'd fold immediately. idk why. 4. josh: there is no one - NO ONE - in this, or any other, game who's so willing to commit so fully to the bit. my man had BLUEPRINTS. my guy had DEAD PIGS. bro sourced knockout gas and fake newspapers and real blood and made voice recordings and an alter ego and rigGED HIS WHOLE FAMILY'S VACATION HOME WITH BOOBY TRAPS, THREW A PARTY ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS SISTERS' SUPPOSED DEATHS, AND EVERYONE STILL FUCKING SHOWED UP. say whatever else you want about him, josh had SOMETHING figured out, man. 5. jess: again. did she make some questionable decisions? sure. do i agree with everything she did? no. but after everything she goes through, after all the tragedy and agony and terror she is put through, this girl still has the wherewithal to grab a shovel and beam a guy in the head with it, and you know what? i respect that 🙏🏻 plus she wore hiphuggers to a party on a mountain in alberta in the dead of winter, and i just want to study her under a microscope.

[randomkposts]

Thinking to do something with Fears, and the Until Dawn characters whose fears we know.

Did you know Chris and Emily both fear Failure?

--

Atychiphobia

Chris is scared of trying things. New things especially. A relationship with Ashley, it sounds nice, it really does, but what if it screws up what they have? Even if he thinks she might like him back, what if he's wrong, and she throws it back in his face. Laugh at him? What if it's all a prank? Ashley isn't a prankster by nature, but it's always the quiet ones that surprise you with this. 

So he doesn't say anything. 

He doesn't say anything even as fear coats his insides, as he is made to choose, and there is no one who can tell him he made the right choice, when the act of making the choice means his best friend is deadeaddead by his actions.  

He failed. The stakes are high enough that he is terrified of failing again. 

The night's choices only get harder. 

Atychiphobia

Emily can not fail. Not when she already has enough strikes against her. So she won't, plain and simple. She will be smart, pretty, rich, and bossy, even as she is a caring girlfriend. She is going to be the kind of person everyone wants to be through meticulous planning.

She wants a boy everyone else wants to have, good grades, her looks, her money. If it isn't falling into place, she will MAKE it fall into place through willpower alone. 

So she takes charge. 

She makes the decision to call for help when everyone else is losing their stupid heads. 

She decides they will go to the radio tower. 

She gets on the phone and convinces the people on the other end to send for help. 

Of course she's afraid. She covers for that with impatience. She doesn't have time for fear. 

When people let fear control them, they fail to get anything else done. So she can't be afraid. 

And when she finds herself upside down in the mines, she gets angry, and takes charge of the situation. 

After all, there is no one else to do it, and the price for failure here is death. The stakes are higher than they have ever been.  

There is no room for failure. 

---

Other known fears,

Ashley fears the dark

Mike fears isolation

Sam fears the supernatural

Well they certinaly faced their fears that night. Even preservered, if you so choose it.

I wonder if any of the others share a fear.. Maybe not, as it might have come up.

Still, lets take a guess

Going to look up common fears and most poupluar names of 1996. Jessica is second most common name, and on my google list fear of heights is second. Matt is second for boys name, but I'll go for the third and go for Arachnophobia. Hannah is seventh on the list, and so astraphobia, or fear of storms.

By this list, Josh's would be needles, but I think its far more likely that Josh shares a fear with Ashley or Mike, as those are both things Dr. Hill can make a point of bringing up in the second session, based on the players answers.

As a neat bonus, these are things that come up for fears in session 3, save heights. Of course, its probably a lot in that they are common fears, and the game is going to manditorally have heights in it anyways, it doesn't need to ask you that. Of course, I don't recall thunderstorms being a factor either, but I've never picked it, so maybe it does change something.

You notice I didn't mention Beth. Her name Elizabeth would be germaphobe, but I'm more inclined to think that Beth, like Josh, shares a fear with Ashley or Mike, so if Josh fears the dark, Beth fears Isolation and so forth. Tragically, his ending where he "lives" features both

Josh, alone in the dark mines. "I understand now Beth. This is terrifying."

[kelcemenow]

Skipped A Beat - Chapter 1.

Pairing Dr Mike x Reader

Words 1104

Warnings Nothing scary, just some slightly anxious feelings.

CHAPTER 1

“Honestly, he’s really cute. And smart!” Katie emphasises as she shouts through to your bedroom from her own as you lazily apply some make-up to your tired and stressed skin.

You roll your newly lined eyes, “It sounds to me like you're trying too hard to convince me!”

“Okay, maybe...but I’m just excited for this! He’s had a crush on you for ages!” She appears in your doorway, leaning on the doorframe as you stand up to retrieve an outfit from your wardrobe.

“Relax Katie, I’m not promising anything. I only said yes to get you off my back.” You say with a smile as you run your fingers over the fabric, pausing on a black lace skirt, “I still don’t think I’m ready yet.”

Katie slowly walks across your wooden floorboards, “Y/N. You need to move on. And the only way to do that is-”.

“Is to start dating again...I know, I know.” You interrupt as you hold the skirt against your waist, “Just, don’t pressure me too much today, okay? I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.”

“What? Because you finally got your dream job that you’ve trained years and years for? Oh yeah, sounds awful.” Katie scoffs.

“And I start tomorrow! It’s scary, okay! New job, new colleagues and new hospital to get lost in!” You pick up a yellow cushion from your bed and throw it at Katie, “Now get out or I’ll be late!”

Katie easily catches the cushion with one hand and laughs, “Good one, throw something to the professional goalkeeper!” Her voice trails off as she disappears around the corner and into her own room.

______________________________________________________________

You stared at your glass as a cube of ice floats across the surface of your cocktail. Tapping it with your straw, the cube bounces off the side of the glass and back across.

“Forgive me if I’m jumping to conclusions...”, a voice interrupts your thoughts, “But I’m getting the feeling that you’re not really here.”

Your head snaps up to make eye contact with the curious face in front of you, “What? Oh sorry! No, sorry, I’m just...”

“Distracted?”

You exhale quickly, “Distracted.” You nod and look back to your drink.

He’s cute, sure. And you’re fairly certain that he’s smart. The handful of words that you’ve occasionally paid attention to certainly seemed to be well spoken and grammatically correct. But he was right, you weren’t really there.

You swallowed hard, “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the minute. It’s nothing to do with you, really.”

He grins and raises an eyebrow, “Well this sounds like a line.”

You both laugh.

“No, no! Look...” Your eyes widened slowly as you searched for the correct name.

“John?”

You let your head fall into your hands. “I’m really not doing well here, am I?”

“Hey, don’t worry about it! I can tell you’re not feeling it really.”

Your wavy hair shakes as your head moves from side to side, “It’s just...I’m starting a new job tomorrow that I’m really nervous for. I know I'm completely qualified but it's scary, you know? I'm not the best with change. Plus, I guess I’m a little bit unsure about dating my roommates coach and to top it all off, I’ve just come out of a fairly serious relationship that I guess if I'm being completely honest, I’m not quite over it yet.”

“Ooof.” John sits back in his seat, “That is a lot to be dealing with.”

There’s a short pause as you assess his reaction.

“Forgive me if I'm prying, but how long ago did the relationship end?”

“About 2 years ago.”

John’s eyes narrow as he searches for your gaze, “He must have been pretty amazing for you to be still hung up on him?”

You lift your eyes up and press your lips together.

“Well, when you’re ready to let someone better into your life, you know where I am.” John stands up from the table and leans down, kissing your cheek before disappearing out of the bar.

You feel stuck to your seat as you try to let your head clear. Closing your eyes, you breathe a sigh of guilt and equal relief with the idea that you can finally go home and sleep.

______________________________________________________________

Closing your bedroom door, Katie tries to squeeze any information out of you about the night that she can.

“You can ignore me all you want but he’ll just tell me tomorrow at practice anyway!”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You giggle nervously as you slump onto your bed.

“Fair enough...suit yourself...be like that then...”

You let Katie’s voice fade away out of your mind as you stare up at the ceiling. Your eyes grow heavier until the sound of your phone snaps you out of your daze.

‘Hey. Tonight was weird. But I like you and I meant what I said. Just let me know. John x’

The corners of your mouth rise slightly into a vague smile and you let your arm drop next to you as your eyes slowly close and you drift into a deep sleep.

______________________________________________________________

Downing the last sips of coffee, you look up at the building in front of you. Your first day as an Occupational Therapist for a medical trust. You’d be responsible for patients in three hospitals, but you would be based at the bigger of the three. Which was currently staring you in the face, cowering over you and pushing your nerves to the forefront of your mind.

Clearing your throat and throwing your empty cup into a bin next to you, you tightly grasped the handle of your laptop case and started up the small stone staircase leading to the doorway.

As the glass doors slide open, you stop dead in your tracks.

There he is.

Blue scrubs, dark hair, rounded glasses and strong, large hands carrying a clipboard. He’s stood over a counter, reading something and talking to another doctor.

Your eyes fixate on him as the corners of his mouth curve up as he speaks, his face full of expression.

You can hear your heart beating in your ears, your feet glued rigid to the spot in the hospital doorway. Your head becomes fuzzy and your eyes begin to blur. Swallowing hard, you use all of your energy to turn around on the spot in a quick attempt to hide yourself from him. Suddenly unaware of where to go in such an unfamiliar location, you start to walk straight forward and back out of the building.

“Y/N?”

You stop. Licking your lips quickly, you turn around, smiling weakly.

“Mike.”

______________________________________________________________

This the first part of a new series for Dr Mike. I've never tried to deal with fics for multiple fandoms before but I feel really strongly that there isn't enough fanfiction out there for Dr Mike! I hope people enjoy it!

I'll be starting a new Taglist for Mike so if you want to be on it, just drop me a message!

[glitch-the-artist]

mike smarts.

[thewrongmoon]

ACTUALLY I'LL SAY IT NOW: many fans (usually more casual ones) treat relationships on the show as either a way for self-insertion or as a way to "reward" characters and its honestly really fucking stupid?

like relationships should be about chemistry and communication and what is best for them as CHARACTERS.

st*ncy for an example:

steve is a fan favorite. steve is funny, attractive, charismatic. steve has been trying and failing to get a gf for 2 seasons.

nancy is a pretty girl who steve is attracted to. because steve is so nice and attractive, people think that means he deserves nancy. not only are you ignoring the characters goals, personalities, and aspirations, you're being incredibly misogynistic in thinking a girl is like a prize for a character you like.

other st*ncy fans, usually the female ones, do also believe this to an extent, but they also want to be the one to date steve. nancy is easy for women to project themselves on to, she's smart, pretty, funny, but has an edgier side to her. so they ship st*ncy as a way of kind of also shipping themselves w/ steve.

but the same is also true for byler/mlvn.

most mlvn fans are like. and i'm saying this because its true, not to demean anyone, usually either teen girls or nerdy guys from reddit.

teen girls are attracted to mike, and they insert themselves in the role of el. el is kind of a blank slate (through no fault of her own, mostly through trauma) so this is pretty easy.

nerdy guys from reddit can project themselves on to mike because mike is nerdy and unathletic. el is objectively a pretty girl, and she has super powers which make her special. these guys think its good representation for them when a guy like mike has a girlfriend like this, because it's also exactly what they want.

now byler, and this is controversial, can also be found guilty of this. specifically i see this from bylers who really hate mike or really love will. because they think will is perfect, he's been through so much pain, he deserves to be with mike, because he is in love with mike. this is once again kind of just using mike as a prize, and not really taking into account what mike actually wants as a character, or how well these characters fit together. now mike and will do actually fit together and have good chemistry/communication, which definitely complicates things. like, you got the right answer but with the wrong equation, you know? but because of this when you "show your work" (yes i'm going with the math analogy) your interpretation doesn't match well with people who solved the problem correctly.

tl;dr-- relationships are made of TWO people (sometimes more) and you have to consider both sides of the equation. you also have to look at how they work together, and how well what the characters want line up. if you ARE just going to rely entirely on self-projection or wanting what a single character wants, then that's actually completely fine too, but just be open about it, yknow?

[rixareth]

Top 5 fictional characters who make the WORST decisions? You can pick a specific medium (video games, books, TV shows etc) if the list is too long!

Oh, man, I love so many characters who make bad decisions! This is going to be tricky.

I'm not sure whether your question was 'who are your five favourite characters who make terrible decisions?' or 'of your favourite characters, which five make the worst decisions?', so I'll give you two lists.

Five terrible decision-makers who I love, emphasis on 'who I love':

Sean Diaz from Life Is Strange 2. Look, I cannot blame this kid for going on the run with his nine-year-old brother. He was panicking, the police were coming, and a police officer had just ruined his entire life, so naturally he was unwilling to stick around and encounter more of them. It was a deeply understandable decision, but it was nonetheless a decision that fucked a lot of things up.

Ellie from The Last of Us. I started loving Ellie in the first game, which was before she started making really terrible decisions. But I still love her after her desperate 'if I kill enough people, I'll feel better, right? right???' quest of the second game, and that definitely means she qualifies for this list.

Jack Shephard from Lost. Jack is a grieving, angry, unstable mess who's been thrown into a leadership position when he's barely clinging onto any form of reason with his fingernails. He has a lot of intense feelings, a gigantic saviour complex, poor self-control and no ability to delegate. Everything he does is a) guaranteed to blow up in his face and b) absolutely fascinating to me.

James Sunderland from Silent Hill 2. Look, if your dead wife tells you to come to a town, and then the town is full of monsters, you turn around and leave. I feel like there was another big terrible decision he made too, but I can't - I can't quite remember. That's weird. I wish I had a recording or something to jog my memory.

Light Yagami from Death Note. Light is very smart, but he's also very proud, and he loves using his own intelligence to convince himself that the correct course of action coincidentally happens to be the thing he really wants to do. Yes, if he kills these people in this way, it'll make him look suspicious. But that's what he wants! It's all part of his ingenious plan to catch L, and totally not just because he wants to send L a personal 'fuck you' message. The 'fuck you' is coincidental. This is a very smart move.

Five terrible decision-makers who I love, emphasis on 'terrible decision-makers':

Seifer Almasy from Final Fantasy VIII. One of the first terrible decision-makers I ever developed a fondness for! Seifer, you can't assist an evil sorceress in taking over the world just because you think it's cool and romantic and you really want to show up your rival at school.

WD Gaster from @zarla-s's Undertale fancomic Handplates. Gaster is an expert in doing terrible things while convincing himself that there's definitely, definitely no other course of action. He's awful and I love him.

Chloe Price from Life Is Strange. Chloe is an absolute disaster in a way I find refreshing from a female character. Playing Life Is Strange is a struggle because I want Chloe to like me, but everything she wants me to do is terrible. I don't want to steal money or shoot people or hang up on my distraught friend, Chloe!

Aaaaand Jack Shephard and Light Yagami again. Fascinating characters. I could watch them making ill-advised decisions all day.

Honourable mentions to the other characters who crossed my mind while I was working on these lists:

Mike Munroe from Until Dawn

Lightning 'look, I don't expect punching a god in the face to go well, but I reeeeeally want to punch this god in the face' Farron from Final Fantasy XIII

Jeff Winger from Community

Mondo Owada from Danganronpa

Dr Cox from Scrubs

Keiichi Maebara from Higurashi. I realise there are extenuating circumstances, but murder isn't going to solve your problems! Stop murdering people!

The instant I post this, I'm going to think of twenty other characters I should have mentioned.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (6-12 Oct 2024)

clyde you were the mvp of this entire series

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Every Door Opens (notoska) - Part 1 of We Made Ourselves - 74K, post WS angsty slow burn getting together fic - very delicious

🥰 Melt Into, Melt Until (notoska) - Part 2 of We Made Ourselves - 79K, stucky, post-getting together, lots & lots of slooooooow sex (positive) (very positive)

🥰 The Blood Contract (ikft) - 75K, Suits vampire AU - author's description: "What if we did Suits but half the characters were vampires for no discernible reason? What if that ended up changing very little … Because nothing screams satire like a bunch of lawyers who are also vampires." - great worldbuilding. first in a series but does stand alone

😍 A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy) series - parts 1-3 (dorian_burberrycanary) - first 3 fics in a series of 4 works (40K out of 151K total) - a marvelous stucky post-EG/TFATWS fix it (knowledge of TFATWS canon not required)

💖💖 +136K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Unorthodox (LearnedFoot) - Suits: Mike/Harvey, 6K - enjoyable alt-meeting AU

Something Else When I See You (emchant3d) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 5K - 🔥🔥🔥

Normal (LearnedFoot) - Suits: Mike/Harvey, 9K - amnesia fic just never gets old!

Bon Voyage (spqr) - Doctor Odyssey: Max/Avery/Tristan, 11K - been fervently hoping someone would write this OT3 since ep 1 aired. Truly blessed this writer (one of my faves) took it on.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

In Deep: Life at the Bottom of the Ocean With Dr. Sarah McAnulty - Session 4

Dr. Odyssey - s1, e3

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - s1, e1-2

The Sam Sanders Show - Sasheer Zamata on Queerness, Witches, and Disney

Handsome - Drew Barrymore asks about bats in caves

Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #8

The Sam Sanders Show - Monét X Change: Drag, Politics, and Opera

Dirty Laundry - s4, e5

Gastronauts - s1, e1

Elementary - s2, e9-19

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Pop Culture Happy Hour - A Different Man

Code Switch - Ask Code Switch: Is it a preference or fetish?

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Dear Wait Wait: How do I keep my kid from biting people?

Vibe Check - The Vibe Coven

The Sporkful - How Cascatelli Ended Up In A German Museum

Pop Culture Happy Hour - SNL, Late Night, And The Election

⭐ Pop Culture Happy Hour - Pop Culture Pumpkin Spice Lattes: Basic But We Love It

Death, Sex & Money - Bonus: Two Sex Columnists on Tapping into Turn-Ons

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Saturday Night And What's Making Us Happy

Dear Prudence - I Spread A Rumor That Alienated My Friends and Mentor. Help!

Dear Prudence - Prudie Plus: My Partner is Kind, Generous…and a Trump Voter. Help!

It's Been a Minute - Is the free speech debate dead? Plus, the devil! Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 636. Swordcrossed Cozy Romantasy with Freya Marske

⭐ Today, Explained - Pennies don’t make cents

99% Invisible - Christiania

Ologies - Momiology (MUMMIFICATION) with Kara Cooney & Salima Ikram

Re: Dracula - October 11: Freedom of Soul

Sibling Rivalry - The One About Diddy

It's Been a Minute - The SMACKDOWN: Techno vs. Aaliyah vs. Motown

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Juliana Hatfield covers

[sevenmerrymagpies]

Chapter 4

Steve Harrington is an artificial lifeform created by his two "parents," Dr. Don Harrington and Dr. Caroline Harrington in the spring of 1966. His objective is to learn through experience and prove his creators hypotheses about neutral networks correct. In 1983, he decides to start adding his own objectives.

Teaser under the cut

The kids' voices were gaining volume as they began arguing with each other. As far as Steve could tell, they were planning a suicide mission. From Steve's risk analysis calculations, a potential winning outcome for them was abysmal. 

"Yeah, and then we all die," Steve said as the kids paused long enough for him to say something.

"That's one point of view," Dustin said.

"No, that's not a point of view, Dustin. It's a fact," Steve said. There were too many variables and too many unknowns. What he knew about—for example, the demodogs—was nothing the kids could face alone. Even Steve couldn't face them all by himself. Not more than two or maybe three at a time, like at the junkyard. Even then, he didn't know how well he would have done against the creatures if the hivemind hadn't called them off. 

Of course, they ignored him. 

Mike moved around the house, the kids following him as he laid out his newest plan. Steve followed them, hoping any of them would do the same risk analysis Steve had already done. Weren't these kids all supposed to be smart? This was basic statistics.

"Maybe if we set this on fire," Mike said, gesturing to the crayon drawings covering the floor.

"Yeah, that's a no," Steve said, throwing the dish towel over his shoulder.

Predictably, at this point, the rest of the kids joined in, talking over Steve as if he'd never spoken at all.

"Hey," he said, and they kept talking. "Hey," he interjected again to no avail. "Hey, hey, hey," he clapped his hands and finally got their attention long enough to say, "This is not happening. No, no, no buts. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on doing. We're staying here, on the bench, and we're waiting here for the starting players to do their jobs. Does everybody understand that?"

"This isn't a stupid sports game," Mike complained.

"I said does everybody understand that?" They rolled their eyes at him. "I need a yes."

Into the silence of their obstinance came the roar of an engine. Max's demeanor shifted from stubborn to dawning fear before she jogged over to the window. "It's my brother." She told Lucas, who followed behind her. "He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me." She looked at Lucas. "He'll kill us."

Steve wasn't sure who her brother was until he heard the engine rev. He knew that engine, and he knew the driver. That was the blue Camero—a 1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, to be exact. Only the new kid, Billy Hargrove, drove that car in Hawkins. 

Steve thought for a moment. He couldn't let anyone die. Or any of these kids get hurt. Not just because Hopper told him to but because the alternative was not something Steve could tolerate. 

Steve thought about last year. When he changed or updated his original programming. He could do it again. He could add to the changes he'd already started last year. His first addendum hadn't been enough to keep him from still being bullshit in the eyes of the woman he loved, but maybe, if he changed enough, he could be good enough for her one day. 

First objective: learn through experience. Surely, everything happening with the Upside Down fell outside typical human experience, but he wouldn't abandon these people now. 

Self-given sub-parameters: don't be an asshole. It was a work in progress. It was more difficult than expected to do the right thing. Nancy telling him everything about him was bullshit was proof enough of that. 

He reached deep within himself and updated his code once again. There inside himself was his sparkling new self-given sub-parameter (addendum A): keep the kids alive no matter what. 

[lighthousekeepers-burner-blog]

the irony is before covid and the climate crisis kicked into full gear I was the neighborhood skeptic, my first incarnation of this blog (Clever Beast) was all that, a mania of skeptical pursuits but closely aligned with a healthy criticism of scientism. oh 2008. then the world went batshit, and for many people today anything scientific that doesn't perfectly align with taste got siloed out of existence. now you can mix and match realities to suit your lifestyle. it's enough to make a postmodern postdoc blush.

I still want science to be scrutinized, there's a whole lot wrong, particularly with the institutions funding it and where it doesn't go. As with anything, there are trailblazers that defy the groupthink and make revolutions, and also just solid day-to-day science being done by smart, professional, talented people. I didn't say that enough before, but jesus, in 2023, lets bang some pots and pans for these servants of stoicism.

since 2020 I have spent more and more time reading scientific papers, following scientists, absorbing minutiae of shit I didn't even know existed. I'm no scientist, and my reading is more as an information specialist, and having a lot of time to see how pieces of data interact with other pieces of data, how consensus shifts and evolves. I operate from the primary opinion that people smarter than me know what they are talking about and their consensus on issues pertaining to my health insofar as their opinions are not outright bought by corporations, have greater weight to me than say, Dr Mike's Youtube's channel. That science has a talent for weeding out the shit, although too rigorously it can lose some of the nuances, so it's sometimes necessary to integrate the scientific consensus within a larger framekwork of understanding that can take into consideration human faculties beyond reason to assess value.

The science says we're fucked. climate scientists are losing their shit, and being very unscientific with their hyperbole, and even the fucking Pope is out there dooming away, and the Pope is always twenty years behind the zeitgeist, so you got a good idea of where we are now. and Covid. We don't even know the 5 year prognosis of the disease, and people are pretending it is over. not epidemologists, immunologists, the ones that have been consistently right, over and over, as the minimizers have been trying to downplay the crisis these last three years. Their expert opinions are dire as well. It's affecting fertility, brain chemistry, diabetes, immune systems, we don't have individual all-star variants anymore, we have soups of variants, so that repeat infections are easier to get closer together. and repeat infections are increased chance of long covid, and while minimizers love pointing at deaths as some marker of progress (though awfully silent pre-vaccines) I would rather be dead then experience what some of the long haulers of covid go through, and I read about on a daily basis. At-risk. we are ALL AT-RISK. Co-morbidities... fucking professional athletes are dropping dead, and you want to fat shame us.

Everyone has a threshold for bad news. Seems like a lot of people it is magical thinking to erase it all from their minds, a pandemic ptsd, anxiety, just low tolerance for reality. Ok. Problem is we need to dig ourselves out of this, and the people that can see this clearly, are clamoring for your attention. Denial of reality will kill us all, will kill us faster. I don't know what the best approach is, I don't know how to turn this ship around, but we need to start acknowledging some basics of reality, and be civic-minded, and give a shit about each other. It was dumb but I liked the banging of pots and pans for nurses. it was the last time I felt like I was part of a society. I don't want to pretend anymore. it makes it all more depressing to me. Even a loud minority can make significant changes, it's a weird glitch in the democratic system. We just need to process reality more, being cognizant of facts, speak up when people lie, speak up when people tell the truth, disseminate information the way the media is supposed to do, vote, donate, give a shit. It's good to feel.

this is an unedited rant but you get the idea. wake up, please, wake up. we need you.

[curiousdamage]

For the character asks, I'll go with Annie and Jake - one canon and one oc, lol.

Jake:

Sexuality Headcanon: Heterosexual

Gender Headcanon: Cishet.

A ship I have with said character: Annie. But for Jake in canon, I wish they had paired him with the teacher in One Lullaby, not forever, but for that episode. I do wish they had given him a good love interest in the show that wasn't as forced as his eventual love interest was.

A BROTP I have with said character: Hank obviously.

A NOTP I have with said character: Both Teresa and Dorothy. I like the idea for both of them, but the writing for them was horrible. With Dorothy, it seemed like they were both just doing it to spite Loren and it went on too long. 

For Teresa, it was just like ‘it’s the last season. Better shove this in somewhere.’

They could have done the story arc with Teresa so much better if they had just developed it a little more. 

A random headcanon: I have two. 

One: He had a soft spot for Loren because Loren treated him more like a son than his real father ever had. 

Two: He’s never spent the night with any of the women at the saloon because he doesn’t want to take advantage of their desperation. Having grown up on the streets, he knows how that desperation feels. However, he doesn’t object to Hank employing them because they are going to do it regardless and at least working for Hank offers them some protection and safety that they wouldn’t have on their own. He also tries to talk Hank into letting Myra out of her contract when she wants to marry Horace. 

General Opinion over said character: I think he had a lot of potential for character arc and growth if the show hadn’t been written in a way that made it so that Dr. Mike and her family could only be the only right or progressive characters. I’ve talked about this before, but there are lots of scenes where he acted in ways that showed he was changing his bigoted ideas only to have the writers reverse that in the next episode so that there was someone for Dr. Mike to argue with, like calling for Dr. Mike to treat Cloud Dancing to keep the soldiers from being able to imprison him in another territory when he would have been more than capable to treat him on his own.

Annie:

Sexuality Headcanon: Heterosexual

Gender Headcanon: Cishet.

A ship I have with said character: Jake, but also, under different circumstances, she and Roger could have been a good match for each other. 

A BROTP I have with said character: Abigail before her death, and Clarice to a lesser degree, also before the death, but I hope she’ll take over Olive’s place as the friend willing to call Dr. Mike out on occasion. 

A NOTP I have with said character: Slight spoilers, but Martin and even though I said above that she and Roger could be good for each other, I’m going to put Roger on this list because they just aren’t right. 

A random headcanon: Annie had internalized so many of Maude’s comments about her looks and relationship prospects, that had she not met Jake in the way she did, a way that forced her to have a real, meaningful interaction with him, she would have never had a relationship with him or anyone else. She subconsciously protected herself from being hurt by projecting an air of disinterest and detachment that few could get past. 

General Opinion over said character: I created her, so I like her a lot. LOL. So I’ll just talk some more about her. She’s smart, loving, and kind, but also can be cold and distant. I would say more, but it might be spoilers.  

Thanks for the asks!