#no shade to Mike honestly I adore him

[thestarsarecool]

GEOFFREY: Do you think you were ever Paul McCartney's best friend?

DENNY: I don't know. I felt we were friends. Whether I was his best friend ...

GEOFFREY: Well, there wasn't anyone else who was around anymore, was there?

DENNY: No. But I mean he had his brother, he had his family.

GEOFFREY: Was he very close with Mike?

DENNY: Yes. But in an elder brother sort of way. I mean he certainly wouldn't spoil Mike, but he'd still buy him a car once in a while or help him out. I don't think they were the best of friends all the time. There's a competition there, but then you get that in a lot of families.

GEOFFREY: Personally, I think Mike is extremely talented and his McGear allbum was brilliant. I always look on that LP like a Wings album.

DENNY: Yes. Well, we all played on it. Paul was very much the main man there, the producer.

GEOFFREY: I don't quite understand why it didn't do anything.

DENNY: I know. That's always upset me as well. Let's put it this way: if Paul had pushed that like he did his own albums, it would have been big, and it deserved to be. Frankly, I was a little bit disappointed that Paul didn't get behind that. I think he mainly left it to Mike. We all know that Mike hasn't got his kind of money and couldn't have promoted it properly.

GEOFFREY: It's funny how he never drew Mike into the family business.

DENNY: Mike might not have wanted to, you know. There's that brotherly rivalry there.

Source: Geoffrey Giuliano Interview with Denny Laine, 1989. Transcribed in Blackbird: The Life and Times of Paul McCartney.

[sleepyhutcherson]

those eyes, that mouth

peeta bakes you cinnamon rolls but can’t fight the urge to feed you…

pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

contains: food play… not sure if it counts? established relationship, fluff, reader is feeling down at the beginning but yk nothing really mentioned, not necessarily nsfw but he feeds you and has you suck the frosting from his fingers… lol.

a/n: have this short thing i wrote whilee i struggle getting to my requests aaannd part two of know it’s for the better <33 alsoo first time writing for peeta!! i feel like this blog is mostly mike and derek but istg i have a lot of requests for more jhutch characters so i’ll be bringing in more josh futterman and billy content !!!

You weren’t feeling too well, Peeta had noticed the frown on your face the moment you woke up. He pulled you closer to him, your eyes meeting his as the early sun cleared Peeta’s usual brown eyes to a tender hazel tone. “What’s wrong, honey?” He asks, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his hand.

Honestly? You weren’t sure what was wrong, you woke up with a heavy feeling in your chest, a familiar sadness weighing down on you. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Peeta’s exposed neck, you hear him giggle softly at your actions. “I don’t know,” your words are muffled against his warm, precious skin. “I just feel a little down.” You admit with a bit of shame.

Peeta continues to rub your bare back comfortingly, his chin resting above your head. “Do you want to stay in bed a little longer?” He asks, his tone soft.

You nod a little, peppering a few small kisses on his neck—your way of thanking him for understanding. He stays with you, humming some made up tune to fill the silence in your shared bedroom, rubbing your back Right as you were drifting back to sleep you felt him pull away, a small whine escaping your lips making him chuckle softly.

“Please don’t go,” you mumble, half asleep. You don’t have enough strength or energy to pull him back down so he’s up before you know it. He pulls on a pair of pyjama pants and a white t-shirt, all while staring down at the lovely sight of you trying to stay awake, your eyes half lidded. You were so adorable.

He leans down, planting a loving kiss on your forehead all while smiling. “I’ll be back,” he whispers, assuring you even if you already passed out.

—

You wake up hours later to a rainy scenery outside, droplets of water hitting your bedroom window threateningly. You can’t help but feel a strange comfort in the gloomy weather; oddly enough, you were feeling just a little better—well, better than you were feeling in the morning. You took notice of the extra blankets that you were tangled up in, you smiled knowing Peeta had draped them over you sometime while you were asleep.

“Feeling better?” Your head perks up at his voice, you could practically hear the smile in his words. You sit up and you’re greeted with a lovely sight: a smiley Peeta wearing a dark brown knitted jumper, a smudge of—what you assume is—flour on his forehead and a warm scent of cinnamon following him in. Your eyes follow down to a porcelain plate in his hands with a freshly made cinnamon roll, your stomach growls at the sight.

You nod. “Much better,” you reply, ogling the pastry.

“Eyes up here,” he teases, but there’s something so demanding about his tone—even if it’s lathered with his usual gentle tone—it’s difficult not to find it hot. You meet his eyes and he smiles with satisfaction, making his way towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. He sets the plate down at the night stand, his hands free to caress your face, holding you so delicately. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He rubs your cheek with his thumb, his eyes taking the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him, so precious. You could see it in his eyes alone just how much he loved you. A shade of pink tints your cheeks feeling flustered by having Peeta’s eyes on you for this long. He was taking his time, as he always did when it came to admiring your beauty. “Those eyes…” he whispers, his eyes boring into yours, “such pretty eyes.”

You feel suddenly shy at his compliment, ducking your head slightly, trying to hide the deeper shade of pink you probably are now. He lifts your head up to look at him, his pointer under your chin as he gently forces you to meet his eyes. “Hungry?” He asks, his eyes trailing down to your lips with such hunger. You nod, too overstimulated to use your words now.

He reached for the cinnamon roll, he knew how much you loved the warm bun, especially when it was made by him. He holds it there for you, there’s no fork, he glances up at you and you see this sudden lust in his eyes…a small smirk on his lips. He sets the plate down between you two, his hands reaching down to rip a piece of the warm bread for you. It’s warm and sticky against his fingers, he brings it up to your lips, holding it just a few inches away from you. “Open,” he instructs, trying to keep a stern tone. You do as told, slightly opening your mouth, and he nearly melts at the sight. “Oh, that mouth…” he says breathlessly. He feeds you the tasty roll, watching you slowly eat it and it’s such a gorgeous sight seeing you eat.

Once you’ve swallowed the small piece he brings up the whole cinnamon roll up to you, you giggle softly. “Big bite,” he whispers with an eagerness to his tone you can’t miss. You slowly inch closer to him, looking up at him as you gradually take a bite of the cinnamon roll all while keeping your pretty eyes interlocked with his. He lets out a pathetic moan at the mere sight.

You giggle softly, chewing on the chunk you bit off. Peeta reaches up to wipe the bit of frosting off from the corner of your lips. Then an idea occurs to him.

With his pointer finger and his middle he dips the two into the middle of the cinnamon roll, the white glaze coating his long fingers. He makes sure to get enough on them—enough to keep your mouth on his fingers for long. You watch him with hunger, wanting his fingers in your mouth now so desperately.

His fingers come up to your lips, moving his digits covered in the sweet icing around your lips, swiping them slowly. Your lips are now covered and Peeta can’t help but think of how similar the white glaze looks like…

“Open, sweetheart.” He commands eagerly, so mesmerised by the sight of you. You do as told, parting your lips, giving him access to your mouth.

His fingers enter your mouth, the icing tasting so good on your tongue or maybe it was Peeta’s fingers. Your eyes are locked with his as your lips wrap around his fingers, a grin on his face. “Suck,” he says more sternly now and you obide sucking all the sweet icing from his perfectly long fingers, lewd sounds filling the room now and fuck does Peeta almost get off from the sight alone. “So good,” he moans breathlessly as you continue to work your mouth on his fingers, attempting to clean them off from the stickiness.

You pull away with a pop! sound that makes Peeta weak. He pulls you in immediately craving your lips—a taste of you. His hands are pressed up at the sides of you face, crashing his lips into yours with a force he’s never really used before but God was he so fucking hungry for you right now. He tastes the glaze on your lips, the desire and lust all over your mouth.

“Mm’you taste so good, sweetheart.”

[sweetheartedbylust]

On one of your recent posts you mentioned that Mike would be really good at brat taming and I think you should expand on how he’d be like with a bratty reader. I hardly ever see any Dom Mike fics/blurbs let alone him being a brat tamer and I think you could bring that fantasy to life with your writing.

Brat tamer Mike Schmidt x fem reader NSFW HC’s!.

Omg I love this sm, y’all have no idea , anyway let’s get into it . Y’all know all the dumb shit I do but here’s some more for this fic

WARNINGS : obviously dom mike , spanking , , praise And degradation, Choking. And ofc brat taming

* LAWD HAVE MERCY OKAYY. This man can honestly enjoy being a brat tamer . Just something about gets his cock hard . Mike honestly doesn’t know why but it does .

* I know he’ll just bend you over his bed . Get behind you and spank you until you’re just whimpering. Mocking the noises you make .

“ huh? Can’t say shit? . Don’t cry baby this is what you get “ a small smirk appears on his face as he looks at the beautiful shade of red your ass has turned

* sometimes he’ll just sweetly turn your head up to him while your getting pounded for talking shit just a lil too much . And slowly wrap his hand around your neck

* this man probably has a tolerance tbh . He can take a lot but when you go over his limits . God be with you. He honestly will just turn around and stare in ur eyes with that stare .

* this man probably lovess denying you cumming. That’s mostly how he likes you to learn your lesson most of the time . He will bring you rightt to the edge and just pull it away and he honestly loves it

* if you just slightly act like one in public. He won’t really react besides a sigh and an eye roll . But when you get home and try to fake an apology . He sits down ..looks to you . Breaths out ,

“ don’t worry about it sweetheart, I got a way for you to make it up to me” . He says unbuckling his belt . As in a few minutes he’s watching his baby choke on his dick as he sweetly smiles .

* sometimes if he’s rlly stressed out from a shift and your pushing his buttons too. He’ll just lay you out on his bed and take his belt off and spank you till your ass is red ORR he will take it around your neck *not enough to hurt you* and pound you until the only thing that can come out of your mouth is little whimpers of “Mikey”

* in the end . He sits and kisses you as you lay there with a smile on your fucked out face . No matter how much you piss him off . He always adores you .

💋

[band--psycho]

Eddie Munson x Reader- Under The Mistletoe

Thank you to the lovely @xbreezymeadowsx for requesting this story for my Christmas Writing Challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Prompt- Hey look...mistletoe

Christmas parties were never something Eddie was interested in, in fact he purposely avoided attending them and throwing them. 

But this year was different. 

Not just because he’d grown to be friends with Dustin and Mike; but because he’d become rather close to Y/n Y/l/n and she absolutely adored Christmas. 

So throwing a last minute Christmas party was sort of a no brainer. 

He got as many decorations as he could find to put up in and around his trailer. 

The Christmas tree he had purchased was too big to fit in the trailer so that was outside; covered in tinsel and baubles. 

Luckily his friends, plus Dustin, Mike, Steve, Robin and Nancy were there to help him quickly put all of this together otherwise he’d still be decorating his home after Christmas.

Dustin, Steve and Robin were sorting out the food and drinks for the evening. Nancy was in charge of decorating and was bossing Mike and Eddie around for most of the day as they decorated the trailer, making sure it was absolutely perfect and way too Christmassy.

He just wanted to make Y/n happy. 

He knew this year had been stressful for her; and he just wanted to do something that would make her smile and take her mind away from the stresses of life. 

Even if it was just for one night.

~~~~~

The Christmas party had been a huge success; Y/n had had a beaming smile on her face for the entire evening; her happiness was infectious. 

The evening has been full of cheesy Christmas songs that at one point or another they were all belting out at the top of their lungs, even Steve, who earlier had refused to sing at all. 

For once, Eddie didn’t feel like an outsider….and that was all down to Y/n. 

He’d liked Y/n for a while now; and everyone said it was obvious to see but if it was so obvious to see why did Y/n not see it? Or did she see it and not feel the same? 

It wasn’t a question Eddie really wanted to ask, for fear of making their friendship awkward; or ruining it all together. 

“Eddie, this is perfect,” Y/n beamed; wrapping her arms around his middle, pulling him into a tight hug. 

Eddie wasn’t huge on hugging. But he would certainly never turn down a hug from Y/n; so he wrapped he just embraced the hug. 

“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered softly; one of his arms wrapping around her shoulder while the other held the back of her head, stroking it softly. 

Y/n pulled away slightly; looking up at Eddie meeting his adorable brown that she could honestly stare at for hours, before glancing up above them both to see mistletoe hanging on the ceiling. 

“Hey look,” Y/n began, making Eddie's eyes follow hers. 

“Mistletoe,”

“So it is,” Eddie chuckled nervously; feeling his cheeks turn a bright shade of red as his eyes met her again. 

“We don’t have to-”

Y/n slowly moved her hands, so that she could tug on Eddie's denim jacket slightly.

“I want to,” Y/n cooed, her lips inches from his as she looked up into his gorgeous eyes one last time before she thought ‘fuck it’ and closed the distance between them. 

And that kiss was the most magical thing either of them had ever felt; not just because they were kissing under the mistletoe at Christmas. But because even though neither of them knew it, they’d both liked each other for a significantly long time; and after all those years of mutually pining for one another…here they were, kissing one another. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, sweetheart,” Eddie breathed, his lips still hovering over Y/ns. 

“Oh I think I do,” Y/n mumbled; a smile growing on her face as she connected their lips once more.

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[izzyspussy]

gold rush: Richie/Eddie + meeting during the 27 years (3/3 3/4 oops)

Summary: Eddie “meets” Richie at a bar while they’re both out of town for work, and immediately decides right now is the perfect time to have his midlife crisis.

"Okay, alright," Ben placates when the laughter goes long, gesturing for everyone to settle down, only half genuine. "How 'bout you, Eddie? You married?" "Uh, no," Eddie mumbles, emerging reluctantly from his one-handed cocoon. He debates for a moment, feeling sick. But he has to make sure Richie gets the full picture, now that he has to have any of it. "Engaged. Or I was a year ago, anyway." Richie goes still and silent next to him, his hands freezing where they had been using his chopsticks to whack out a shitty little drumline on the cloth-covered table. "What happened?" Ben asks softly, sympathetically. Eddie's throat hurts; the truth hurts. He coughs it away as best he can. "I moved," he says. "For- uh. For work." Like Pretty fucking Woman. Richie fumbles putting down his chopsticks, tucks his hands under the table. Eddie watches him do it through his peripheral vision. "Sorry to hear that, Eds," Mike murmurs across the now quiet table. Eddie tenses up to hold back a flinch at the nickname. Richie came up with that nickname. Twice. He hasn't used it since they got here. "So, anyway!" Richie says instead, cutting through the atmosphere like a fucking anvil, like he always did as a kid. He brings his hands back up to gesture wildly. "Ben! Where's the rest of you?" "I- Yeah, I guess I lost a few pounds," Ben says, chuckling awkwardly. Eddie, Bill, and Mike all make noises of agreement - Eddie maybe a little more enthusiastically than required, latching onto the change of subject eagerly. "You're hot!" Richie gushes. Eddie can't help but look Ben over, almost as if directed to do so by Richie's words. His eyes sweep up and down Ben's body like a compass needle sweeping around to point North. He admires, for a moment, Ben's somewhat dainty wrists, his bulging shoulders, his thick thighs under the table. The tightness of his fucking cowboy jeans, too, makes for a prettier picture in between them than a looser fit would provide. But then Richie goes on. "You're gorgeous, man! You're like if every Brazilian soccer player was rolled into one person." He pauses there, and sitting so close at hand, Eddie can hear him take a shaking breath, hyping himself up. Braced, he finishes, "Do you like men? Asking for a friend." Suddenly, Eddie isn't so enthused with this topic anymore. There's easy laughter from everyone else, and then a pause when what Richie's said sinks in. Then laughter again, to Richie's palpable relief. "That would be so weird," Bill says, making a face. "What?" Richie demands. "Only you're allowed to date fellow Losers?" "Leader privileges," Bill says with a smirk and a nod. "Okay, gross," Richie condemns, ruining it by laughing halfway through. He turns back to Ben and adds, "Apparently the friend I'm asking for is Bill. Would you date Bill, Ben? Would you let Bill touch your rock hard washboard abs, Ben?" "Oh my God," says Ben, hiding his glowing face behind his beer. "Leave him alone, you're embarrassing him," Bev reprimands, sounding like she's never meant anything less in her life. Eddie can't really blame her - Ben's blush is as adorable as it's ever been, now with the added visual benefits of a strong jaw and a handsomely trimmed goatee. However, he would personally strongly prefer if Richie did leave Ben alone. "What dat ass do? For Bill, I mean." Richie is relentless, though he's honestly looking more at Bill than Ben at this point. Bill, who is choking he's laughing so hard, face so red he's putting Ben's alluring blush to shame - exclusively in terms of shade. While Ben makes for a bashful Prince Charming, Bill looks like a baking tomato that is about to explode in the oven. "Jesus, somebody save me," Ben pleads. "Where the hell is Stanley?"

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[scheodingers-muppet]

Welcome back to "Jace has Stranger Things and Taylor Swift brainrot." On today's episode: Red. I'm going kinda out of order, but I honestly think I'll end up doing every album so if you want to see a specific album, let me know

State of Grace: Steddie. "I never saw you coming" "You were never a saint, and I've loved in shades of wrong" They both can be mean and tough, but they were so soft around each other almost immediately

Red: Stancy, from Steve's POV. The relationship was honestly toxic, but it was filled with adrenaline and most likely Steve's first real love. Losing her was hard, since he loved her so strongly. I'm also a "Steve's emotions are too big for his body" person so I might be projecting

Treacherous: Lumax. Max grew up without a strong sense of what a healthy relationship should look like. Her stepdad sucked and was likely awful to her Mom. She's scared of what love and letting people in her bubble mean. Then you add the fact Billy straight up told her to avoid Lucas but she couldn't resist. Then Lucas warning her that getting involved with him could be dangerous. It's not safe on paper, but she loves him

I Knew You Were Trouble: Stancy, from Steve's side. I promise not all the breakup songs will be Stancy. But the line "the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me, or her, or anyone" paired with the fight, her inability to tell Steve she loves him, the strain with Jonathan in season 4. It just fits so well

All Too Well: Mike and El. "Any time now, he's gonna say it's love. You never called it what it was, til we were dead and gone and buried, checked the pulse and come back swearing it's the same." "You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath" and Mike literally keeping her a secret at first. "I'm a crumbled up piece of paper" as an analogy to the letters. "Maybe we got lost in translation" and El feeling like she isn't even the same species as Mike. "The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy ever, lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you" Need I continue?

22: Season 3 Elmax at the mall. Just being teenage girls, the way they deserve. Also, imagine them having a sleepover, dancing around screaming this song while Hopper's at work one night. Adorable

I Almost Do: Jopper. I think the idea that Joyce waited for Hopper, for him to mature or whatever it was, and finally had to stop waiting. It tore them both apart, but I think Joyce would have had a similar reaction to this song; through Lonnie (or however you spell his name), Bob. Everything

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: Lumax. My on-again-off-again OTP. Another big slumber party song. They will get back together though, let's be honest

Stay Stay Stay: Platonic Stobbin. I just know Robin would be horrible in an actual fight, she'd get so ready for someone to leave and just snap at them. Steve would try to make her laugh once they sit down to talk it out to relieve the tension. In Steve's eyes, everyone he loves leaves, but Robin stays

The Last Time: Byler. Will has had to beg Mike to give him some attention lately, like in season 4 with the letter fight. "The is the last time I'm asking you this, put my name at the top of your list" "You break my heart in the blink of an eye" "This is the last time I say it's been you all along"

Holy Ground: Platonic Stancy. Like, they've both moved on and have each other as friends in their lives. I love the idea of Steddie and Ronance, with Steve and Nancy dancing together at their weddings

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Jancy. They only started hanging out because of tragedies. Their relationship has only existed because of horrible things, but they found beauty in it. "Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting" and "Could you just try to listen?" with the fight in season 3 and them living on opposite sides of the country in season 4.

The Lucky One: Steve. "You had it figured out since you were in school, everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool" Everyone is quick to tell him he's got it good since he has a rich family and was Mr. Popular, but he's lonely. "Your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you." "You don't feel pretty, you just feel used" "You wonder if you'll make it out alive"

Everything Has Changed: Lumax!! "All I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes, and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind" "All I know is a simple name and everything as changed" from Lucas's pov. "All my walls stood tall, painted blue but I'll take 'em down and open up the door for you" "All I know is a new found grace. All my days, I'll know your face" from Max

Starlight: Robin. I think Robin would love space and the stars. We know she loves music, and I think she'd like to dance too. Also the line "worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way" fits her so well. And the line "He's talking crazy, dancing with me. We could get married, have ten kids and teach them how to dream" reads to me as Robin playfully joking about Steve's old crush on her, and I think the two of them would totally hang out on Robin's prom night, but Steve would still make her dance because everyone deserves an awkward prom slow dance

Begin Again: Max, not necessarily about a relationship though. This song makes me think of Max's damaged relationship with men and the party helping her heal that. Billy was abusive, her stepdad sucked. We see Steve be that protective figure where Billy was the opposite. Hopper would totally also take her under his wing and show her what a father figure should be. The boys in the party treat her as an equal. They think she's fierce and funny and beautiful, but they treat her as a person too. She's not used to that; the men in her life haven't been good to her. But they're showing her how worthy she is

The Moment I Knew: Byler. I love Mike, but he's severely dropped the ball for Will. Will was so excited to see him in season 4, but he's hardly paying attention to him before everything happens. Add the fact that season 4 should have been over Will's birthday

Come Back... Be Here: Steddie. "I told myself don't get attached." "I don't want to miss you like this" "If I had known what I'd known now, I never would've played so nonchalant" "I can't help but wish you took me with you" "This is falling in love in the cruelest way" "This is falling for you and you are worlds away"

Girl At Home: Honestly, Murray. Why? I Don't know. But it's him.

Ronan: Hopper (I'm sorry) I think we often forget he lost his daughter, and not only that, he blames himself. The little memories we see show how much he loved her.

Better Man: Max about Billy. She wanted to love him but he was so horrible to her and we see in season 4 how she does miss him. "Talking down to me like I'd always be around, push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun" "I wish it wasn't 4 am standing in the mirror saying 'you know you had to it' I know the bravest thing I ever did was wrong"

Nothing New: Nancy. "Girls go out and have your fun' then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it" Nancy tried to be a teenage girl and lost her best friend, blames herself for it, got slutshammed to the whole town, and became a monster hunter. She deals with the most sexism, both from other characters and the fandom. "what will become of me once I lost my novelty" "how can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22?" "She'll know the way and then she'll say she got the map from me" about Holly or Erica, and feeling so conflicted because these girls look up to her but she feels like a mess who shouldn't be a goal to reach. Especially for Erica, since she got roped into the Upside Down stuff so young.

The other vault songs don't really match in my opinion, so this is all for today

[lyracasstuff]

Heya!! I actually just found your blog and I would like to say how amazing your writing it! Aaaa it's so cute and you seem very sweet!! <3

I came here to ask for a idv match up! I'm a female, she/her, I'm bi but I do have a preference towards men. Also, I don't mind a survivor or hunter!! Whatever you feel like atm dear. I'm very energetic when you get me in the right mood!! I love baking and editing! I also quite like photography. I'm a very loving person but can get cold if I feel bad so it's a bad habit TwT. I do give lots of compliments to people and it may seem like i like them but I just really like pointing out nice things about people. I love hugs and kisses especially!! I love it if my s/o could give me attention but not too much yknow? Like i want them to be happy with their life with me and their life outside of our relationship. Umm I hope that's enough!! Thank you for making your blog! It is very nice!! You're doing great!! I appreciate you <3 (ps. Make sure to eat and drink enough~)

Thank you for caring about my health dearie~ Honestly,, I could also say the same for you..(｡･ω･｡)

And I'm quite glad that you enjoy reading my blog posts! It means quite a lot for me whenever I hear people enjoying my blog as much as I enjoy writing them..( ´ ▽ ` )

After much thinking,, I've decided to match you up with...

Joseph Desaulnier!!📷

Let's first address the big elephant in the room: Photography..（・∀・）

Since the both of you love photography,, I can most *definitely* imagine you two taking pictures of scenery found in the manor..

As well as *some* of the silly things that happen outside of matches.. Although,, it's more on your end than Joseph's..

However,, I must also remind you that you WILL be bombarded with questions partaining to your "equipment"..(｡･ω･｡)

Whether it'd be a modern HD camera or your smartphone,, it's safe to assume that Joseph will be VERY much curious about these "equipment" that you have brought from the "future" ((even though we call it anything *but* from the future..))

"Are you telling me that this camera of yours can capture pictures instantly??? With just a simple press of a button??? Then, does that mean you won't have to stand for long periods of time to take your picture???"

((Fun fact: the first cameras that were patented require you to stand for long periods of time to take your picture which explains why plenty of the pictures during the Victorian Era were people staying in one position like standing..))

"This "smartphone" can ALSO capture pictures?? Would you mind showing me how, ma chérie??"

"The quality of the pictures are ABSOLUTELY DIVINE! From what time period must you be to access this kind of machinery, ma chérie???"

I highly suggest that you study your equipment thoroughly because Joseph *will* be asking questions about your photography equipment..

Well,, that and Joseph will *literally* fumble with *every* single nook and cranny of said equipment where he might actually break something on accident..

Which is rare for the gentlemanly and disciplined Joseph,, however we ARE talking about one of his biggest passions here..╮(─▽─)╭

Another topic here that is perhaps connected somehow is editing!!（⌒▽⌒）

Joseph is quite astonished when you told him one time that photos can be tweaked from your time period..

Now, on one hand,, he is amused as he sometimes *does* struggle with getting the perfect picture when the environment around him just isn't having it..

But he also can't fathom the idea of people actually editing their photos so much that sometimes,, the unedited version looks far too different than the edited version...

When I say that,, I specifically mean people who probably use photoshop just a *bit* too much..(^_^;)

Not that there is anything wrong about it as everyone knows.. After all,, sometimes we just use it solely for entertainment by making weird, abstract collages of people..

((Like photoshopping a bunch of characters from different fandoms to make some sort of crack-crossover movie poster..╮(─▽─)╭))

It just that Joseph prefers less edited photos as he believes that a photo can shine on it's own when it's taken skillfully..

((Another fun fact: Based from what I can gather, the French in the 1800s preferred a more natural look, which is evident by their choices in makeup like powder for the face or some simple rouge for the lips and cheeks.. Of course,, we are excluding the hair as we all know that big, elaborate wigs were all the rage in this era..))

In fact,, he might even throw a *little* shade towards photos that are super edited...(◎_◎;)

Pls tell him to calm down and not insult people who do something similar to that.. It'll only escelate and get worse in the future..

Okay,, now that we've discussed those, I think we shall head on over to other things, don't you think??（・∀・）

Another reason as to why I paired you with Joseph is because of your upbeat and loving energy!!（〜^∇^)〜🧡

Joseph's life before the manor was already pretty gloomy, and it hasn't really improved when he got into the manor..

So your very energetic and affectionate nature will surely bring in some lost warmth to his life!!（＞ｙ＜）

Although,, please be patient with him for at least a little while.. After all, him *suddenly* receiving love and attention is a bit overwhelming for him to process all at once..╮(─▽─)╭

When he *does* gets used to it, he appreciates it very much..(∩_∩)

With that being said however,, he is still quite disciplined about the time that you two spend together AND the time that you two spend seperately from each other so you won't have to worry about having your boundaries being meshed together..（・∀・）

On the topic of affections,, Joseph will actually be a bit shocked to hear you dish out compliments to everyone in the manor.. And quite frankly,, as well as everyone else that you complimented

((Listen,, we're talking about the Victorian Era,, where modesty is highlighted as a core value..))

I'll be honest in saying that for a split-second,, Joseph *might've* actually thought of you as a flirtatious person

So when you explained to him that that's just how you are and that you just like to point out nice things about other people,, he's confused..(^_^;)

"Wait, but you complimented Mike's juggling act. Shouldn't that mean that you would like to court him??"

"Didn't you tell Victor that you thought he was sweet?? Pardon me for asking this, but are you... Interested in him, ma chérie?"

You're going to have to explain to him that just because you like a certain aspect of a person,, that doesn't mean you actually like them AS A WHOLE...

He may or not have demanded that you bake for him the next time that you two will have your afternoon tea together..(⌒_⌒;)

It's his "apology gift" as he puts it...

Okay,, I know I said that Joseph absolutely appreciates your loving side,, but he also *adores* your more "colder" side..

And no,, it's not because he's a masochist..(｡･ω･｡)

See, as much as Joseph relishes in the feeling of protecting someone he cares/loves.. Even he can admit that sometimes,, it gets too exhausting when your partner is the *literal definition* of a walking doormat..

I don't know about you,, but I kind of picture Joseph as someone who wants to have a partner that, at the *very least*,, can stand on their own two feet.. It gives Joseph a sense of pride,, see???

In conclusion,, I personally think that you and Joseph would work wonders for each other!! Different in your personalities, but united through the same common interest of photography.. I'd say its a decent balance of "opposites attract" and "similarities attract"..

🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷

Author's note: On the topic of people photoshopping the heck out of their photos.. DON'T HARRASS/BULLY/INSULT THEM PLEASE!!! I will be blunt in saying that I frankly do not care whatever your intentions were, because when you strip said intentions away from the grand scheme of things,,

All that's left is a situation where someone insulted/bullied/harassed another person just for editing their photos a bit too much..

And when you put it like that,, wouldn't you agree that it sounds idiotic? Because in all honesty, it is..(¬_¬) After all,, those photos won't be affecting you much in the long run now,, would they??

And even if you said that you did it with good intentions, the way you acted upon these "intentions" was poorly done when it could've been handled *much* more efficiently...

So in short,, pls don't harrass anyone that you know that does these to their photos, it's not only for their sake but also yours..( ´ ▽ ` )

I apologize for ranting like that,, however I feel as though these types of situations are completely meaningless AND avoidable had it not been for the people that continue to stick their fingers into others' honeyjars.. So I personally as though it needs to be said.. Again, sorry if this rant is a bit unsettling and a bit "rough on the edges"..(⌒_⌒;)

Well that's about it.. Until next time,, I'll see you all in my next post!!ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ💚

[cherry-interlude]

Lana Del Rey Unreleased Ranking (5)

This is a re-ranking of Lana's unreleased songs, after making a first a few years ago. This is all my opinion, which I don't mind anyone disagreeing with but don't come for me for it - honestly, I like every song, despite any criticism, and this ranking is very vague. It's based on objective and subjective opinion.

This is the fifth of five posts, with my favourites.

Wild One

Lana is nostalgic without the sadness, remembering how she’d shake it for Mike but is embracing her freedom. She lets country influence seep through her voice and her uncomplicated instrumentals – it would be an unsurprising addition to Chemtrails

True Love On The Side

Though simple in structure and lyrics, it’s more Lana’s grittier rock sound and her incredible vocals that make this one of my favourite unreleased tracks. Lana lets herself go and goes full pop rock chick for this track, whilst keeping in with her ‘other woman’ trope that makes the song still familiar despite its departure from her usual music.

Driving In Cars With Boys

Dripping in nostalgia, Driving In Cars With Boys makes you yearn for the kind of 1950s/1960s era Lana often laments over. Lana is a bad girl just having fun, doing what she pleases and giving in to her vices, and it’s this kind of song that is relatable in its escapism and desire to just do what you please. There are two versions, one with a more monotone chorus that matches the rest of the verses and another where Lana sings in a higher register, letting her cheerful, breezy love for driving with the boys shine through in her vocals.

Angels Forever Forever Angels

Perfect for Paradise, Angels Forever Forever Angels has that slow, rhythmic summer drive feel, a relaxed version of Ride which also has associations with the bikers that feature in both the music video for Ride and the lyrics to this unreleased song. It’s dreamy but grounded by Lana’s patriotic love for the grungier side of Americana.

Hollywood

It has a breathy chorus you could sing to, the feeling of a summer evening and blue skies. The ever building and dropping beat that keeps the song ticking as restlessly as Lana’s hopes and dreams gets me feeling pumped as much as her emphasised, dragged out “Hollywood” in the chorus makes me soothed. Lana is wishing for fame and fortune but it has the feel of an eighties American teen movie, iconic and deserving of a cult following.

Yes To Heaven

Hazy like a daydream, Yes To Heaven is made of sunlight and soft grass, closer to nature than the spotlights of Lana’s often alcohol-soaked, money drenched stages. Lana’s voice is tentative until it shimmers in the chorus, and though it was made for Ultraviolence, it wouldn’t be out of place on the shining beacon of hope that is Lana’s positive turn, Lust For Life.

Life Is Beautiful

This gorgeous song was intended for Age of Adaline’s trailer, and it’s been years of waiting for the full song to be released. Now we have it, it’s certainly worth the wait. Dreamy and soft, this track is a timeless classic that could underwhelm from it’s gentle feel but works perfectly well as a pure little love song.

On Our Way

Stripped back and with a country twang, Lana doesn’t add fuss and frills to this song, instead just crooning precisely how she feels in the kind of song that keeps you daydreaming for hours. Not even the smattering of her favourite imagery (Chevrolets and K-Mart lip gloss) overshadows the love that’s at the forefront of this track.

Never Let Me Go

Like On Our Way, Never Let Me Go has the country twang and stripped back feel that makes this a more subdued song, her lyrics shining even more. Lana’s additional strings layer this song well and her comparisons to the dangerous couple that is Sid and Nancy gives this track an edge, keeping it from being too frothy.

French Restaurant

A piano ballad, Lana strips back the hurt of Without You and dual dedication of Video Games to sing about how fame matters so little to her while she’s torn between two men. Her voice is beautiful and it does well to be so minimal in its production, her emotion driving the song clearly enough. Especially pretty are the backing vocals of the choruses, echoes of her thoughts that hammer home her broken feelings.

Trash Magic

Lana’s delicate and soft vocals help tie into the Lolita-esque character Lana often plays in her music. It has a similar feel to 1949, dripping with her delicious imagery, and wouldn’t be out of place on AKA Lizzy Grant. Lana is the fragile ‘daddy’s girl’ again in this song, and the sharp yet soothing music in the background sets the tone for a quiet trailer park night.

Us Against The World

Though fairly chilled out, Lana still hooks listeners with her characterisation of waitress by day/stripper by night, a dangerous girl tempting an equally dangerous guy. Lana drips sexiness in this song and though it’s not as exciting as some of her other unreleased pop hits, it is perfect for the Del Rey character.

Your Girl

Much like Caught You Boy, Lana is desperate for a man she can’t have but is instead a complete wreck. Lana just repeats over and over how she wishes she was this man’s girl, practically pleading after describing how she needs to be led off the stage from falling apart. Yet it’s still sultry, still passionate, and is topped off by her honey-like vocal demonstration in the bridge and the chorus.

Roses

Lana is the other woman with a twist – instead of moping about her man (Other Woman, Sad Girl) she is taking action. Fighting against him, not letting him go without making some noise and getting rid of his girlfriend, Lana storms into the song with a vengeful wrath and calls him out for his poor attempts at apologies. When this song first came out, I adored it, since it was the exact kind of strong-girl track I wanted from her with a great hook and all the right Lana-isms. Now, I still get that thrill listening to this song and its kick-ass fuck-you to the man she loves.

Playing Dangerous

The churning drums, the spoken verses and the coy vocals set this song apart from her others. It falls shorter during the choruses, the verses being the best parts of the track, but the way Lana interacts with the listener ultimately and is a more direct character of ‘innocent’ seductress who might actually be downright bad (arson is hinted).

Serene Queen

Lana is unbothered and unruffled, as collected as she is in Put Your Lips Together but this time with a definite Ultraviolence/Honeymoon feel. Lana is unshaken by the blazing guns, instead completely calm with her dangerous lover, questioning why he even has a problem in the first place. As it picks up in the chorus, almost smirking, it becomes one of her finer unreleased songs yet.

Ave Maria

This is just an instrumental but there’s something so beautifully haunting about it. It wouldn’t be out of place in a Hollywood movie, with shades of the Lolita soundtrack instantly coming to mind when it first starts. It even works well without singing, and I hope we get a full version soon.

Puppy Love

From the perspective of a Marilyn Monroe figure, Lana plays the teenage girl wishing for a traditional romance with her lover. It’s ever-so-adorable, harking back to the sweeter parts of the fifties, but there’s a sense of sadness throughout it. Under the surface of the puppy love is the reality that the references to Monroe do not forget her sadness, loneliness and ultimately her overdose. The tone shifts to such an unhappiness in the bridge, directly calling back to Monroe’s phone call shortly before she overdosed, twisting the song to something more melancholic.

Cherry Blossom

The lullaby that grew into the marvellous, completed Cherry Blossom is a lovely tribute to someone small and beloved. Though Lana doesn’t have children yet, the care in her voice and each of her heart-warming compliments and promises is still thoroughly enjoyable – and comforting.

Colour Blue

In a song that reminds me of the love/hate relationship of Norman Fucking Rockwell, Lana takes her time to question why she loves the men that she does and, ultimately, grow from it, beginning to want something different. It’s raw and personal, with a gushing chorus that is complimented fully by the guitar. This song is blue all over, from Lana's opening harmonisation to her abrupt, unhappy ending.

Paradise

This song is, of course, pure paradise. A summery beat, a flippant Lana simply enjoying her lover no matter how long she’ll have him for and her coos of “sick!” and “that’s dope!” make this into a tasty distraction fit for the sunny months. Her casualness in this track is fresh as well as the dance-happy music that she doesn’t often create in her albums.

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight

Lana is the waitress with a crush in this bop of a track, trying to convince a guy to get with her instead of that “bitch”. Convincing she is, as she uses all of her charm, wit and insistence that there’s no promises behind her intentions to have a good time with him. It’s just a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of her music, not too heavy and perfectly polished. It’s self-assured as much as it is breezy, and calm as it is it’s still a riot to listen to.

Caught You Boy

A dream-esque confession of desire, obsession and pure, crazy love, Lana isn’t outright insane in this track (Kinda Outta Luck, Jealous Girl, Serial Killer) but she hints towards being slightly too attached to her beau and describing herself as an army of one. The song is sweet and flowery but there’s a sadness and danger to it that keeps it from being too sugary.

Fine China

Some of Lana’s best lyrics are in Fine China as she sings of her fractured relationship, unhappy wedding and many beautiful yet easily broken things. It’s a slow, unfussy ballad but her strong voice and stunning lyrics make it so much more than a throwaway unreleased song.

Thunder

What feels like a coming-of-age slow dance song but is ultimately a choir-backed break-up track. Lana’s lyrics are clever and her voice is the perfect complement to The Last Shadow Puppets, this combined work a sure hit that deserves some kind of release and recognition. Lana is frustrated but tender as she leads the song with plenty of presence.

Prom Song Gone Wrong

The fifties feel, the teenage romance, the warm and gorgeous vocals that switch from dreamily longing to a cheeky talk-rap suggest this is a song tied tightly to Puppy Love, except with a more hopeful feel to it. Lana is ready to leave and she wants her lover to come with her, and even if it’s a youthful mistake there’s no mistaking that the love she – and her man – feels is real. It’s a pretty dedication to the kind of head-spinning romance of younger years, though it has an edge to it. Lana’s choruses are desperate, her pleading genuine and the strange way the music builds and collapses right at the end give the illusion all isn’t the sunshine and rainbows Lana sings of – and hopes for.

[starrysupercell]

If Brawlers were Animals: Part One!

Rules: No obvious typings. I'm not allowed to use animals that

The character has motifs of in their default appearance, like Piper with Butterflies and Mortis with Bats.

Are animal skins/Line skins like Tanuki Jessie, Sally Leon, Neko Bea.

Are pets (Mike's Canary, Gale's Snake)

Are their actual animal. (Crow, Ruffs)

Because those are too obvious. I want a challenge. I'll also include a brief description explaining why I see them as such. I think that's it. Plain and simple. With that, let's begin.

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Jacky: Rabbit. The way she hops along is, of course, how rabbits move. And have you ever seen a rabbit temper tantrum? When rabbits get mad, they stomp their hind legs to show how they feel- it's literally just her regular attacks. There's also her pigtails, and the fact that she drills into the earth? Burrowing bunny.

Colt: Red Panda. The gorgeous coloring just makes me think of him- usually I try and find more in depth explanations, but I can't think of another animal for him. He's pretty. He knows it, you know it, and he knows you know it.

Bibi: Tasmanian Devil. She's small and occasionally temperamental and surely packs a wallop. Also, the cute shade of pink in its ears and open mouth reminds me of her bubblegum.

Sandy: Maine Coon/Ragdoll Cat mix. If you think Sandy isn't a cat... well, that's your opinion and I respect that. Anyway, this sleepy boy loves snoozing in the sun, he's very strong but he would honestly prefer to just chill 99% of the time. Maine Coons are known for being good at hunting. Ragdoll cats, if you can imagine, are cats that show their affection by going limp when picked up by someone they trust. It's very adorable.

Shelly: Tiger. Maybe it's cheating a little bit, because she has her pet cat.. but that's only a regular house cat. Tigers are big cats. She's strong, extremely ferocious and beautiful. Don't mess with her. Tigers are also known to represent anger, so I'm sure that's fitting. Also, skulks around in bushes, and aren't Shelly mains endangered too? :p

Spike: Porcupine. Is there much to explain here? Cute, but not a good idea to touch. Also waddles along. Did you know it's possible to pet a porcupine? Build trust with the little guy and mind the quills, but please. Try. For him. (Not really--)

Rosa: Kangaroo. She's tough and likes fighting. She's a boxer, but I think the powerful kangaroo is a good fit for her. Maybe she's a kick-boxer? Lol. Also, for bonus points, while she does carry around Vinny on her back (my name for the pink plant, for anyone who hasn't seen that headcanon of mine-), mother Kangaroos carry around their offspring.

[lesbianrobin]

If you had to rank all the 14 ST characters in the main group from most to least fav what would your ranking look like? (And by main group i mean the characters including murray and erica, and excluding karen, basically everybody involved in the final battle in 3x08)

ok let me preface this by saying that i literally love all of these characters i don't hate any of them okay?? let's go... ascending order for the drama!!

14. murray. no explanation needed. no offense to brett gelman he's phenomenal and i honestly think murray is really funny, but he's more or less just a plot device with some comic relief slapped on top.

now things get spicy <3

13. erica. love her to death! but she's fairly one-dimensional, once again primarily a comic relief character. maybe in s4 she'll get some more depth like the older kids have, but for now she's sort of a default next-to-last :/

12. will... no tea no shade but the kid's barely in the show! i absolutely want good things for him but like. i barely even know him. yknow? he’s only above erica bc he’s gay and she’s a capitalist. also that scene in s1 right before he gets snatched by the demogorgon when he just runs straight to the shed and grabs a goddamn shotgun and loads it fully ready to defend himself... that shit slapped good for him!!

11. this Will be controversial among some and i Know this character is many people's favorite... if you follow me already this is probably not going to surprise you but. nancy. i just think her character is kind of inconsistent, so i have a hard time really clicking with her :/ sometimes i love her and i think she's so cool and funny and hot (that hospital scene in s3... my GOD what a badass!) and other times i would like to fistfight her.

also let me get this out of the way right now: i'm aware that jonathan's character is ALSO super inconsistent!! i know okay??? i know!!!! please nobody judge me for how high rat boy gets on this ranking okay i'm literally making this up as i go along so idk if he's next or if he's like in the top five but i have a disease called Unreasonably Invested In Wildly Speculative Meta-Analysis Of Stranger Things which makes it impossible for me to be normal about jonathan and this is my ranking so i pick the bad taste!!!

10. joyce! i love her bro she's MOM and she tries so fucking hard all the goddamn time and she's so STRONG and kind and adorable... joyce is honestly a very unique and refreshing character ESPECIALLY if you’re considering stranger things within the horror genre which is often defined by these very specific archetypes of mothers and motherhood that i can get into if anyone is interested but like basically. love her <3

9. dustin <3 what an icon... i love him i love how he straight up killed a man and hardly flinched because it was to protect his friends and i love how he and his little girlfriend have a song they sing together and i love how he either has an insanely warped perspective on things due to low self-esteem or he just sometimes flatout lies to gain sympathy either way he’s a BABY and he’s so FUNNY and KIND and even when he’s scared he keeps going... ugh god and i love how even when he doubts his friends’ devotion to him he NEVER ever questions his devotion to them and he never ever considers leaving them behind or not stepping up to help them... he’s so brave!

8. mike is such a fucking BITCH but even more than that he is an ANGEL... literally his range who is doing it like him??? nobody!!!! graffiti’d the bathroom stall at school... hates cops.... what a legend. also i like how fucking goofy and dumb his hair looks in s3. also he’s very soft with his friends and it makes me cry. ALSO he literally stepped off a fucking CLIFF he was ready to DIE FOR DUSTIN and i know all the kids have risked their lives for each other but this wasn’t even a monster yknow this was just... bullies.... threatening his friend..... and mike couldn’t fucking let it happen bro he was ready to just step off the edge to keep dustin safe and it’s SO MUCH... and god the kindness he showed el when they first met!!! he’s a total angel and a total shithead and it’s amazing.

7. lucas my tiny baby hero.... he’s so strong and cool and capable yet at the same time he’s such a COMPLETE dork!!! he very seriously believes his slingshot wrist rocket is a lethal weapon and then he ACTUALLY USES IT AS A LETHAL WEAPON TO SAVE HIMSELF AND HIS FRIENDS!!! he hacks off a giant monster’s freaky tentacle arm thing with an axe to save his friend AND he keeps a bunch of action figures and random dice on his bedside table bro he just thinks they’re neat!!! like... i genuinely love him so much god he cares so much about his friends and he’s so brave and smart and loving... i know he is not tiny anymore but he is my tiny baby hero okay...

6. hopper! big man care for little girl... protect and love kids... dance to dad music... be goofy and hot... have trauma.... admit his faults and attempt to grow from them.... what's not to love?

5. jonathan... look i can’t explain it except that he loves his goddamn baby brother so much and i’m a sucker with extensive headcanons alright!

4. el!!! feral little darling girl!!! i literally cannot articulate the love that floods my heart whenever i see her face or think about her for too long she’s just... so strong but more than that she’s so incredibly KIND!! when she has every reason to be selfish and cruel and yeah at times she does let herself get a little mean but on the whole she’s always so goddamn kind and loving and selfless no matter how afraid she is or how she’s hurting... and i hope that with her powers gone in s4 she’ll maybe learn how to see herself as more than a tool to protect those she loves yknow but that’s off topic skdncmn i just think that el is such an incredible character with such depth!! she can be so grave and mature yet she’s still such an innocent child at the same time, and i think that both the writing and mbb’s acting are handled such that both of these things WORK and feel real and they make el (and her trauma) so believable. i just love her to death.

3. robin, light of my lesbian little life!! unfortunately she's wayyy too much like me to snag the top spot lmao. maybe once we get another season with her she’ll trample the competition but for now my baby is in a solid third place <3 i’ve never seen a lesbian on screen who i felt so accurately represented me and my experiences!! she feels so real and in just one season she’s become one of my favorites on the whole show, and i cannot fucking wait to see what else we learn about her and what development we see from her in s4. 

2. as u may have guessed... max!! i know i said this was my subjective opinion but here i’ll just say it: max is objectively one of the best characters on the show. she’s so strong and funny and quick on her feet while harboring some real pain and insecurity at the same time, and both of these aspects of her character are married perfectly, logically connecting to one another and joining with sadie’s incredible acting to create an amazing character who feels just... so real!! i absolutely adore her and i CONSTANTLY tear up just from thinking about her skdncmn...

1. what if my number one wasn't steve. like can y'all imagine???? if i just said like will or some shit???? genuinely i did consider giving max or robin top billing here but i just Can't i've dedicated too goddamn much of my life to steve harrington to deny that he's my one and only. is there anything to say that hasn't already been said? look at the bitch. just look at him. 

what other answer could there be?

[sleepyhutcherson]

hello! may I please request something fluffy where the reader and Mike Schmidt have a talk about marriage and their future together? thanks so much for sharing your writings!

restless nights.

MIKE SCHMIDT X GN!READER

summary: mike can’t sleep even after a long late shift, which gives him a lot of time to think and realise how much he truly loves you and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

word count: 1.0k

tags: established relationship, fluff, talk of marriage, talk of having kids someday, mike struggling with sleep, no use of y/n, this takes place 6 years after the fnaf movie events.

author’s note: honestly, not a fan of marriage but i would immediately marry mike if he asked me to. would not even have to think it twice. thank you for your request anon! i really enjoyed writing this, hope you love it 🫶🫶 sorry for the rough writing, i had trouble writing this one im not gonna lie 😭 i think i restarted this one six times 😮‍💨 but thank you sofia ( @olliebjorkstrand ) for helping me come up with an idea TE AMOOO <3

Despite Mike’s recent late shifts, he can’t seem to fall asleep. He tried shifting around in bed, fluffing his pillow, and changing positions several times but nothing seemed to work. He’s given up, deciding to merely lay on his back and face the ceiling he once relied on many years ago when a poster was still taped on it. The memory forces him to shut his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. His hand subconsciously makes its way to where you’re sleeping beside him, tangling his fingers through your soft hair bringing him the solace he craved this entire time. He envied how peacefully asleep you were, not having to shift around or beg to a God to help you rest at least a few hours like he had.

His fingers lace through your hair, gentle enough not to wake you, a small smile curling up on his chapped lips when he hears your soft snores. He couldn’t envy you for much longer, fully enamoured by your serene state. He turned his head to the side to look at you, though your back was turned to him he wouldn’t miss the chance to admire your bare back. His hand moved down from your head, his fingers dragging down to your back where he gently drew patterns simply to feel your delicate skin under his digits.

Honestly, this is better than sleep. He would take this over sleep anytime.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

Mike retreats his hand, surprised by your sudden question. He thought you were sleeping. Were you awake this entire time? Maybe his touch had woken you.

“You’re awake?” He asks. You giggle at how groggy yet startled he sounds, turning around to face him now. He looked exhausted, to say the least. His eyes were slightly droopy with fatigue, eyebags prominent from countless restless nights.

“No.” You reply, both of you face-to-face now, smiling a little.

Mike’s hand cups your cheek, his calloused palm rough against your smooth, soft skin. He lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb, his eyes hazy as he stares at you with such fondness. You looked so perfect, you always did to him. He absolutely adored everything about you; the softness of your hair, your delicate skin and the way it flushed whenever he touched you, like now. He chuckles at the pink that tints your cheeks, such a pretty shade on such precious skin.

“What?” You ask with a nervous giggle. Something about having Mike look at you like this always made you feel a little nervous, even after all this time.

Mike shakes his head a little, continuing to gaze at you with glistening eyes. “Nothing,” he says at first, wanting to continue to admire you like this. God, he loved you. It was such a heavy feeling, but he didn’t mind how heavy it was, he would carry it if it meant he had the privilege of loving you.

A thought occurs to him, one that isn’t at all unfamiliar. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, that was always clear to him: he also wondered how marrying you would be like. He thought about it before, a few years into your relationship—about marrying you—and even wondered if you would want to marry him. You both barely mentioned marriage though. It was never a conversation you two had seriously but right now he thinks maybe it should be something you two should talk about.

How should he bring it up though, right?

He feels quite nervous and even a little shy about talking about this. What if you weren’t on the same page? God, that would be embarrassing. Maybe he shouldn’t even ask at all—save him from the embarrassment.

Fuck but he really wanted to know.

“I want to marry you.”

It comes out before he can even stop himself from saying it. He watches your expression, the way your eyes go wide and honestly he’s not sure if your reaction is a good one or a bad one.

“Wha—what?” You ask, caught off guard by his words and the sincerity behind them. You had never given it much thought before—marrying Mike, that is. Not because you didn’t want to but because neither of you ever brought it up, not seriously at least.

Not until now. Because Mike’s expression and words were genuine, no joke behind them.

“Yeah, what do you think?” He asks with a hint of anxiety to his voice. He was nervous, you could tell by the way he kept blinking his eyes.

It isn’t something you have to really think about. You and Mike have been together for six years, he was the only person who you could really picture yourself marrying.

A small smile creeps on your lips and Mike feels a hint of relief at the sight. You reach out to move a few curls away from Mike’s face giving you an excuse to touch him. He relaxes under your ethereal touch, practically melting under you.

“I would love to marry you, Mike.” You whisper to him. You love the way his eyes light up, the corners of his eyes crinkling up when he smiles.

It doesn’t take long before Mike pushes himself up so he can hover over you, his hands on either side of your head keeping him up before he leans down to kiss you. He pours his heart into the soft kiss, it’s not anything rough but instead something almost pure and tender. You kiss him back, inching slightly up to get more of him which causes him to chuckle softly. He pulls away from your lips then, only to pepper the rest of your face with innocent kisses.

He pauses briefly only to look at you—to really look at you. He loved you so much it almost kills him. He adored the way you looked at him with your pretty eyes, the smile on your lips, your fingers in his hair the way he loved it, how your eyelashes batted slightly. You were perfect for him.

He felt lucky being yours.

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Black Leather - Chapter 42

“Just a little more, and then you’ll be ready.” I advised, still smearing on powder blue eyeshadow onto El’s eyelids until I’m pretty sure she looked like a budget Cindy doll, but it had been what she wanted; and fuck if I was gonna tell the kid what to dress like after the ass saving she’d done this year.

“Can you keep still a minute?! I’m almost done.” I complained, still struggling to blend at the corners, because putting makeup on a thirteen year old was like putting diapers on a puppy; probably pointless, with you having to deal with far more wriggling than necessary.

“Ah— Okay, okay...” She managed between squirms, eventually managing to sit still on the stool I’d moved into the bathroom.

The kid had shown me a picture of some young starlet on the cover of Seventeen with bright pink lips and sparkly blue eyeshadow.

The look on a whole made me want to barf, reminding me far too much of Tina and her cronies in school, but the kid’s eyes lit up at it; so I tried my best.

Once I’d made her eyes suitably blue and “alluring”; as the magazine sold it, I put the eyesore of a shadow down, picking up a shiny pink gloss I’d managed to pick up in Melvald’s, which wasn’t quite as ghastly as the shade on the cover.

“Okay; you can open your eyes...” I said; popping open the lid of the gloss, whilst I checked my handy work was even.

“And open your with your lips like this...” I demonstrated, rolling my lips over my teeth so I could get a smooth canvas.

Eleven followed my instructions, stretching her lips so I could smear the pale pink gloss all over them. It was a little stickier than I’d have liked, but I guess that served me right for shopping in the dollar aisle.

All that was left was a little blush; the same pale pink shade I used thankfully complimentary to her skin tone, and then I was done.

“Voila!” I made us of the sole bit of french I learned in class as I pulled back, admiring the much more flattering copy I’d done of Seventeen’s cover photo on a face I honestly much preferred.

The kid instantly got to her feet, making her way over to the bathroom mirror to admire her reflection.

“Do I look pretty?” She asked, nervously fiddling with a lock of hair that had managed to escape the reach of my hairspray can.

“No... you look beautiful.” I reassured her; smiling as I tucked the stray curl behind her ear.

She beamed; a thing that was almost too bright to look at, filled with genuine warmth and enthusiasm, and in that moment I decided that yes; she was beautiful.

And she was my little sister.

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Dad had insisted on driving us both over to the school, and in hindsight; it was probably wise, considering my only mode of transportation was a motorcycle, and that was hardly conducive with wearing a prom dress.

El had been nervous the whole ride over, fidgeting restlessly in her seat, and I wondered if I’d ever been that high strung.

Then I remembered my own first dance, and how I’d spent the most of it hunched over a toilet bowl; Steve holding back my hair whilst I blew chunks down the porcelain.

When we arrived, she’d been hesitant to get out the car at all; last minute jitters hitting her harder than before.

“I feel sick...” She stated as I began to climb out the car, clutching her stomach in what I guessed was a convincing act for a kid who spent most of her life as a lab rat.

“It’s just nerves; they’ll pass in a minute.” I reassured her; knowing that if she could take on a damn demogorgon, she could go to one stupid school dance.

She shook her head, fingers bunching tightly in the fabric at the front of her dress, before saying;

“I want to go home.”

“Well; what do you mean you want to go home?! You were looking forward to this...” Dad turned in his seat to put in his penny; the irritated tone of his voice far too familiar a thing.

El just continued to shake her head, clutching more desperately at her stomach.

“I wanna go home.” She repeated; glitter rimmed eyes wide and nervous.

I sighed and crouched down beside her, already overly familiar with the number anxiety could do on your good mood, but unwilling to let her miss out on what may very well be the best night of her life so far.

“Tell you what; how about you and I just take a look inside and see what’s what...” I offered, hoping the kid couldn’t already see through my poorly thought up rouse.

“No pressure; just a quick in and out, and if you don’t like it, we can go home and eat pizza and watch looney tunes.” I continued, already knowing her weakness of junk food and kids cartoons.

She thought on it for a second, before nodding.

“Okay. Just a look.” She agreed, and I took her hand to lead her out of the car.

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Getting El into the gymnasium wasn’t the arduous affair I had prepared for; the kid only needing to take a look through the windows in the gym doors to decide she wanted in.

We’d walked in at the far end of the gym; the dance already fat too well into the swing for any of the kids to notice a newcomer, even a total stranger like Eleven.

Already I could tell she felt out of place; her hand reaching out to grab my own in a clammy grip, needing some grounding in what might’ve been the busiest room she’d ever been in.

“Every Breath You Take” was playing loud on the speakers, and from wall to wall, some lucky kids were enjoying some one on one time with their chosen partner. Those that weren’t so lucky stuck to the sidelines, staring on wistfully at the happy couples.

El scanned them all hopefully, clearly searching for someone in particular amongst the sea of bad perms and old wedding—

She’d found who she’d been looking for, and judging by the way her face lit up like a Christmas tree; he must’ve seen her too.

I followed her gaze, until I laid eyes upon a rather dapper looking Mike Wheeler, suited and booted and dressed to the nines as he made his way towards her.

Eleven stared at him; her face the picture of teenage romance as she watched her love struck Romeo stride towards her.

“Well; what are you waiting for? Get over there!!” I urged her on; managing to garner a quick smile, before she dropped my hand and cut through the crowd to meet him halfway.

The two of them met in the middle of the dance floor, and I could already sense the makings of a romantic epic blossoming between them; their faces too full of innocent adoration to be captured even in the pictures.

They talked for a moment, before Mike offered El his hand, and she took it; the pair of them disappearing onto the dance floor to enjoy the rest of their night.

My work here was done.

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The cold evening air outside Hawkins Middle hit me harder than I expected the moment I walked out of the fire escape doors. I pulled my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders, determined to smoke my cigarette quickly, then get the hell out of there; because it was far too fucking cold to spend the night outside in th—

“Aren’t you a little to old to be a middle schooler?” A familiar cheery voice pulled my attention away from attempting to light the smoke braced between my lips.

“I could say the same to you, Harrington...” I retorted, turning towards the lanky brunette leant up against his BMW.

“You here to drop the kid off?” I asked as I made my way over to his car; guessing Steve probably offered to act as Dustin’s chaperone for the night.

“No; I just came because I love booze free punch and glitter curtains…” He joked, moving so I could settle next to him on the car, lighting up my cigarette and taking a drag.

“So you managed to convince your dad to let her go?” Steve asked, nodding towards the school in a clear reference to Eleven.

“Yeah. He was pretty stubborn about it at first, but I managed to talk him round.” I replied, pulling the cigarette away from my lips and offering it to him.

He took it, taking a drag and exhaling smoke, before replying;

“You’re going soft in your old age…”

“Me soft?! You’re the one going around adopting random thirteen year olds.” I retorted, snatching my smoke back from him to take another drag.

“What can I say? I’ve got a weakness for short stacks with bad hair and big mouths.” He smirked, glancing at me with teasing eyes.

I elbowed him hard at that, starting off a chain reaction of quiet chuckles from both of us.

I loved moments like these.

Stupid, pointless moments when we could just sit back and be ourselves.

No Tommy or Ally, or even Nancy; just me and Steve smoking cigarettes by his car and telling bad jokes.

I smiled, leaning back against the car and breathing in the crisp night air; a cool contrast to the warm smoke of my cigarette, just enjoying the muted murmur of The Police seeping out from the gym.

Steve swayed slightly to the music, bumping me every now and then with his hip as he hummed along with the music; happy to just enjoy the silence and the cold with me.

“Hey… Do you— do you wanna dance?” He suddenly asked, spinning to face me and taking a few steps back from the car.

“Steve; we’re in a parking lot.” I pointed out; raising an eyebrow at him skeptically.

“So what. The songs not called Dancing In The Streets for nothing.” He smiled goofily; the bad joke earning him a groan from me.

Still; it didn’t dampen his spirits, him already rhythmically stepping side to side in the worst possible example of a solo slow dance I’d ever seen, but still; it was Steve, and his goofiness always made me laugh.

“Come on; Lo. Don’t make me dance all by myself…” He coaxed me from his makeshift dance floor; his ridiculous dance moves making me chuckle and look to the heavens, because; really?

This was who it was gonna be?

Still; I decided to humour him, dropping my cigarette to the floor and putting it out with my boot, before stepping forward to join him.

His smile lit up at my unexpected compliance; me stepping close to him to loop my arms around his neck in what must’ve been the closest I’d been to an actual slow dance since I was thirteen.

Steve settled his hands on my waist, holding me gently as we swayed side to side to the music; big dumb smiles on our faces, because this was ridiculous.

We were two seventeen year olds dancing outside a middle school dance like it was fucking senior prom.

It was stupid and dorky, and maybe even a bit pathetic,

But it was nice.

And that was enough as I swayed side to side with someone who’d rapidly become my best friend over the past five years; someone who cared about me more than anything.

Someone who lo—

Someone who loved me.

I leaned forward, staring back into Steve’s warm brown eyes as I came to a realisation.

Steve loved me.

He always had; and as he closed the last few centimetres gap between us, soft pouty lips colliding with my own, I couldn’t help but smile.

Steve was an idiot; he was dumb and dorky, had too much money to know what to do with and was far too pretty for his own good.

But he was my idiot.

I lifted my hand, letting it tangle in thick, hairspray coated locks, leaning into the smell of overpriced cologne and savouring the taste of cherry lip balm, and smiled.

Things didn’t change, but some things never had to.

And Hawkins never changed.

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One couple splits and becomes two:

(A little fanfic i decided to write. Hope you like it.)

Mike walked into the room. He was hanging out with Jeremy who lived in his house, since he yet did not have the money to live in his own, or so Jeremy claimed. He was afraid that he’d have to leave Mike if he got the money. Though for now he lives together alongside Mike and his girlfriend Doll.

“Oh, hey Mike. How’s it going? Where’s Doll?” Jeremy asked him. “Well Jeremy. Don’t freak out, but we actually broke up.” Mike replied. “Huh? But why?” Jeremy asked a bit jumpy anyway. “Don’t worry. The two of us are still friends. Me and Doll just figured out that we were more friends then lovers.” Explained Mike. “She even jokingly said she’d take the job as my babysitter.” He added with a half-annoyed smile. “Well you do need one!” Cheeped Jeremy, who ended up getting a nogie by Mike. Jeremy did his best to try and squirm out of Mike’s hold, but he was to strong. “Okay, okay! I give, i give!” Jeremy said with a chuckle, and Mike finally let go of him.

Jeremy tried to fix his now messed up fluffy hair. Mike stood up and went out to make something to eat.

A bit later, after they’ve eaten they both sat down on the couch yet again. “Do you plan on trying to chase love again, or are you happy enough with having just normal friend-love?” Asked Jeremy Mike. “Well, i have had my eyes on one person. I was originally going to ask Doll if she was up for a poly-relationship. Though now i’m kinda single so i guess i could ask him.” Replied Mike with a smile. “Him?” Asked Jeremy curious. Besides Doll could he not recall Mike looking at or for any other person like that. “Yeah. He’s such a sweet guy. A bit on the shy side and a bit of a nerd, but that’s not necessarily bad, kinda cute actually.” Mike continued. “You’re sort of a nerd to with your pokemon collection.” Teased Jeremy. “Don’t make me ban your mangos again, like when i discovered your betrayal.” Mike teasingly-threatened. “Oh come on! I am allowed to enjoy Digimon, i gave you at least 21 pages on why Digimon is NOT a ripoff of Pokemon and that such an argument is utterly stupid!” Retorted Jeremy. Mike just laughed at it, Jeremy was so cute when he got angry. “Anyway, who is this dude?” Jeremy asked still with his adorable pouty face. “You.” Mike replied simply with a cookie smile. Jeremy began to blush beat red. “W-what!?” He stammered out confused, sure he had a bit of a crush on Mike too, but he never thought that Mike had it the same way. Jeremy did find Doll beautiful too, but he saw her more as a friend than a crush really. “You heard me. And while i may not be the sharpest knife, i have seen you giving me certain looks and how you sometimes behaved around me.” Mike said with a smile, trying to act cool. “B-by that you mean Doll pointed it out for you.” Jeremy answered back, trying to regain his footing. Mike did blush a bit at this, since it was actually true. “Heh, got me there dude.” Mike said and ruffled a bit with Jeremy’s hair. “So what do you say?” He added on. “Hey, cut it out!” Jeremy chuckled while pushing Mike a bit. “A-as for what i say? W-well sure, if you don’t mind. I-i’ll try my best.” Jeremy answered. “You don’t need to “try your best” when you already are the best.” Mike said giving Jeremy a little kiss on his forehead. Making Jeremy squeak and jump a bit.

Mike leaned on to Jeremy, now both laying down, while Mike hugged him as if he was a teddy bear. Jeremy just let it happened, he was to flustered and happy to say or do anything about it.

“Do you think Doll will be able to find someone?” Jeremy finally asked breaking the silence. “That girl got talent and is very smart and has charm. I’m sure she’ll find someone special for her and i wish her luck.” Said Mike, smiling at the thought of both him and Doll being happy with a special someone. Maybe if Doll found one, they could go on a double date? They were still close friends so the idea sounded fun.

Meanwhile, at the library that Doll works at, she was just sitting by one of the book iles with fantasy books. She was on break and decided to read a bit. She was in the middle of a series called “Deltora’s Quest”, an australian book series.

Doll heard someone approach her and she looked up. In front of her was a tall woman with bushy-fluffy hair that went down her shoulders and a bit down her back. Her eyes were gray, and she wore an armless red dress with spots of a lighter shade that went just below the knees. Her arms showed signs of muscles, though she wasn’t wrestler buff, still clearly strong though. “Excuse me, can you help me? I’m looking for something to read, but i don’t know what i should pick.” Asked the lady her.

Doll took a few seconds before she woke up again as she was gazing at the other woman. “O-oh sure. What genre or type do you like?” Doll asked a bit nervous as she realized she had just been staring at her for a couple of seconds.

“Well, i like it when there’s a bit of a series plot, but still have enough room for interactions and funny moments when it doesn’t feel out of place.” The lady replied.

“Well, i have a few suggestions for that. If you follow me, i could show you a little list.” Doll suggested and stood up.

“Sure thing.” The lady replied and followed her.

“If i may ask. What’s your name?” Doll asked.

“The name is Mahogany.” She replied with a little smile that almost made Doll melt.

-Time Skip-

Some time has passed and Mike and Jeremy had taken a date to a dance party. Here they met Doll who so far was by herself. They had a little chat and a good laugh. Mike invited Jeremy out for a dance and the other man accepted and went along.

Doll sat back and watched them. She then noticed that Mahogany was there too, looking quite happy and ready for the party. She and Doll had talked every now and than, and Doll quickly discovered that Mahogany was pretty good at punching, rapping and smack talk. Not that she minded, keeps things from getting boring, and she did feel secure around her. Mahogany was currently wearing a neat suit and tie instead of a dress. It honestly fitted her pretty well. Mahogany saw Doll and a smirk crawled on her face as she walked up to her. “May i ask the lady on a dance~?” She asked, putting on her charm as well. Doll simply nodded and accepted her hand, the two than went out on the dance floor and began to rock it out.

Jeremy pointed at Doll’s direction. “Hey Mike, look! Doll is dancing with someone.”He said and Mike looked over. “That’s the boss’ daughter! Wonder how that’s going to work out.” He said, as he knew that Mahogany was one tough lady. She did throw around with Vincent a couple of times when the idiot didn’t know when to quit his funny business. He was happy that Doll found a new friend, and maybe a lover as well.

-Time Skip-

It’s been a few weeks since the party, and Doll and Mahogany had gotten to know each other better. Mahogany had invited Doll over to show her, her home. It was medium large, so not a super rich house, but still a bit rich. Doll got permission to look around, and so she did.

Doll by either accidental luck or natural instinct found Mahogany’s room. She took a quick look in one of the large wardrobes and found different outfits. There was the suit she wore to the party. There was also a security guard outfit, though Mike never mentioned her working as one. A cowboy outfit with hat and boots included. Something that looked like a casino outfit with a bit hat. Something that reminded of either a librarian, office worker or secretary outfit, including glasses and a hair tie. There was even a outfit that looked like Garnet from Steven Universe, glasses included. The thing that made Doll blush and quickly shot the wardrobe shot was when she saw the bunny suit. It was to late though, the image of Mahogany wearing the bunny suit had already drilled itself into her head and she couldn’t get it out.

Mahogany soon entered and she saw Doll standing in front of her wardrobe, and she had an idea of what happened. A little plan brewing in her mind. “There’s some coffee in the living room. You can go and take some of you want.” She said simply, like she didn’t know what had happened.

“Okay, thanks Maho.” She replied and left the room. She couldn’t help but feel Mahogany’s eyes follow her. She knew that she knew. Doll was in the living room and had poured herself some coffee, when she heard Mahogany come walking and she almost dropped her cup on to the floor. Her face started burning furiously as she saw the other woman. For she was now wearing the bunny suit, and she looked better in it then her mind had depicted.

“So, do you want a show, or should i perhaps serve you instead~?” Asked Mahogany teasingly with a flirty tone as she walked closer to Doll, who simply said “yes”, not giving an answer to which one she meant. This was going to be an interesting night.

AAAA THIS IS SO CUTE??? PART 2 PLEASE?

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Best That You Can Do                Chapter 3:  Disclosures

Chapter 1  Chapter 2   Read it on AO3

Carisi is smiling indulgently.  He thinks Dodds’s women problems are adorable.  Of course, Carisi’s a newlywed, and he thinks the whole world is a lovely garden of joy tinged pink with happiness.  Which is weird, Mike thinks, since he married the crankiest, snarkiest man Mike’s ever known.  No accounting for tastes.  Still, it’s a good thing, because Barba’s apparently happy, too; he’s been about a tenth of a percent nicer since they got engaged.

“You don’t understand, man. If you saw her, you’d be volunteering to shoot Susan to get her out of the way.  I’m tellin’ you, Kaitlyn’s that great.”

“Then get after it,” Carisi tells him.  “She can’t hate you that much, after last night.”

“She does, though. That was…  scotch, and hormones.  And she threw my ass out the second it was over.”

“I like her style,” Rollins comments, smiling.

Mike slumps back in his chair.  “You assholes are not helping.  I need advice here.”

“I need work here,” Olivia Benson interrupts from the door of her office.  “And can I remind you what it is this unit does? This wouldn’t be an appropriate workplace conversation anywhere, but it’s especially inappropriate here. Focus.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant,” Mike mumbles, and they all move to go back to work.

“You ever think of writing her a letter?  Sending her an email?  She may even delete it, but she’ll eventually go get it out of sheer curiosity.  Nobody can resist something like that.”

“Rafa!”  Olivia scolds, giving him an exasperated look.

Barba just shrugs a little and smirks.  “I don’t work for you.  Anyway, that’s it for my advice.  I’m out.” He leans over and kisses Sonny quickly and chastely before he strides out of the squad room.  “Love you,” he whispers.

It may be quick, but nobody misses the look that passes between them.  The squad is still trying to get used to the idea of Rafael Barba in love.  Carisi, sure. That’s easy.  But Barba, that one’s a little… out there.

Mike turns Barba’s idea over in his head.  It’s not bad, actually.  He gives a mental shake of his head at the strangeness of getting romantic advice from Barba, but then Mike saw him at their wedding, and Carisi’s said some things. Barba’s actually a tender-hearted, sappy romantic.  Not a side of him Mike (or anyone but Sonny) will ever get to see, but it’s there.  

Mike looks like he’s working, but what he actually does for the rest of the afternoon is compose an email to Kaitlyn.  He desperately wants her to know what happened, and that he’s not what she thinks. At least, he’s not quite what she thinks.  

Carisi flat out refuses to edit Mike’s email before he sends it, saying that it had to be his own, unvarnished words.  Rollins has no such scruples, and shreds the first version.  Finally, when he sends it, Mike thinks the message pretty much lays the facts out without throwing anyone but himself under the bus.  He’s never had such trouble getting himself to hit “send” as he does with this email.  But he does it.

Dear Kaitlyn,

I hope you’ll read this. You deserve to know that I did not disrespect you the way you think I did.  You were right.  It was my fault Susan kind of thought she was still my girlfriend.  But she wasn’t.  I broke up with her before I met you.  I just didn’t act as much like it as I should have.  That was wrong, and I’m sorry.  I’ve apologized to her, too.

We met and we dated (casually!) for a couple months.  Except that, toward the end, she started getting possessive.  At that point, I told her it wasn’t gonna work, and I broke it off. But she kept in communication about as much as we had when we were dating.  I didn’t shut her down, because as far as I was concerned, we were through. But we could be friends.  I didn’t see any point in being rude.  

And yeah, we went out a couple of times together after that, but for me it was just as friends. I did NOT sleep with her after we broke up.  But I admit that sent mixed signals at best.  

That’s it.  It’s just that Susan’s from an old money family with a “summer cottage” in the Hamptons you could fit my station house into, and she’s used to getting what she wants.  So when I told her honestly why I didn’t answer my phone that morning, she lost it and showed up at your office.  

I talked to her about that, and told her not to contact either one of us again.  She’s spoiled and pushy, but she’s normal.  She won’t bother us anymore.  

I’M SORRY.  I really want to see you again.  I think you know how much.  Please give me a chance.

Mike

 Mike’s disappointed Kaitlyn doesn’t write back.  It’s been a week.  So much for Barba’s “irresistible curiosity” theory.  Anyway, Mike’s been working pretty much round the clock, so he hasn’t had time to think about Kaitlyn as much as he otherwise would.  He’s forcibly reminded of her, however, when his dad walks into the squad room.  

“Hey, stranger,” he greets Mike, slapping him on the shoulder in greeting.  Mike’s just tired and discouraged enough that his dad’s approving smile feels nice.

“Hi, Dad.  Sorry, we’ve been crazy around here.”

“No, I know.  I’m not busting your chops, I just missed you. We still on for Alonso’s tonight?”

“Yeah.  Been lookin’ forward to it.”

“Excellent!  Say, what would you think about inviting Kaitlyn to join us?”

Mike thinks fast. “What?  No!  Angelo’s, that’s our thing.  You and me.”

“No girls allowed, is that it?”  Chief Dodds’s amused smile makes Mike feel inexplicably guilty.

“I like it being just the two of us.”

“Fine, fine.  I’ll see you at seven.”

“See you then.”

The Chief moves into Lieutenant Benson’s office to do whatever he’s here for.

 The dark, heavy, masculine atmosphere of Angelo’s feels soothing on Mike’s frayed nerves.  They’re going to have to work through the weekend, so Liv’s given the squad the next day off, and Mike plans to take the opportunity to enjoy some of Angelo’s nice whiskey selection.  He orders a round for himself and his dad while he waits. Chief Dodds comes in not much later, immaculate as always, while Mike feels like a street urchin out of a Dickens novel.  He really is tired.  

The drinks arrive about the same time Mike’s dad does, and they know the menu by heart, so they order and then sit back, sipping a nice single-malt Mike splurged on.  

“This is nice,” William comments.  Then he squints a little at Mike.  “You look beat, Son.  You should get some rest.”

“I will.  I’m off tomorrow, so I’m gonna have several of these,” he indicates his glass, “and sleep until Saturday.”

They discuss the cases SVU’s working for a little while, and the undercover work Fin is doing right now. When dinner comes, William orders red wine, but Mike asks for another whiskey – a little less upscale one this time. As always, their steaks are superb, and they enjoy their meal with very little commentary for a while. Inevitably, as they get full, they slow down and conversation starts back up.

“So, Mike, I’ve been meaning to ask you about Kaitlyn.”

“What about her?  You see her every day.”

“Yes, but I can’t very well ask her.  How did things go after I left last week?  Have you two gone out since then?”

Mike chews thoughtfully, because he’s made a decision he didn’t even know he was considering.  He comes clean.

“Dad, listen.  I think you can forget about me and Kaitlyn dating. We’re probably not even going to be friends.  She really doesn’t like me.”

“What are you talking about? She does, too, she told me so.”

“Well, of course she did, Dad, you’re her boss.  What’s she supposed to say, ‘He’s a weasel’?”  

“Why would she say that?”

“Because I sort of am. I fucked up, Dad.”

“What happened?”  The disapproving sigh Mike’s spent a lifetime avoiding hits him hard in his current depleted state.  

“I… We… did spend some time together.  And you were absolutely right about her.  She’s terrific.  But then, when we were together, Susan called, and Kaitlyn thought I had a girlfriend.”

“Well, just tell her she was mistaken!  Seems simple enough.”

“Really.”  Mike fixes his father with a flat stare.  “Dealing with a jealous woman seems simple to you?”

William raises the last of the wine in his glass.  “Touché.”

“Yeah.  She said I must’ve done something to make Susan think she was still my girlfriend, and the thing is, she’s right.  I broke up with Susan, but she just kept calling and texting and I just kept responding.  We even went out a couple times.  Just as friends-” he adds quickly, seeing the look on William’s face.  “No touching, no nothing.  But, I mean, that doesn’t seem very broken up, now, does it?”

“What a load of hogwash! Susan doesn’t get to unilaterally decide you’re her boyfriend, no matter how much money her old man’s got.”

“But I acted like we were still a thing, sort of, and I’m not going to blame her for being confused.”

“Oh, for cryin’ out loud, Mike.  I think you’re being a little overgenerous here.  Does Kaitlyn know all the facts?”

“No.  She said she doesn’t want to hear it, and believe me, I tried to explain.  I even sent her a long email – Barba’s idea – telling her what happened.  Nothing.”

“Well, first of all, you know you’re in trouble when you’re taking dating advice from Rafael Barba.”

“Yeah?  He’s happily married.  You and me, we’re sleepin’ alone tonight.”

William ignores that. “And second, I know Kaitlyn.  She understands shades of gray.”

“Not this, she doesn’t. So, like I said.  Cross her and me off the list.”

The waiter returns to take their plates, and they order another glass of the expensive whiskey they began with.  William’s thoughtful, which Mike doesn’t like.

“Dad, please let this go. I really like Kaitlyn.  I’d prefer she not think I’m a pathetic loser in addition to a cheating bastard.  Just let me cut my losses here.”

“All right, Son,” William Dodds lies.

 Eleanor’s pleasantly surprised to see Mike Dodds come through the door.  She hadn’t been expecting him, but his father is in his office and not in a meeting, so his timing is good.  

“Well, hello, Mike. He’s here, but let me just see if it’s OK to send you back.”

“He’s expecting me.  He said he needs to talk about something.”

Eleanor smiles as she says into her phone, “Mike is here.  Can I send him back?”

A confused look flickers across her face.  “Oh, all right.  I’ll let her know.”

Eleanor hangs up and, with a smile that’s a little off-center, says, “He needs to make an important call, but he says Kaitlyn can help you with what he needs.”  She glances down at a panel next to her phone.  I can see she’s not on the phone, why don’t you just go on in?”

Mike could give Eleanor a few answers to that question, but he’s a bit off-balance now.  “What’s he want, did he say?”

“He says Kaitlyn knows. It’s about a staffing issue.”

Mike refrains from rolling his eyes as he turns toward the short hallway where Kaitlyn’s office is. When he gets to the door, he sees that she’s wearing reading glasses that make her look like every naughty secretary fantasy he’s ever had, and her hair’s up in a haphazard bun held in place by a ball-point pen.  Her forehead is scrunched and her eyebrows close together as she scowls at whatever is on her computer screen.  She looks so good, he just stands there for a few seconds, watching her, before he knocks a few times on the doorframe.

She looks up, taking her glasses off at the same time.  Mike’s a little disappointed.  

“Apparently, my dad wants me to see you about some staffing issue?  I was supposed to meet with him, but he’s tied up and said you knew what it was. Eleanor told me to just come back.”

Kaitlyn misses a couple of beats before she says, “Come on in.  Close the door, please.  It’s not confidential or anything, we just have a rule because noise carries in this hallway.”

“Yeah.  Sure.”

“Have a seat.”  

Mike is happy to see her put her glasses back on, and watches her click around on her computer for a minute.  

“All right.  Here it is.  Come around and take a look at this.”

Mike goes around Kaitlyn’s desk and stands next to her while she shows him some graphs and explains the problem.  It’s minor, and it could easily have been handled on the phone.  In fact, it’s a problem they’ve had before, and it was handled on the phone.  Which tells Mike instantly that his father’s at it again.  Gotta hand it to him, Mike thinks.  If nothing else, he’s one hell of a wingman.  

Mike decides to go for it. He’s got nothing to lose, after all, and those glasses are killing him.  He leans down and puts a hand on Kaitlyn’s desk, pretending to be taking a close look at the graphs.  Holy shit, her hair smells fantastic.  He sees her stiffen up.  Good. He wants to get to her.

He’s shameless about brushing his cheek against her hair, and positioning his lips so that, when he talks, his breath tickles her ear.  He knows it’s working, too, because pretty soon he sees tiny glints of sweat at her hairline, and he’s so close he could swear she’s trembling ever so slightly. He tells her what he’s going to do about the problem, and she enters the numbers, which correct the graph.  She sits back slightly – problem solved – but he doesn’t move, and she makes no move to get further away from him.  

Instead, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.  Given how out of sync they are right now, it’s shocking to him how well he understands what she’s feeling.  He goes down to one knee, which puts his face pretty much on a level with hers, and turns her chair.  He’s glad to see she’s not wearing a pencil skirt today, because he pulls her forward and situates himself between her knees.  And she doesn’t protest.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Mike says, pulling the pen out of her hair so it falls over her shoulders.  He slides both hands across her cheeks, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling her lips to his.  He keeps waiting for her to object, but she is very definitely kissing him back.  In fact, she’s the one who invades his mouth with her tongue, and slides her hips forward on the chair to get closer to him.

“You’re a scumbag,” she gasps against his lips as he pulls her blouse free of the waistband of her slacks. “Lock the door.”

Mike wants to give a lascivious laugh at that, but he doesn’t dare.  He just does as he’s told and, when he comes back to her desk, she’s standing next to it, breathing deeply and looking flushed.  His arms go immediately back around her and he’s kissing her again.

Her slacks have some kind of hook that is too complicated for Mike, who’s entirely too horny to try to figure it out and would tear them off if they weren’t in her office in the middle of a workday.  As soon as he makes a frustrated sound, she takes over and gets them unhooked and unzipped without hesitation.  Instead of reaching inside, though, Mike changes tactics and slides his hands up her back to unhook her bra.  He can feel her smothering moans as he fills his hands with her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs and rubbing his erection against her, pinning her to the edge of her desk.  

“Fuck, Mike,” she whispers hotly.

“I’m crazy about you,” he murmurs against her neck, where he’s trying to kiss her without leaving telltale marks.  “Tell me you read my email.”

He keeps playing with her breasts as he slides a palm down her abdomen and under the waistband of her lacy panties.  She gives an involuntary gasp as he slides one long finger inside her.  

“Tell me.”

“I… didn’t.  ���Course I didn’t.  I hate you.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he chuckles against the sensitive place just under her left ear and slides another finger inside her.  She can say what she wants, but her panties are soaked.  She’s moving against his fingers now, wantonly rubbing her clit against his hand.  She bites into his shoulder to keep quiet while she unhooks his belt and unbuttons his pants.

“You don’t hate me,” Mike whispers.  “You like me. And I like you.”  They’re struggling against one another now, as she tries to get his pants off but he’s blocking her access with his forearm, because his hand is still inside her slacks.  Now he’s scissoring his fingers, and she suddenly gives up.  She takes her arms from where they’d been tightly wrapped around him, roughly pulls her own pants down, then puts her hands on the desk and pushes herself up so she’s sitting on the edge.  From there, it’s easy for her to use her legs and feet to push his pants down.  She pushes his hand away with no resistance from him and he takes the step toward her and touches his cock to her, but doesn’t push in.

She whines and tries to pull him into her.

“Say it,” he growls.  “Tell me you don’t hate me.  Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Fine.  You bastard…  I don’t hate you, OK?  Now fuck me. I need your cock inside me…  I need… Mike…”

That’s plenty good enough for him, and he buries his cock in her.  He’s holding her upper body up with just the upper part of her ass in contact with her desk, her legs wrapped around him as he plunges into her again and again.  They’re both trying their damnedest to be quiet, but Mike’s half out of his mind with how good Kaitlyn feels, surrounding his dick with her wet, tight heat.

She starts to come much too soon, and the way she says his name tips him over the edge with her.  Mike’s a little relieved, in a way, because there’s been a very high likelihood of them getting caught.  The door might be locked, but they’d have to explain that, and if Kaitlyn’s any indication, one look at them is all it’ll take to see they’ve been fucking.  Besides, he’s not sure they’re not already busted, because they weren’t entirely able to muffle their cries just now.  

They dress in silence, helping each other straighten and smooth their clothes so there’s at least a chance they’re not entirely obvious.  

“There,” Kaitlyn says, running her hands down Mike’s torso.  

He takes her hands in his and steps closer to her, looking down into her face.  “Kaitlyn, talk to me.”

She looks like she’s wrestling with herself.  He desperately hopes she is.  “Please,” he adds.

She turns away from him and goes to stand by the window behind her desk.  

“Read my email.  At least do that,” Mike says when a whole minute’s gone by and she hasn’t responded.

Still, she says nothing. He goes to her, not touching her, but standing so close he can feel her body heat.  “Isn’t there anything I can do to get you to give me a chance?  Because I’m trying here.  And you gotta know this whole meeting, this was my dad.  Had to be.  So he’s trying, too.”

Her voice is very small as she sighs, “I’m sure you’re right.”

Having gotten a few syllables out of her, he doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the fragile possibilities in this moment.  He doesn’t move to touch her.  He doesn’t even breathe.  It works. She turns toward him, and he’s surprised to see tears in her eyes.

“Kaity…”  He doesn’t know where the affectionate nickname comes from, but he’s never been able to stand women’s tears.  He stands there, waiting for some sign as to what he’s supposed to do.  He’ll hold her while she cries if that’s what she wants, but he’s not sure it is.  She’s just looking at him, with a sad expression on her face.

“I can’t, Mike.  I won’t.  It’s that simple.  I’m sorry. I really do like you, but… no.”

“Tell me why.”

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck, yeah, it matters! You and me, we…”

“Yes?  We what?”

“We could have something!”

“Yeah.  We could.  And then you could fuck some other woman and blow my life apart.  Thanks, but no thanks.”

“That’s completely unfair! That is not who I am.”

“Susan would beg to differ.”

“Kaitlyn, would you please read my email or let me explain?  It’s not like that!  She was not my girlfriend, and she knew that, she just-“

“Trusted you.  Believed what you let her believe.  Which is why she called you, worried about you because you weren’t answering your phone-“

“You did read my email.”

“Fine.  I read it.  It says you cheated on a woman who trusted you.  End of story.”

“So what about you and me? What about this?”  He indicates the place on the desk where her bare ass was very recently parked.  

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I guess there’s not much I can say about that.  I’m attracted to you.  Very attracted, apparently, since that’s twice now I’ve…”  She looks over at him with a completely different expression for a moment.  “And what happened to consent and condoms, by the way?”  Then, as though that had been some kind of commercial break, her face returns to the sad expression and her voice drops again.  “Anyway.  We’re adults and we had sex.  And it was great.  I don’t hate you.  I’m just not going to date you.”

Mike doesn’t know what to say to that.  Until he does.  He tries to inject as much compassion into his voice as he can.  “What happened?  Who was it?”

“What difference does it make?”

“I don’t know.  But I’m not much good a quitting.  So…”

Kaitlyn folds her arms over her chest and leans against the windowsill.  Mike hates the acid that suddenly drips from her words.  “My father.  Not that it makes one bit of difference.  The man is a fucking gold medalist in chasing women.  The entire NYPD knows, because he’s completely open about it.  It’s disgusting.  I haven’t spoken to him since the day I turned eighteen and could get out of the house.  He’s destroyed my mother, but she will not leave him.  It’s like she’s addicted to him.  I’ve been watching this fucking freak show my whole life, and if you think I’m going to live it, think again.”

Mike ping-pongs between anger and sympathy.  Anger because she’s comparing him to such a rotten motherfucker, and sympathy because he suddenly completely understands her reaction to his call from Susan.  Unfortunately, he feels anger win.  

Mike speaks slowly, through gritted teeth.  “I am not him.”

“And I’m not her,” Kaitlyn spits back.  “So now you know.  We’re done here.”

Mike steps over to her and stands as close as possible to her without touching her.  He looks deeply into her eyes.  “We are not done.  I’m leaving right now, but I’m not giving up.  Not the way I feel about you.  I told you, I suck at quitting.”  

He unlocks the door and leaves it open behind him.  

 Mike’s learning about scotch.  He likes it in general, and he’s learning about different blends and tastes.  Which is what they mostly talk about when he’s sitting in Sonny and Rafael’s living room that night.  He and Carisi have been close pretty much since he’d come to SVU, back before Sonny and Rafael had disclosed their relationship.  Out of friendship for Carisi, he’d learned to like Barba, and vice versa.  

But he didn’t come to talk about scotch.  He came to talk to Carisi, who’s been his best friend for a while now, about the mess he finds himself in with Kaitlyn.  And if Carisi’s husband can help, too, so much the better.  

Because the thing is, Mike’s pissed.  He did a little research, and Kaitlyn’s father is a lowlife who’s been on foot patrol his whole career because he’s not just a womanizer, he’s an all-around waste of DNA.  Mike wonders how a guy like that raised a woman like Kaitlyn.  Carisi thinks Kaitlyn just watched what he did and did the complete opposite, which seems as reasonable as any other explanation.  Mike’s trying not to be as insulted as he is that Kaitlyn can think he’s in any way like her father, but he’s struggling.

Barba used to know Kaitlyn’s mom, it turns out, when he was just starting out in the Brooklyn DA’s office and she was a beat cop like her husband.  He tries to be kind with his description, but it’s clear she was never going to set the world on fire.  She retired from the force when she got pregnant the first time, and stayed pregnant pretty much constantly for years, which is why Kaitlyn’s one of seven kids. As far as Mike can tell, Kaitlyn’s brothers, who work for NYPD, are OK guys.  He doesn’t know anything about her sisters.

“You realize you got it bad for this girl, right?”  Carisi asks gently, but with a bit of a grin.

“Believe me, I know,” Mike groans.  “I wish I didn’t.”  

“Ready for some Glenmorangie?”  Barba holds up a bottle.

Mike nods, and Rafael explains a little about the differences between that and the Glenlivet they just had.  Mike knows most of it, but he thinks it’s cute to watch Carisi pay rapt attention like Barba’s reciting fucking poetry.  He’d like to be in love like that.  Instead, he has to have a thing for a woman who’s wrapped in barbed wire and thinks he’s a creep.

They don’t come up with any brilliant insights that night, but at least Mike feels better.  Could be all the scotch, but whatever.

 Just after that night, Mike again gets wrapped up in work, pretty much to the exclusion of all else. There’s a corrections officer who’s apparently raping inmates.  It’s a messy, extremely politically explosive situation, and it takes over the squad for quite a while.  He’s glad for the distraction, really, because he keeps trying to get Kaitlyn to talk to him, and she keeps refusing.  He’s explained the situation to his father, who’s offered to help, but Mike is adamantly opposed to that.  Besides which, it’s a weird situation employment-wise, with Mike’s dad being Kaitlyn’s boss, and they both agree it’s best for the Chief to stay out of it.  

And then Mike’s taken hostage by the corrections officer, Gary Munson.  The news that Mike’s been shot rips through the NYPD like lightning. And the news of Mike’s death hits the department like a nuclear bomb.

P.S.  TRUST ME.  HOW CAN THERE BE MORE CHAPTERS IF MIKE’S DEAD?

[grapesodatozier]

hi hello!! was jw, would u ever write nsfw reddie with mike wheeler thrown in? or like maybe they all met at college & became close friends, and after a party or something they somehow end up having a threesome lmao but it feels natural to them and they’re so into it hhh 🤤

i’m so into this concept omg. also i’ve never written wheelzierbrak before so I hope you like it!! (also sorry this took forever the sophomore slump is very real unfortunately) (for this same reason I have not proofread this so my apologies in advance for that lol)

words: 7,491 (once again we learn that cami cannot write anything short lmao)

read on ao3 or below!!

nsfw below the cut

Mike leaned a little further thanhe needed to into Richie’s grip as he escorted him back to his room, heldEddie’s hand a little tighter than necessary. He was undoubtedly trashed, hissocial filter washed away with all of the vodka he’d had that night. “Guys,this is so much fun,” Mike grinned as he leaned his head on Richie’s chest, Eddiesearching Mike’s pockets for the key to his apartment. Lucas and Dustin werehaving a “guys’ weekend” just the two of them, and Will was at his boyfriend’shouse for the weekend, leaving Eddie and Richie to make sure he got to bed safe.Sober Mike had insisted he would be fine by himself, but sober Eddie and Richieknew better and already had clothes packed, as they knew drunk Mike would wantthem to stay with him. Mike was the clingiest, most affectionate drunk out ofall of their friends, and Eddie and Richie had admitted to each other the nightbefore that they both adored it. They were more than happy to take care of him.

“Yeah?” Richie grinned as he ledMike inside. Eddie made sure to put the key in a safe place before takingMike’s hand again.

“Yeah!” Mike beamed. “I always havefun when I’m with you guys.” Richie and Eddie shared a smile, and Richie pulledthem both into a hug.

“Do you wanna go to sleep, Mike?”Eddie asked softly in his ear. Mike pulled back and pouted at both of them.

“Can you come with me?” Eddie andRichie both smiled softly at him, love overflowing from their gazes - they wereboth drunk as well, and therefore didn’t bother hiding how fond they were ofMike and his adorable little pouts.

“Of course we will.” Eddie kissedMike’s cheek before guiding him by the hand to his bedroom.

“We should keep partying,” Mikesaid, his words slurred and eyes drooping. “Guys, for real, I’m having so muchfun.”

“We can take the party to the bedif you want,” Richie joked in Mike’s ear, his hands on Mike’s waist. Richieloved making Mike blush, and that particular joke made Mike giggle and leanback into Richie’s chest. Richie’s heart melted; he swore he could feel hispupils shaping themselves into hearts. He pressed a kiss to Mike’s temple.“God, you’re cute. Eddie, how is he allowed to be this cute?”

“Beats me,” Eddie said over hisshoulder with a playful smile. “Mike, can I party in my pajamas?” Mike noddedsoftly, still leaning into Richie. Eddie giggled and kissed Mike’s cheek. Mikesmiled softly as Eddie nuzzled his face into Mike’s cheek. “Do you wanna getinto your pajamas, too?” Mike looked to Richie, as if he would have the answer.

“I think you should, pumpkin,”Richie said, booping Mike’s nose lightly. “I think we’re all a little partiedout.” Mike looked a bit conflicted, but he eventually nodded and accepted thepajamas Eddie handed to him.

“Gonna brush my teeth,” Mikemumbled, heading for the bathroom. They both looked after him with matchingsmiles on their faces, smiles which they turned on each other as the doorclosed.

“You’re both so cute,” Eddie sighedas he tossed Richie his pajama pants. Richie happily swapped them in for hisjeans, much preferring the feel of the soft flannel. He whistled as Eddiechanged in front of him.

“You’re quite the sight yourself,”he winked. Eddie rolled his eyes; they always did this, the flirting thing. Allthree of them, but Richie was especially bad.

“I’m glad we’re staying overtonight,” Eddie murmured as he crawled into Mike’s bed. Richie’s heart sang atthe sight.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You coming to bed?”

“I gotta pee first.” For whateverreason, that made both of them burst into giggles. Mike emerged from thebathroom in a t-shirt and pajama pants, a drunken and confused look on hisface.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing, darlin’,” Richiesaid, kissing the top of his head before disappearing into the bathroom.

Mike just shrugged and dropped hisclothes into his hamper. He sighed as he crawled under the blanket, the sheetscool and soft on his warm skin. “I love this,” he smiled, melting into the bed.He scooted closer to Eddie and rested his head on his chest. His eyes fellheavily closed. His fingertips ran over the soft fabric of Eddie’s shirt, hismind swimming and fading with how soft and warm and happy he felt. “I loveyou.”

He felt Eddie smiling as he kissedhis forehead. “I love you, too.”

“And I love Richie,” Mike sighed.

“I love Richie, too,” Eddie giggled.

“You two talking about me?”Richie’s voice came floating into the room as he exited the bathroom. Mikelifted his head as much as he could, despite the heaviness of his head.

“Richie!” He beamed and reachedover Eddie for him. He looked up at Eddie then, his nose brushing againstEddie’s jaw. “Oh my god, Eddieee, Richie’s here!” Richie and Eddie sharedanother smile over Mike’s head before Richie slid into the bed on the other sideof Mike. “Richie, Richie, guess what?” Mike giggled, his head lolling back intoRichie’s chest as Richie spooned him from behind.

“Hmm, what is it, sweet pea?”Richie hummed into Mike’s hair.

“Eddie ‘n’ me love you so much.” He smiled to himself, his eyesfalling shut again.

“Oh, do you?” Richie raised hiseyebrows suggestively at Eddie, who rolled his eyes. Mike nodded. Richie kissedhis ear then, making him giggle. “Well, then you two are in luck. Because Ilove you both” kiss “so” kiss “much.” He then proceeded to pressan onslaught of kisses to Mike’s neck, making him giggle and squirm evenfurther into Eddie’s grip. Eddie beamed and held him close. Richie was rightbehind, wrapping his arms around both Eddie and Mike. He ceased his kissattack, softly nuzzling his face into Mike’s hair.

“I love cuddling with you guys,”Mike said, his eyes still closed as he slipped closer and closer to sleep.

“Gotta be careful with cuddling,though,” Richie answered in a jokingly warning tone, “it’s a slippery slope tofucking.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and Richiesmirked at him. Neither of them were expecting what Mike said next: “God, thatwould be even better.” Eddie’s and Richie’s eyes widened, and they once againmet over Mike’s head. There was uncertainty, questioning in each of theirgazes. “I wanna fuck both of you,” Mike continued. Eddie blushed. Richie’smouth fell open slightly. “Well,” he giggled, “I want both of you to fuck me.”

“How about we just go to bed fornow?” Eddie suggested, his voice strained. He pet Mike’s hair affectionately,but Richie could tell he was still processing what Mike had said. Mike frowned.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voicesuddenly weak, dejected.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly with akiss to Mike’s forehead. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, okay? Ithink we’re all just tired right now.”

“So I didn’t make it weird?”

“Never,” Richie assured him,holding him tighter. “Making things weird is my job.” Mike smiled softly atthat and snuggled further into his pillow.

“It’s cute when you do it.” Mike’swords were so slurred they were almost incomprehensible.

“You’re cute.” Richie kissed hischeek, but he was already asleep. Richie met Eddie’s eyes then, something he’dbeen avoiding for a few moments. His cheeks were still red, and Richie couldfeel that his own were probably a similar shade. “So…” he trailed off.

“We can talk about it tomorrow,”Eddie whispered. “Or, maybe let it slide?”

“Let’s sleep on it.”

Eddie nodded, and they both closedtheir eyes and settled into the pillows. Neither of them fell asleep for a longwhile.

  They didn’t talk about it the nextmorning. They all are breakfast and nursed their hangovers the together, no onesaying anything out of the ordinary. That is, until Eddie and Richie lefttogether. The walk to their own respective apartments wasn’t far, but the airwas charged between them. “So are we gonna talk about it now?” Richie asked.Eddie immediately turned bright red.

“He didn’t seem to remember sayinganything like that,” he answered.

“But… do you think he meant it?”

Eddie chanced a look at Richie fromthe corner of his eye. “Do you want him to mean it?”

“Honestly?” Richie blew air out ofhis mouth and gave a small chuckle. “Yeah. Do you?” Eddie nodded. “God, you’recute when you blush,” he beamed, placing a kiss to Eddie’s warm cheek. Eddieplayfully pushed him away.

“So, how do we bring this up?Should we ask him what he remembers?”

“I think we should do it the funway,” Richie answered, waggling his eyebrows. Eddie didn’t know what he meantby that, but he was excited to find out.

  The next day Mike got a text fromRichie as he was leaving a job interview. men eds are bored so we crashed your place. whered ya go? Mike smiled tohimself; Richie and Eddie were exactly the people he needed to be around afterthe stress of the interview. Headed backhome now. Just had a job interview so I’m a little stressed, just a heads uplol he sent back.

About fifteen minutes later he waswalking into his apartment and slinging his bag off his shoulder. “Mikey’shome!” he immediately heard Richie exclaim. But it was Eddie who met him first.

“How did it go?” he askedexcitedly.

“I think it went… well…” he trailedoff in confusion as Eddie took his blazer off for him and hung it up. Before hecould ask why he did that, or even thank him for it, Richie was in front ofhim.

“Damn, Wheeler. You clean up nice.”Richie said it casually enough, jokingly enough, but the way his eyes swept overMike’s body sure didn’t feel like a joke. Mike blushed, a snarky comment on hislips - a comment which died as soon as Richie started fingering the tip ofMike’s tie. Richie crowded into his space then, his curls hanging in his eyesas he smiled down at Mike. “You must be tired. Come on, come sit down.” Mike’smouth hung open, speechless, when Richie grabbed his tie and started walkingbackwards, pulling Mike along with him. He let out an audible gasp when Richiesat down on the couch and pulled Mike onto his lap.

“Wh-what’s happening?” hestuttered, breathless and confused and blushing all the way down his chest. Hemust’ve fantasized about this at least a hundred times, but he’d never dreamtthat it might come true, and the fact that it was had his heart trying to punchits way out of his chest. He gasped again when he felt one of Eddie’s hands onhis waist, the other brushing gently through his hair.

“Do you remember what you told uslast night?” he asked softly. Mike’s blood ran cold. No, he didn’t fuckingremember what blackout drunk Mike had admitted to, but he had a pretty goodguess. He shook his head, unable to speak, and prayed that his friends weren’tjust making fun of him. At his core he knew they would never be so cruel, buthe genuinely couldn’t believe his deepest fantasy was coming true.

Richie lightly grabbed his chin,guiding his gaze to his own dark blue one. “You told us you wanted us both tofuck you.” Mike screwed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands, hisears, cheeks, and chest on fire. “Hey, it’s okay,” Richie soothed as he gentlypulled Mike’s hands away from his face. He was vaguely aware that Eddie wasrubbing circles into his hips with his thumbs. “We want that too, if you stillwant it.” Mike’s eyes widened, and his jaw visibly dropped.

“Really?” he asked, his voicebreaking as he looked between the two of them.

“Really,” Eddie confirmed with asmile and a soft kiss to Mike’s temple. Mike’s eyes flew back to Richie’s.

“What d’ya say?” Richie grinned. Hetwisted Mike’s tie around his hand, pulling him slowly closer and closer untilhe could feel Richie’s breath on his lips as he asked, “Do you want us to fuckyou?” Mike nodded, and with that Richie pulled him in that last inch andbrought their lips together. Mike whimpered into the kiss and steadied himselfwith his hands on Richie’s shoulders. His lips were even softer than theylooked, plump and full as they caressed Mike’s. Richie’s hands were on his hipsand Eddie’s hands were on his waist, and soon he felt Eddie’s lips on his neck.He moaned into the kiss with Richie went he felt Eddie start to suck on asensitive spot on his throat. Richie took the opportunity to tease the tip ofhis tongue over Mike’s bottom lip. Just as Mike began seeking more, Richiegrabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. Mike moaned. “You want aturn, baby?” Richie asked Eddie, his voice low and gravelly in a way that madeMike’s cock twitch in excitement.

Mike could feel Eddie smilingagainst his skin as he kissed up his neck, jaw, and cheek before finallycupping his face in his hands and kissing him. “You are so beautiful,” hemurmured into Mike’s lips. “Richie and I are gonna take such good care of you.”In stark contrast to Eddie’s sweetness, Richie licked a lewd stripe up the columnof Mike’s neck. Mike whined again, his hands gripping each of Eddie’s andRichie’s shirts.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” Richie echoed in Mike’s ear, his voice muchdarker and more suggestive. He nipped gently at Mike’s neck, making him squirmon his lap as he kissed Eddie. “Gonna fuck you nice and hard, baby. Does thatsound good?”

“So good,” Mike gasped as Eddiepulled away to kiss down the other side of his neck.

“Let’s get you to your bed, okay?”Eddie said, nuzzling into Mike’s hair.

“Okay,” Mike answered. He stood upoff of Richie’s lap, and as he did he realized that both Eddie and Richie werenoticeably hard in their pants as well. Once again, Richie led him by the tie -though this time, Eddie skipped ahead and attached himself to Richie while theywalked, kissing his neck and untucking his shirt. However, as they got toMike’s bedroom, he made no other moves to remove any of Richie’s clothes, justshut the door behind them. Richie kissed Mike deeply as he began loosening Mike’stie and unbuttoning his shirt. Mike gripped Richie’s shirt in his hands, butsomehow he knew that he wasn’t supposed to take it off. Eddie came up behindhim then, kissing his neck again as he slid his hands around Mike’s waist anddipped them down, undoing his belt, then his button and zipper. Mike moaned asRichie and Eddie undressed him, feeling both vulnerable and safe in theirhands. Richie pulled away from the kiss, and the two switched then, Eddiesliding Mike’s shirt off his shoulders while Richie took his pants, boxers, andsocks off. Mike curled in on himself, left only in his loose tie. Eddie walkedaround and stood next to Richie, and the two leaned into one another as theytook Mike in with their eyes.

“Beautiful,” Richie breathed inawe. Mike blushed and looked away.

Eddie hummed in agreement. “Do youthink we should leave the tie on?” Eddie asked conspiratorially. Richie grinnedand stepped forward to tighten the tie again.

“I think that’s a great idea. Whatdo you think, sweetheart?” he asked Mike. “You wanna keep it on?” Richie tuggedon it playfully, but even the small tug made his cock bounce up against hisstomach. He nodded. “God, Eds, look how hard he is already,” Richie marveled.Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist and rested his head on hisshoulder.

“I think he likes being on displayfor us,” Eddie smirked. The way they were talking about him like he wasn’tthere had Mike whimpering. They both met his eyes then, as if his whimperreminded them of his presence. Eddie gently pulled Mike’s arms away fromhimself as Richie cupped his cheek. “Tell us what you want, baby,” Eddieencouraged him.

“I want you,” he answered honestly.“I wanna do whatever you want me to.”

Richie and Eddie met eyes for abrief moment before Richie stepped back into Mike’s space, running his handover his chest and side as he leaned down to kiss at the shell of his ear.“Yeah? You want us to use you however we want?” Mike moaned and nodded he felta bead of precome run down his cock. Richie looked him in the eye and ran histhumb over his bottom lip. “Do you wanna get on your knees for us, baby? Doesthat sound okay?” Mike nodded eagerly and dropped to the floor.

“God, he’s so good,” Eddiecooed, stroking Mike’s hair with one hand and palming his cock with the other.Mike felt his eyelids go heavy as he watched both Eddie and Richie strokethemselves through their jeans.

“Bet he loves sucking cock, too,”Richie said. Mike whimpered as Richie dragged his own zipper down. Richiegrabbed his jaw. “Yeah? You wanna suck our cocks, baby?”

“Please,” Mike begged, his voicebreaking slightly.

“Well, when you ask so nicely,”Richie smirked, his tone joking and slightly lighter. It brought Mike back downa bit, grounded him - though it also made the situation even more surreal,reminded him that it was really Richie who was pulling out his dick for Mike tosuck, Richie Tozier. And Eddie Kaspbrak was doing the same. Mikelicked his lips, feeling an almost overwhelming amount of anticipation andlove. He moaned aloud at the sight of their cocks, both gorgeous and entirelytoo tempting in their own ways. He also loved the way they kept their clotheson while they had him naked on the floor for them. “Would you like to go first,my dear?” Richie offered to Eddie.

But Eddie shook his head and bitRichie’s shoulder. “Wanna watch you two first,” he smiled coyly, pressing slow,wet kisses to Richie’s freckles. Richie smiled and pressed a kiss to Eddie’shair.

“You ready, baby?” Richie asked Mikeas he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Please,” Mike noddedenthusiastically, desperately. “Wanna taste you so bad.” His cock twitched atthe way Richie’s eyes visibly darkened, his jaw clenching. He ran the head ofhis cock over Mike’s lips, and Mike opened his mouth eagerly.

“Good boy,” Richie praised as heslid his cock past Mike’s lips onto his tongue. Mike wrapped his lips aroundhim and moaned at the salty taste. He bobbed his head, letting himself adjustto Richie’s size as the latter rocked his hips slowly, shallowly, but steadilyinto Mike’s mouth. Mike kept his hands in his lap as he ran his tongue over theunderside of Richie’s cock.

“Look at him, keeping his hands tohimself,” Eddie said, pride, wonder, and condescension all mingling in his voice.Mike looked up to find Eddie’s eyes trained on Mike’s mouth as he stroked hiscock slowly. Mike mewled and clenched his fists.

“So good for us,” Richie murmuredin agreement. He slid his cock further and further into Mike’s mouth until hehad him gagging.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed. He kissedRichie’s shoulder again. “My turn?”

Richie looked between Eddie andMike for a moment, then smirked and held Mike’s head down for a couple ofseconds before sliding out, a string of saliva running from Mike’s mouth to thehead of Richie’s cock. “Have at it,” he smiled. He stroked his now wet cock, asight (and sound) which almost distracted Mike from how excited he was to tasteEddie. Eddie gently guided Mike’s head up by his chin, and Mike eagerly, pliantlystuck his tongue out. Eddie ran the head of his cock over Mike’s tongue beforesliding most of his cock down Mike’s throat. Mike gagged, but he loved the burnin his throat, loved that Eddie wasn’t shy about making a mess of him. “Fuck,baby,” Richie murmured as Eddie grabbed Mike’s hair and began fucking hismouth. Richie cupped Mike’s cheek and wiped away his tears. “Look, his cock’sfucking dripping.” Mike blushed as Richie and Eddie both marveled at the sightof his aching cock, which, sure enough, had precome sliding down it. Richiegave Mike a wondrous smile. “Do you like choking on his cock, angel?” Mikenodded as best he could and preened under the attention when Richie stroked hishair. He watched Richie and Eddie share a knowing glance, and Eddie slipped hiscock out of Mike’s mouth. Mike whined at the loss, but Eddie pulled himcarefully into him so that Mike’s head rested against his hip. “Sweetheart?”Richie asked as he lightly stroked Mike’s cheek. Mike listened with hooded eyesbut rapt attention. “Do you want us to fuck you?”

Mike’s eyes widened, and he noddedso quickly his hair bounced around his head. “God, I want that so bad.” Richieand Eddie smiled down at him and both helped him to his feet, then over to hisbed. They laid him down, then each lay next to him, stroking his hair andkissing his cheeks and neck. Richie slipped off the bed then, and Eddie stayedwith Mike, soothingly running his fingers over his skin as they both watchedRichie completely undress. Then Richie was crawling back into bed beside Mike,and Eddie was slipping off to the other side, removing his own clothes. Richiewas running his fingers through Mike’s hair and kissing down his neck as Eddierummaged through his bag and returned to the bed with a bottle of lube.

Eddie kissed Mike’s forehead as hesettled in next to him. Looking to Richie, he asked, “Do you wanna get itstarted, or should I?”

“Wanna watch you open him up,”Richie answered, a dark smile on his face.

Eddie returned his smile and kissedMike’s lips slowly. “You ready, baby?” Mike nodded. “You know you can tell usto stop whenever you want, right?”

“I know,” Mike smiled softly, theanticipation in his chest easing a bit when Richie kissed his hair and Eddietook his hand in his and kissed his knuckles. He opened his legs so that Eddiecould fit between them.

“Fuck, baby,” Richie muttered,propping himself up on one of his elbows so that he could watch Eddie kiss downMike’s stomach and up the insides of his thighs. “You look so beautiful allspread out like this.” Mike turned his head and tried to hide his now blushingface in Richie’s arm, but Richie chuckled and gently guided his face up for akiss. “You’re so cute when you’re shy,” he murmured against Mike’s lips. Justas Mike was melting into Richie’s kiss, Eddie sucked on a particularlysensitive part of his thigh, making him gasp and buck his hips. Richie brokeaway from the kiss to admire the way Mike’s soft, pink lips fell open. He ranhis fingers through Eddie’s hair and said, “Stop teasing us, baby. I want yourfingers in his ass as much as he does.”

“Please,” Mike agreed in a smallplea.

“So impatient, both of you,” Eddiegrinned. He kissed each of them, then finally uncapped the lube. He poured agenerous amount over his fingers and spread it around for a torturously longtime before finally bringing his fingers to Mike’s hole. He rubbed his fingersagainst his entrance, getting it as wet as he could before gently pushing onefinger in. Mike let out a small whimper of pleasure. Eddie’s and Richie’s gazeswere practically burning his skin, so much that just half of one of Eddie’sfingers had his cock pulsing with need.

As Eddie slid his finger furtherin, then, out, then in again, over and over, Richie began to skirt hisfingertips over Mike’s chest. Richie pressed wet kisses to Mike’s neck and jaw,kisses which made Mike’s eyes flutter shut. He opened his eyes, however, whenhe felt Richie grazing his fingertips over his lips. Mike opened his mouth andmet Richie’s eye, an open invitation. Richie smiled and pressed a kiss toMike’s forehead. “Good boy,” he praised, his voice a low murmur as he slid twoof his fingers into Mike’s mouth. Mike happily wrapped his lips around them,not missing a beat as he got to work running his tongue over them, tastingRichie, getting his fingers nice and wet. His gaze shifted then from Richie’sto Eddie’s. Eddie’s cheeks and chest were both pink as his eyes flickered fromMike’s hole, wrapped around his own finger, to Mike’s mouth, wrapped obscenelyaround Richie’s fingers. Desire warmed Mike; not only desire, but the pleasureand pride of being so openly desired by the two people he wanted most.

Richie swiftly removed his fingersfrom Mike’s mouth and began circling one of his nipples with them, getting itwet and hard. Mike could feel Richie’s hard cock twitch against his hip whenMike let out a surprised moan. His hips rolled of their own volition, his cocktwitching with want. He felt Eddie pull his finger out, and the pout he sportedat the loss soon vanished as he felt two of Eddie’s fingers circling around hishole. He let out a slow groan as Eddie pushed two fingers in. His head fell tothe pillow, his eyes shut and lips hanging open as he adjusted to the newsensation. “You look so beautiful like this, baby,” Eddie marveled. “So niceand open for us, aren’t you?” Mike nodded and let out a small whimper. “God, Ican’t wait to see you stretched out on our cocks.”

“Fuck,” Mike moaned at the thought.He repeated the sentiment when Richie wrapped his lips around one of his nowvery sensitive nipples. He felt precome dripping onto his stomach as he watchedRichie’s tongue tease him. Mike writhed in pleasure, making Richie chuckle andtrail kisses up his neck.

“So sensitive, aren’t you, baby?”His voice was low in Mike’s ear, sending waves of pleasure to his cock. Thefact that Eddie was picking up his pace only made Mike moan more. Richiestroked Mike’s hair as he continued, “Love seeing you all riled up, angel. Lovewatching Eds get you nice and ready for our cocks.” Mike leaned up for a kiss,but Richie only pressed a soft peck to the corner of his lips, otherwisekeeping just out of reach, just close enough to drive Mike crazy. “You excitedto be stuffed full of cock, sweet pea?”

“Yes,” Mike answered eagerly, hisvoice breaking. “Please, want you both to fuck me so bad. Wanna make you bothfeel so good.” Richie hummed in satisfaction and finally brought his lips toMike’s. Mike kissed him hungrily, pulling him in by his hair.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside ofyou,” Richie murmured against Mike’s lips.

“He’s so tight, Rich,” Eddiepurred. “Do you wanna feel?”

“Fuck yes.” Richie gave Mike amischievous smile and a kiss to his lips before sliding down the bed, trailingkisses down his body as he went. Once Richie’s fingers were covered in lube, Eddieslid his finger out and watched, enraptured, as Richie replaced it with hisown. Mike gasped; Richie’s fingers were noticeably longer than Eddie’s. “Fuck,he is tight.” Richie’s mouth hung open, and his eyes were dark as they metMike’s. He said to Eddie, while looking in Mike’s eyes, “I think he can takeanother, though.” Eddie looked up to Mike as well, a silent question which Mikeanswered with a nod of his head. Richie and Eddie shared a smile that madeMike’s heart buzz warmly. Richie pulled out then and pushed back in with twofingers. Mike’s head fell back against the pillow, a moan of pleasure fallingfrom his lips. His legs almost unconsciously spread wider. “That’s it, baby,”Richie praised, making Mike’s cock throb desperately.

Eddie noticed as it bobbed inappreciation. He smiled and rested his head on Richie’s shoulder. “I think heliked that.” His voice was amused and somewhat condescending as he took Mike’scock in his hand. “Look at how hard he is for us. Such a good boy.” Mike whimperedand thrust his hips up, warm pleasure coursing through him as his eyesfluttered open to see Eddie smiling down at him and Richie’s eyes shamelessly drinkinghim in. Between Eddie stroking his cock and Richie finger fucking him, Mikebarely registered Eddie asking him, “Do you like being good for us?”

“Yes,” Mike moaned. Pleasure sparkedwhat felt like every nerve ending in his body. He curled his fingers into thesheets and let himself get lost in the way Richie’s fingers felt stretching himopen, pressing against his sensitive walls, the way Eddie’s fingers feltwrapped around his cock, spreading precome around the sensitive head. “Fuck,please fuck me.” His voice was a thin, desperate whine, and it had heat coursingthrough Eddie and Richie’s bodies. Both of their cocks were hard and leaking,they were both desperate to give their boy what he wanted. Sharing a look Eddietook his hand away from Mike’s cock and Richie slid his fingers out of himbefore grabbing his hips and swiftly flipping him over onto his stomach.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Richiemurmured as he pressed kisses down Mike’s spine. Mike did as he was told andshakily lifted himself up. Richie pressed his two fingers back inside of him,making Mike moan and rock his hips back.

“Please, please fuck me, I want yourcocks so bad,” Mike nearly cried.

“One more finger, okay baby?”Richie soothed. Then, turning to kiss Eddie, he said to him, “You wanna go fuckhis mouth? Give him what he wants?”

Eddie smiled and nodded beforekissing Richie again. “He has been good,” he smirked before crawling across thebed to kneel in front of Mike. He lifted his chin and gazed into his starry browneyes, tracing his lips with his thumb; they were plump and pink and soft, andEddie couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around his cock. He told Mike as much,telling him in a gentle voice, “God, baby, your lips are so pretty. Gonna feelso good on my cock, aren’t they?”

“Please,” Mike nodded, his eyebrowsdrawing together and eyes pleading.

Eddie teased his cock along Mike’slips, covering them in his precome. Mike’s eyes were heavily hooded as theygazed longingly up at Eddie. “Open up, baby,” Eddie instructed. Mike opened hismouth as wide as it would go. As soon as Eddie slid his cock past Mike’s lips,Richie pressed a third slick finger into Mike’s hole, eliciting a muffled moan.Eddie grabbed Mike’s hair, gently tugging on it as he began to slowly rock hiships, gently fucking Mike’s face. Eddie’s cock hit the back of Mike’s throat atthe same moment that Richie’s fingers first brushed against his prostate. Mikelet out a noise that was halfway between a gag and a moan as pleasure pulseddeep inside of him. His eyes fluttered shut as he got lost in the pleasure, thewet sounds of Eddie’s cock fucking his mouth and Richie fingers fucking hislubed up ass had Mike’s cock dripping precome onto his sheets. He rockedhimself back and forth so that he was filled no matter which way he rocked.

“Yeah, that’s it sweetheart,” Richieencouraged behind him. He ran his hand over Mike’s ass in a way that had thelatter shivering pleasantly. Then, after a moment of consideration on Richie’spart, he slid his fingers out of Mike and asked, “Hey, baby?” while leaningover him and brushing his hair out of his face. Eddie gently slid his cock outof Mike’s mouth so he could answer Richie’s question. “How do you feel aboutass to mouth?” Mike scrunched up his nose and shook his head slightly. Richiegrinned and kissed the corner of his lips. “That is a-okay, angel face.” Helooked up at Eddie and asked, “Moment of truth then, though. You wanna get inon this?” He smirked as he gave Mike’s ass a playful slap, making him giggle.

Eddie smiled but shook his head. “Nah,I’m good staying here.” He stroked Mike’s hair, and the affection thatoverflowed from his gaze had Mike blushing down to his chest and nuzzling intoEddie’s hand.

“Guess your ass is all mine, then,”Richie murmured in Mike’s ear before nipping playfully at his earlobe. He satup on his knees behind Mike, and the sound of him opening the condom had Mike’sbody buzzing with anticipation.

“What do you say, baby? You thinkyou’re ready for my cock?” Mike moaned as he remembered how long Richie’s cock hadbeen.

Eddie loosened his grip on Mike’shair and suddenly pulled his hips back. “What do you say?”

“I’m ready,” Mike panted, his lipsslick and cheeks pink. He looked over his shoulder at Richie as he said, “Please,please fuck me. Want your cock so bad.”

Richie leaned over to give Mike aslow, messy kiss before pulling back. “Damn, Eds,” he smirked, “you taste good.”Then, brushing Mike’s hair back and gripping it slightly, “Doesn’t he tastegood, baby?”

“So good,” Mike nodded, smilingcoyly up at Eddie.

Richie poured lube into his handand spread it over his cock. “Then beg for his cock like a good boy.” Hecircled the head of his cock around Mike’s hole. “Beg for us both, baby.”

“Please,” Mike whimpered brokenly.Please fuck me, please, want you both to fill me up. Want your cocks so bad,want you to use me. Please fuck me, please, please, please.” Richie cocked aneyebrow at Eddie, who gave him a small smile in return. A litany of soft pleasdropped from Mike’s lips. Richie gripped Mike’s hips and lined his cock up withhis wet hole.

“Look at me, baby,” Eddie murmuredto Mike, and as soon as he did Richie began sliding his cock into Mike’s ass.Eddie shoved his cock down Mike’s throat when he gasped, cutting off his moan. Thestretch of Richie’s cock burned, but it felt amazing. Eddie held Mike’s headdown until Richie’s cock was all the way inside of him, finally pulling out andletting him breathe as he adjusted to having Richie so deep inside of him. Mike’sbreaths were deep and gasping. Richie rolled his hips, eliciting a long, highpitched moan from Mike, whose head fell forward to hang between his arms. “Youfull enough yet?” Eddie asked, tilting Mike’s chin up.

Mike shook his head. “Want you,too. Need you.” His eyes were wide as he stuck his tongue out expectantly. Eddiesmiled sweetly at Mike before gripping his hair tight and shoving his cock allthe way down his throat again. However, instead of keeping him there, this timeEddie held Mike’s head still and fucked his mouth, his cock sliding smoothlybetween Mike’s slick lips.

Mike felt Richie run his hand uphis back. He played with the curls at the nape of his neck for a moment beforereaching down to grab his tie. It slid easily around his neck so that it wasbackwards. Richie wrapped his around his hand again and tugged lightly, pullingMike’s head back. Mike moaned at the sensation around his throat, his cocktwitching desperately. “Fuck,” Richie groaned from behind him, slowly pullinghis hips back. It hurt a bit, but mostly it just felt amazing. Mike wriggledhis hips a bit to encourage Richie to keep going. “You look so fucking gorgeouslike this, angel.” Richie’s voice sounded awed, and it had somehow dropped evenlower. Mike let out small noises of pleasure as Richie continued to rock hiships slowly, shallowly, making sure Mike was really stretched. “Like you weremeant to take cock.” He pulled back further then and slammed his cock back in.The force pushed Mike further onto Eddie’s cock, making him gag. He whimperedwhen Eddie pulled back.

“Wanna hear the sounds you makewhen you get fucked,” Eddie explained, stroking his cock. He released his gripon Mike’s hair. Mike’s realized then that his arms were shaking, and that nowthe only thing keeping him up was Richie’s hold on his tie. It choked him justslightly, just enough to have precome running down his cock. Mike let out anothersoft moan as Richie fucked him - but apparently it wasn’t enough. “Aw, come on,baby,” Eddie cooed as he stroked Mike’s cheek. “You can be louder than that.”And then Richie was really fucking him, his fingers really digging into thesoft flesh of Mike’s hips as he picked up his pace and slammed his cock in andout of Mike’s hole, hard. It punched a series of surprised moans out of Mike’schest, moans that had Eddie’s pupils dilating as he stroked himself. “That’sit,” he encouraged. “Keep fucking him like that, Rich. Keep him making thosepretty little sounds.” Mike dropped his head, but he could still feel theintensity of Eddie’s gaze despite the fact that he could no longer see it.

Richie smirked at Eddie and slappedMike’s ass. Mike’s head popped up as he gasped out a surprised, breathy, “Yes.”

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned as he grabbedMike by the hair again and slid his cock into his mouth. Mike moaned as hehollowed his cheeks, sucking on Eddie’s cock eagerly as Richie fucked him. “Doyou want him to do that again, baby?” Eddie asked Mike. Mike nodded. Richie smirkedand spanked Mike’s other cheek, making him moan again.

“My god, you’ve got a beautifulass,” Richie grinned before bending over to press kisses over Mike’s back. Mikemoaned at the new angle. “So fucking tight, baby. Feels so good around my cock.”Mike clenched around him, his cock leaking at the sensation. “Does my cock feelgood, sweetheart?” Richie thrust hard into him. “Does it keep you nice andfull? Get you nice and hard?” Mike moaned and nodded again, his fingersgripping the sheets below him. Richie suddenly straightened up then and tuggedhard on the tie as he slammed his cock into Mike, right along his prostate.Eddie slid out of Mike’s mouth just in time for his pleasured scream to ringthroughout the room.

“Fuck, baby, look how messy youare,” Eddie nearly whispered as he swiped his thumb along Mike’s lower lip. Hisown spit and Eddie’s precome dribbled down his chin, his cheeks were brightpink, and his eyes were practically rolled back into his head as Richie fuckedhim. “Do you wanna swallow my come, baby?” Eddie asked as he stroked himself. “Ordo you want it all over your face?”

“Wanna taste you,” Mike slurred,his words broken up with every thrust of Richie’s hips. “Please, please comedown my throat. Want you both to fill me up.” His cock twitched desperatelywhen he heard Richie moan behind him.

“Anything you want.” Eddie smiledsoftly, and this time he was gentler as he slid his cock past Mike’s lips. Thepace he set was a bit slower than before, which let Mike savor it even more. Hehappily hollowed his cheeks and ran his tongue over Eddie’s soft skin. Just ashe was melting into a warm bliss, Richie’s cock brushed against his prostateagain, and the pleasure that shot through him then was electrifying. NoticingMike’s reactions, Richie made sure to keep that angle steady, not giving Mike abreather. His cock was so hard it hurt, but he thought he might collapse if hetried to touch himself, his arms already trembling. So his hips stutteredforward futilely, the lack of friction making him moan.

“Do you want me to touch your cockfor you, baby?” Richie asked. Mike nodded and let out a strangled plea aroundEddie’s cock. “I will, sweetheart, I promise. But you gotta make Eds comefirst, okay?” Mike moaned and nodded again.

“I’m close, baby,” Eddie told him,petting his hair back as his eyebrows drew together. His eyes were dark and hismouth was dropped open, a sight Mike never wanted to forget. He moaned as hesucked on the head of Eddie’s cock. He could feel Eddie’s little thrustsbecoming less even, and he knew he was close. He reached up with one hand tocup Eddie’s balls, Richie’s hold on the tie holding him up by his throat again.Eddie’s eyes widened as he gasped. “Fuck, fuck, I’m coming.” His moans were breathyand broken as he came in Mike’s mouth, his body stilling as he filled him up.Mike hummed contentedly and let his eyes close for a moment. Once Eddie pulledhis cock out of his mouth, Mike swallowed his come and stuck his tongue out toshow Eddie that he’d swallowed all of it. “Fuck,” Eddie panted as he sat downagainst the pillows and headboard. “That was amazing, baby.” He gave Mike asoft smile and leaned in to kiss him, the caress of his lips on Mike’s soft andlingering.

“Such a good boy,” Richie praised.Mike pouted in confusion as he slowly pulled out, but he didn’t have time toquestion it before Richie was flipping him over onto his back.

As much as Mike had loved beingspit roasted, this new position was amazing; Eddie rested Mike’s head in hislap and began to play with his hair, and now Mike could see just how fucked outRichie was, his curls a mess around his head, his blue irises nearly eclipsedby his pupils, his lips red and spit slick, like he’d been licking and bitingthem the whole time. Just the mere look he was giving Mike was enough to makeMike’s cock leak precome onto his stomach. Mike moaned and let out a small, “Please,”when Richie grabbed his legs and spread them open.

“Gonna take such good care of you,angel,” Richie murmured as he pressed his cock back into Mike. Mike moanedagain, his head falling back further into Eddie’s lap the deeper Richie fuckedhim. He picked up his pace again, this time wrapping his fingers around Mike’scock.

“God, yes!” Mike shouted, grippingonto the sheets beneath him. His pleasure grew and grew with every thrust ofRichie’s hips, every flick of his wrist. “Yes, fuck, oh my god, feels so good.”He babbled some more moans, mostly just yesand fuck, his mind too hazed overwith pleasure to think of much more to say. Richie and Eddie shared a smile.

“Doesn’t he look pretty when he’sfalling apart?” Richie panted.

“He sound pretty, too,” Eddiegrinned, still stroking Mike’s hair.

“So good for us,” Richie marveled.His thrusts picked up speed as he chased his orgasm. “God, baby, I’m so close.You gonna come for me, sweet pea? Gonna come with me?”

“Please,” Mike nodded, his voice smalland weak, desperate. He could feel a familiar heat building in his lowerabdomen, his cock throbbing desperately as he got closer and closer to theedge.

“Come on, baby,” Richie encouraged,“come for me.”

Mike came with a shout, paintinghimself in his own come. He felt Richie’s hips still, felt his fingers holdingonto him tight, felt his cock twitch inside of him. Richie’s moans fell overhim, making his own orgasm even better. They both caught their breath as theycame down together. Eddie leaned up to kiss Richie’s lips, then bent down tokiss Mike’s forehead. “You are both so beautiful,” he said with a wondroussmile.

“Fuck, you two are perfect,” Richiegrinned, giving them each a kiss before slowly, gently pulling out of Mike. Hetied off the condom and threw it away before cuddling up next to Mike. Eddiescooted down the bed so he was pressed up against Mike’s other side.

“Thank you both for this,” Mikesmiled as they held him, is voice small and sleepy. “This was amazing.”

“I agree,” Eddie hummed as hepressed slow kisses to Mike’s collar bone.

“Yeah, we should do this more often,”Richie beamed, his own eyes falling shut as he kissed Mike’s hair. Mike soondrifted off, a smile on his face, sandwiched between his two favorite people.

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Writer’s Month; Day 15 - First Time

Four years prior to Written in the Stars, Mike meets Matt’s family for the first time - and he’s a nervous wreck!

~*~

Summer 2014: Meet the Family

(Prompt: First Time)

Mike was a nervous wreck. Melanie found it honestly kind of fun to watch. He had been pacing the apartment for about two hours now. Or at least that was what Rick had said when he had called her to come over because he couldn't deal with this nonsense anymore. He had better things to do – like a date with the cute girl he had met the other week. Second date and apparently he was already head over heels for this Lizzy girl. That was cute. Cuter than Mike's pacing, that was for sure.

“What's the big deal, little brother?”, asked Melanie pointedly.

“Mattie invited me to go to Cathedral City with him”, muttered Mike distressed.

“Okay... And... what's so huge about that? Is it your first weekend get-away as a couple?”, asked Mel a bit confused. “You've been dating for what, three months?”

“Yes but also no. Cathedral City is where Mattie was born. It's where his family lives”, explained Mike distressed. “He wants to take me to the reservation. To meet his family.”

“Oh. That serious already, huh?”, asked Mel surprised. “Wow. Yeah, I'd go crazy too.”

“...Thanks. Really helpful”, muttered Mike with a glare. “What do I do?”

“You... get his mom flowers and his dad whiskey, you're polite, you do small-talk, you continue looking at Matt like he hung the sun and moon and then you'll be fine”, assured Mel with a fond smile. “Come on, you're absolutely smitten with him and they'll see it.”

“But what... what if I'm not good enough for their son?”, asked Mike worried.

Mel frowned thoughtfully. “Well, I guess then you have to leave the city and never come back.  - Oh, come on, I'm just kidding. Wow. You're really worried. You'll be fine. I know it.”

“But it's not just a dinner. We're staying the weekend so if they don't like me, it will be super awkward all weekend. Or oh god what if they think I'm just after Mattie's money?”

“Ah yes. You look like the regular gold-digger”, agreed Mel solemnly. “Mikey. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Think about this thoroughly and think about how much he loves you. He wouldn't let his family dig in on you either. He'd defend you. And if he doesn't? Then, honestly, he's not the right man for you anyway. Because... you are an amazing man, Michael.”

“You're really good at mom-ing”, muttered Mike with a small smile, hugging his sister.

“I've momed you long enough, I'd think so”, grinned Mel, clinging onto him. “You'll be fine. And if you aren't, you call me, I'll drive out to Cathedral City and pick you up, okay?”

“Okay”, mumbled Mike, nodding against Mel's neck. “Thank you, you're the best.”

~*~

“...You went overboard, amore”, noted Matt with his eyebrows raised.

He regarded Mike, who was carrying a giant stuffed unicorn under one arm, a huge flower-bouquet in one hand and a bottle of expensive whiskey in the other. Matt shook his head amused.

“I just... want to make a good... first impression?”, offered Mike with a helpless shrug. “It's the first time I'm meeting your parents. And meeting the parents for the first time is... awful.”

“Awful?”, echoed Matt while the two got into Matt's car.

“Yeah. My high school sweetheart and I... meeting his family was not great”, muttered Mike.

“Tell me more about it”, prompted Matt. “We have a long ride ahead of us.”

“Okay”, groaned Mike. “So, Tony, he was... the most popular guy at my school? And he was from a rich upperclass kinda family? I was super awkward as a teen, I mean I was a jock – captain of the football team. Uh. Actual football, not that American nonsense.”

“You say that kind of stuff at home and uncle Andy may just kick you out”, warned Matt.

“Wait. Uncle? There are going to be more people?”, asked Mike distressed.

“Huh? Yeah? My parents and sister, my grandparents since they live together, but after they heard that I have a cute boyfriend I'm bringing over, my aunt and her family decided they'll come over for dinner too”, replied Matt with a shrug. “It's okay. It's just aunt Tammy, uncle Andy and my cousins Pippa and Tolly. You're going to be fine. Now tell me more about this Tony.”

“Uh, he actually moved to Los Angeles too?”, offered Mike and ducked his head. “Works as a barista in some cute little café. It's how Rick met his new girlfriend? Because we went to the café together – I... I swear there's nothing between us anymore, but we were really good friends in high school and it's... nice having someone from London close?”

“Babe”, laughed Matt and reached a hand out to pat Mike's thigh. “I'm not jealous. Everybody has a past. I'm your present. I'm asking because I'm curious and want to know more about you.���

“...Oh”, whispered Mike and nodded. “Okay, so Tony and I, we were like... the golden couple at high school and one day it was time for me to meet his parents. I was so nervous, I called his mother 'mom' instead of 'ma'am' and then I was too embarrassed to speak all evening and Tony, the absolute wanker, he of course had to be inappropriate and tease me and make out in his room just for his dad to walk in on us and I swear to this day, the smell of cigars kills every boner of mine.”

“Okay, I'll admit, that is...”, started Matt before he laughed.

Mike grumbled and curled in on himself a little bit. “I told you. I'm a disaster.”

“You're endearing”, countered Matt gently. “My parents are going to love you. My cousins are going to adore you because you're fun. Just... relax. Seriously.”

“What... What do I do with your grandparents? I mean. Your grandfather. Is he like... important? I mean...”, tried Mike before frowning. “I mean that I have no idea how... how things are handled in your... tribe and I don't want to be disrespectful.”

“Don't... call us a tribe”, offered Matt. “But yes, my grandfather is one of the eldest. Just... be polite, respectful and don't say anything dumb. I know you don't mean to say dumb things, I know for you from London all of this is something you only know from TV. If you have any knee-jerk reactions to say something, it's most likely better if you don't. Just... treat them like... people. Like anybody else. Like you treat me. I know it currently scares you that you're going to be... thrown into a whole new culture that you're not familiar with. The unfamiliar can be scary. But I'm here.”

“Yeah, you are”, sighed Mike and turned to look at him. “I love you.”

~*~

“Is he... Is he alright, Matteo?”

Matt drew his eyebrows together as he turned to properly look at Mike and see what was going on. When he put one and one together, all he could do was sigh with a fond smile.

“I think that he's unsure whose hand to shake first. If he shakes yours first, mom, he may insult dad, if he shakes dad's first, then it may look like he thinks the patriarchy is true and dad is in charge. So... he just... froze up”, offered Matt in explanation. “He's been overthinking everything about today. I didn't know a human could be this nervous.”

His mom made a soft cooing sound before she just pulled Mike into a hug. “Aren't you adorable? I'm Luca, that's my husband Giovanni. My parents Teddy and Simone, my sister Tammy and her husband Andy and their kids Pippa and Tolly. Now breath.”

Mike took a shaky breath. “Hello, ma'am. Thank you for having me.”

Luca smiled at him fondly and shook her head. Mike bit his lips as he properly looked around and looked at Matt's family. Giovanni was the only one white, his eyes the same shade of light-green as Matt's, his long hair put in a bun and a neatly trimmed beard framing his jawline. He had one arm around his daughter's shoulders. Marcella was a young teen, her dark hair in braids.

“So you're my brother's boyfriend, huh?”, asked Marcella with a pointed look. “Pretty boy, I guess.”

Mike made a high-pitched sound, while Matt's grandmother laughed. Simone was a very elegant elderly lady with nearly white hair, wearing golden jewelry and on-point make-up as she smiled at him. Her husband next to her looked more stern as he stepped forward and offered a hand.

“Thaddeus Lugo. You may call me sir”, stated the man.

“Teddy, don't give him the same treatment you gave me”, huffed Giovanni amused before turning to Mike. “Don't take him seriously. He's a good man. He's just trying to unnerve you. He did the same thing to me when I first got together with Luca. He really played up the stern dad.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”, grunted Thaddeus pointedly, glaring at Giovanni for a moment before focusing on Mike. “I had always hoped for a son to take over the family store, but I was gifted with two daughters instead. One who ran off to win the Olympics and the other who had to fall in love with a white man. Now, my grandson does the same.”

Mike swallowed hard, wishing he could just swallow his tongue. “I, uh, I--”

“Enough with the intimidation now, papa”, interrupted Matt's aunt Tammy. “Let's get the boys inside and get started on dinner, mh? Come inside and don't mind Teddy.”

“No respect for the elders anymore”, stated Thaddeus dryly. “You. You better treat my grandson right or I will send the spirits after you to enact my revenge?”

“Don't play a cliche to scare the white boy”, requested Marcella embarrassed.

Mike went to the car and grabbed their bags, though he couldn't help staring. Ever since Thaddeus had mentioned the Olympics, Mike was trying very hard to not stare at Tammy's leg. He had known the story, even before he had gotten together with Matt. Matt's aunt had been an Olympic sprinter but then she had lost a leg in a hiking accident, it had been what had made Matt dabble in prosthesis. Still. Mike knew it was rude to stare. He knew that.

“You coming?”, asked Tammy with a kind smile, knowing exactly what Mike was thinking.

~*~

Mike heaved a sigh as he collapsed next to Andrew and Giovanni. The two men were sitting outside and drinking the whiskey Mike had brought with him. Matt was inside, playing with his little sister and cousins and his grandparents, while his mother and aunt were watching 'their show'.

“Teddy was only messing with you earlier, you know”, stated Andrew casually. “He's given me the same treatment and he's known my family all of his life. It's not because you're white. He's just grumpy and protective, that's all. Don't worry about it. You'll grow on him.”

“As long as you treat Mattie right. And if you don't – well then my father-in-law will be the least of your problems”, pointed Giovanni out with a sharp smile.

“I would never, sir”, promised Mike hastily, shaking his head.

“Mh”, nodded Andy amused. “My nephew tells us you're a cop? One of the good ones, I hope?”

“Mattie sends me to save you!”, exclaimed Tolly, looking at Mike. “Come play with us!”

Tolly was four years old, with the largest, dark-brown eyes. He held his arms up for Mike to pick him up and Mike was happy to do so and escape even more of Matt's family trying to threaten and frighten him. The fact that both men started laughing when he went inside told him that at least it wasn't mean-spirited, it was just that the whole family were a bunch of sadists with odd humor.

“You gotta relax. This is day one of many”, noted Matt gently when Mike sat down next to him. “This is my family and dating me means you'll have to get used to them.”

“I'll be fine”, muttered Mike, leaning against Matt. “Either they'll kill me, or I'll be fine.”

“I like him. He's funny”, noted Marcella with a smile.

“Yeah, I like him too because he's funny”, grinned Matt, kissing Mike's cheek.

Mike made a small, miserable noise as grandpa Teddy glared viciously at him at that.