#that might just be something mikes pits do a lot of

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Chewbys collar is a little too big for her (when I bought it I was planning on it being for a larger, fluffier dog) so when she lays down with her chin on the couch it pops up like 2-3 inches above her neck and tickles the backs of her ears and she flicks her ears back at them like a horse

And right now shes wearing her coat which looks like a horse blanket

Mini horse

(The coat is also too big cuz it was on sale and my mom didn't measure her first)

[campbyler]

What are Mike and Will’s top three artists? (Idk if you’ve mentioned it before sorryy)

oooh i don’t think we’ve named specific favorites for them before!! i don’t know if we’ll be able to just name Three (edit: coming back to proofread after typing out this ask. i did not just name Three), bc to me acswy mike and will both have pretty varied music tastes — i think they’d both listen to a lot of different genres and artists, especially music that their friends/family/assorted loved ones introduce them to that might not be something they’d usually go for.

mike: we did mention in ch2 that mike has a demon days poster above his bed in the blue cabin, and while i don’t think gorillaz is one of his Favorite groups by any means, i do think he 1. listens to them a lot while driving specifically and 2. just reallyyyy loves their album art. to me mike is also such a pop punk enjoyer, so i think some of his go-tos include bands like all time low and paramore and blink-182, probably with a little midwest emo thrown in bc the boy did literallyyyyy grow up in indiana. i do also think he has a soft spot for feel-good pop, especially boyband music like 1D and BTR, and i think 5sos is not technically a boyband (or that they don’t like to be called one? iirc? maybe?) but i think he would listen to them quite a bit as well! really and truly i think mike would just like a little bit of everything, and his fav artists probably rotate a lot depending on his mood.

will: always a jeff buckley enthusiast across universes to meeeee, and the clear answers here are also the cure/the clash and other oldies rock OBVIOUSLYYYY but i think he would also totally dabble in typical Male Manipulator Music lol with likeeeee peach pit and pool house and the strokes especially. i think he’d also be into midwest emo (cannot escape his fate), and maybe also deftones and ptv a little bit (<- self indulgent and me projecting but i am not sorry). i think he also has a soft spot for pop, but not really in the same way mike does — for example, el definitely makes him listen to a lot of carly rae jepsen and the like when they’re together, and he also has a lot of good memories of listening to older pop songs with his mom when he was younger! like. he hits shuffle on his liked songs and it’s destiny’s child followed by radiohead followed by jenny by studio killers. he contains multitudes i’m afraid

[wettestnjaay]

both reader and Jon being brainless and babbling praises to eachother and so close to eachother because any friction builds up to the other cumming🥹🙏🏾

OFCC, YOU GUYS KNOW I LOVE J BABYY🙄.

SENSITIVE!NEEDY!JONATHAN BYERS x BLACK!BUBBLY!BIMBO!READER

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WARNING !

both r and Jonathan are sensitive and are subs, this is taking place in season 4 tbh, purple palm tree delight talk, weed/blunts, smoking, crying kink, pleasing kink, butterfly position, pet names, babbling, babying kink, and all that good stuff.

YOUR FLIGHT TO CALIFORNIA WASN'T AS BACK AS YOU THOUGHT, it was simple besides sitting beside the dark haired boy Micheal Wheeler who mumbles all of the lyrics of a song.

Arriving at the airport after about 5 hours after the plan ride, you were finally with your boyfriend, Jonathan Byers-his friend, Argyle and the two siblings Will and Eleven.

You greeted everybody with a cheerful smile and Jonathan with a warm hug and unforgettable kiss, as his hand hooked into your belt hook on you jean shorts as he started follow you around like a lost puppy, just how you use to be back in hawks.

Once you guys first started dating you would never seen one without the other, but ever sense the mall fire, everything changes,, Jonathan would call at lease once or twice a month then how he use to do,

Which was once every week.

But it wasn't the time to worry about all of that, you guys were together in person, not distance away on the house-phone.

You, Jonathan and Argyle walked behind the three teens with glasses that Jonathan gave you, getting into the car, you choose to sit in the back seat, and Jonathan who wanted to be close to you followed as well.

Argyle driving, Will passenger seat, El and Mike back seats and, you and Jonathan in the truck, cuddle up tugging it upon one and another over and over, kissing and brushing against each other.

As you guys arrived at a mystery area you didn't know which was the roller rink, and allowed Will, Mike and El do get out of the car.

"Will.,, have fun!" Jonathan called out to his brother stepping out of the van and help you as well while smiling at the both of you.

You jumped out of the truck and gave Will a hug, "Don't be a party poo'er, okay I have something for you when we get back!"

Will smiled and hugged you back just as he was about to move away, you kissed his hair and whisper, "Don't let others bring you down."

He nodded as you hopped into the back seat of the car, and waved him off as he finally opened the door to the skating ring and turn to smile once more before walking in.

Argyle had be driving you and Jonathan for a while.. it was quite relaxing, moment after you guys stopped at the pit full of abandoned cars Argyle pulled out a bag,

"Purple palm tree delight?"

You looked back and forth at Jonathan and Argyle wanting a explanation, "What's is that?"

"It's weed darling!" Argyle yelled into you ear, as Jonathan laughed.

You laughed a little as well as you mumbled.. "I don't know.. if Jon likes it-I'll try!"

You just didn't know what you were getting yourself into, not a single bit.

Being that no brainer girl, innocent and bubbly you crawled to the front of the car, sitting between Jonathans legs as you giggle at him as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Argyle rolled up the weed and lighted up, smoking it first with a little poof poof pass, to Jonathan who poof poof and turned you around, to blow it into your face.

You coughed as you inhaled it all before pouting at Jon.

"That hurts!" you mumbled as you hit his shoulder as he apologized to you, "Sorry baby."

Jonathan passed the blunt to you, as you nervously placed it between your lips and suck a lot in, as you exhale some through your mouth, and the rest out of your nose before coughing.

Jonathan patted you back telling you, "That's was good, very good for your first try precious"

You smiled to yourself at the praise before looking at Argyle how was already smoking him another blunt, you smiled at Jon before smoking in some more, and patting his cheek.

His mouth opened just as you blew it into your mouth and he exhaled it out of his nose while staring to your eyes.

Falling more and more inlove by the seconds just a your hand raised into his hand hassling into it, just as his slides up your body and does the same.

Still looking into each others eyes, just as you placed the blunt onto elbow rest, you pressed you forehead against him, giggling a bit.

The hold he had onto your head was so hungrier, he need you closer had to have you closer.

The moment lasted for a while before both of your heads flashed and turned to Argyle who was laughing loud as hell.

"Fuck-Argyle go play golf."

You laughed as Jonathan slapped the long haired boys chess, trying to get him out the car,

It didn't take as long as you thought.

Jonathan tucked his hand between your head and neck kissing it lovably before licking and breathing against it.

"Where were we?" he asked in a smoothing voice.

You giggle before he pulled you all the way onto his lap, brushing his hands against your thin t-shirt to see your harden nipples noticing you didn't even have a bra on.

He bring the blunt, smoking it before blowing it into thin air.

Just at the sight you were getting wet, and you knew he knew.

You slowly rocked your hips as he looked up at you like you were the only person in the world, "Y/N.. baby please-I need..haa~ ffff-fuck that's good!" you giggled at his stumbling voice.

Your lips latch onto Jonathan's neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin, forcing on bite marks wanting your teeth printed on him, goodness.

The tip of your tongue is moving all around his neck, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the moment and make him feel good about himself.

"Jon.. more.. I need help" you whimpered to him as you felt the tighten in his pants as you looked into his sparkling eyes.

"Yeah.. okay-sorry mm!" He answered quickly and softly between kisses, as you pressing your core against his problem.

There's no room for you guys to be embarrassed by your need, beside Argyle who was high as a kite.

"Fffff-fuvk!" The quiet squeak is just about all Jonathan can manage to let out, his hands settling tightly onto the hips of your body.

He's not helping at all, he realizes. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length.

You are.

He's babbling trying to help and bounce back and help you, but nothing is working the groans from him is getting loud as his moans are slowly escaping.

Head into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending movement pleasantly, he's not even inside you but is going crazy.

Is it the weed, the purple palm tree delight?

If you were to asked Argyle I'd tell you "Yeah my dude.. His been wanting to fuck you while his high" You'd be surprise at this thought as well.

Jonathan was different now, maybe from lack of sex, or lack of being around you or even from the weed and meeting Argyle,

You won't the only sub in the bedroom anymore, you both were.. you rocked you hips more and more, grinding fast and quick just as you were panting but kept telling yourself to go on.

"Jon!!" you whimpered, "I don't think I can keep going.. ffff'please... help"

He kissed your neck before gripping you hip more, pushing it against himself as he met you between the thrusts and crotch grinding together.

"Hold on.. fa'me please-holy shit!" He moaned as he tried to finish the sentence but your hands were now onto his shoulder as you both.

You both quicken the thrusting more and more, faster and faster just as you both were babbling like crazy.

Foreheads press against one and other, teary eyes as one of you let the first tear leak out and pour out of your eyes as you were looking deeply into each other legs holding onto each other tightly as hell.

"I ahhAh~! Need... haaa'need you Jonnn!" you moaned into the open mouth kissed you were giving each others.

"I knowwww haaa~!" he moaned back.

Jesus knows you both couldn't handle that but you can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of both of your bodies.

Jonathan thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against his and meets you half way, it was only successful for a while, a short while.

Rocking, thrusting and grinding back and forth over and over, panting babbling to either.

Thinking they are both tight up but no..no, they aren't really hasn't.

"Ang-angel! You gotta stop.. I can't- fffffucking bullshit!" He babbled up to you rubbing his hand upon your waist to your hips and squeezing.

"No-J.. please!" you whimpered and babble, "Need..need need you.. I need!"

"No-nooo baby-honey I can't go on.. s'stop-" Jonathan begins but it's too late, everything is coming down, quicker then he thought.

Pleasure pile up, adding all together as the base of his spine, holding each other even close as you both cum

His splattering against the inside of his loose jean bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and while babbling and whimper up a bunch of moans.

"Bubba~ haaa- oh god please!" both of you moaning and whimper as you tried and tried to form a sentences, as he just placed open mouthed kissing upon your kisses.

As you bodies collapse onto each other, hips still rocking as Jonathan is cumming more, "I love you haaa.. I love you so much dimples."

"Ahh~ I love you moreee! I swear.. please I don't think I can stop aaAhh~ byres~!" you babbled to him panting and holding onto him tight like as you can feel the wet spot leaking through your panties and right through your shorts.

You lifted up a little just as Jonathan let out a laugh and cupped your clothed pussy, "You leaking.."

Just as you look down see the white substance dipping with the in between your thighs, pushing your head into your hands as you whimper form being sensitive and embarrassed at the same time.

"No need baby, come on I'll clean it up." he whispered in your ear as he pushed you so your back was against the seat and he was above you, kissing you heavenly.

You brushed your hand into his hair as he pulled his pants down exposing his high leak of cum and wet boxers,

"Jesus, look what you do to me Y/N."

_________

JS A FEW MORE @/S FOR THE TAGLIST; REQUESTS ARE OPEN, AND IF YOU REQUESTED SOMETHING ILL GET TO IT SOON DON'T THINK IM IGNORING YOU. IM MAKING PLANS FOR THE MILF!BLACK!READER x DACRE MONTGOMERY BC I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I JUST DONT KNOW IF I WANNA TO FRAT-BOY DACRE OR YK. FOR MORE DAD!HENRY CAVIL JS REQUEST I NEED SOME IDEAS OF WHAT TO DO YOU KNOW, BUT IF THEIR ANY HENRY/CHRIS X READ IDEAS LMK.

ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

[crepesuzette2023]

As the most infamous fic reccomender do you have anything which will get me out of this depressive pit I've recently fallen into? Something like 'I need you darlin' where its like a well-rounded full story of them falling for each other.

As someone who's familiar with "the long, dark tea-time of the soul," I'll do my best!

The I Need You Darlin' verse (@beatlessideblog) is definitely my go-to as well when I'm stranded on the emotional equivalent of wherever that was where they filmed The Terror, so we share that love. :-)

Many of my comfort reads are on the shorter side: smutty or humorous one shots, but your ask for well rounded stories made me think of these longer fics, too. Hopefully some of these spark joy:

Weddings (@ohjohnnysblog). John and Paul get married in their hearts in Paris '61, and before the law in 2014. They go through many ups and downs, but it all ends well.

I also enjoy 5 Thomas Lane (@chut-je-dors): Modern AU in which John and Paul are married dads. This one is more of a collection of long, one-shot chapters set in the same world rather than a fic with an overarching plot, so perfect for coming back to. The extra Phone Sex is a hot and funny. And check out this art!

A story I keep thinking about is Whatever Fate Decrees (@dailyhowl). John and Paul are an artist and musician, respectively, but still find each other. Lots and lots of pining, but a happy ending, I promise...and Brian lives! <3

Beautiful and so hot my dignity doesn't stand a chance: always, no sometimes (@stonedlennon). Private moments with John and Paul during the lead-up to Sgt. Pepper's.

Suffer Fools Gladly (@aquarianshift): John and Paul through the Beatles years. Four times they almost kissed, and one time they did. One of my favorite endings: zucchini-bread-bearing Lesbians ex machina!

Can You Still Love Me Tomorrow (@imaginebeatles). It's a sweet, romantic Christmas story, but lovely in any season. Modern/fake dating AU. Note the 'slutty!Paul' tag.

And here is a story-in-miniatures: Three lovely vignettes of young J&P through Mike McCartney's eyes, by thinkpink20: Sunday Morning, Boys, Interrupted, and Sleepless in Wales. Bonus: The Photograph, in which John gets to thinking after seeing one of Mike's portraits of Paul.

This is on the short side, but so comforting: Paul and John take a bath in Hamburg! (after bombardment, sonya, by inherownwrite)

Other comfort-/'satisfying my urgent need to laugh my ass off'- stories:

You Might Well Arsk (snugglesweaters). Barista John and student Paul strike up an email correspondence. One thing leads to the next...

Paul's Got John's Thigh, And He's Not Letting Go! (@waveofahand). Press conference shenanigans.

Fixing A Hole: Beatles Songs Scientifically Sorted In Order Of Gayness (@chut-je-dors, @imaginebeatles). Just gimme some truth.

[ashwhowrites]

Punishing Chrissy by splitting her open with your strap?? Please and thank you!

Ps I love your writing!

Before my partner and I got together, you will not believe how many times I've thought about something like this. I truly think Chrissy would look gorgeous taking (my) a thick strap and definitely during a punishment.

Ps thank you so much! 🥹

I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Dom reader ( use of strap, Chrissy likes to be embarrassed and belittled)

~~~

Y/N knew by dating the head cheerleader that many boys would drool over Chrissy. That ex-boyfriend like Jason Carver would stop at nothing to win her back. Any boy she gave slight attention to would become obsessed with her in seconds, like Eddie Munson. Then there were young boys, like Dustin and Mike, experiencing love for the first time but didn't exactly hold a threat.

Everywhere Y/N turned, she'd walk into a pit of hormonal boys that wanted to be under Chrissy's skirt. It didn't help that Chrissy was an angel. A perfect golden child with a bright smile that made everyone weak. It didn't help that she was so lovely to everyone. It was impossible not to fall at her feet. But Chrissy didn't see the desire in all the boys' eyes, she just thought everyone wanted to be friends. And Y/N hated that.

~~~

"Hey so Eddie needs help with some science, is it okay if I come over later than we planned? Just like by an hour? Your parents are still gone, yeah?" Chrissy asked, her blue eyes looking apologetic, but a sweet smile on her lips.

Y/N groaned, that was an hour less she got to spend time with her girlfriend. And with her parents gone, she and Chrissy had quite the night planned.

"Yeah that's fine Chris, but I might start without you if you keep me waiting." Y/N winked, pecking Chrissy's cheek as she walked away. Making sure she swayed her hips a little extra to tease the poor cheerleader.

"HEY! NO" Chrissy shouted after her. Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy against the locker, a pout on her face.

Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss.

~~~

Chrissy wasn't paying any attention to Eddie and she felt horrible. She tried so hard to teach the boy the lesson but her head was stuck on the idea of her girlfriend touching herself. Y/N didn't have patience when she got horny. It was either help her when she asked or she would it herself and make Chrissy watch. And Chrissy did not want to just watch.

"Okay Eddie, I really need to go," she said quickly, standing up and collecting all her books.

"but you said until six, that's still half an hour," Eddie said confused, he needed the help but also wanted to spend time with her.

Chrissy looked at his sad eyes and felt the guilt on her shoulders.

"You're right. Let's try again but I really need to leave at six."

Eddie nodded and smiled as she sat back down.

~~~

Chrissy was panicking, Eddie offered to drive her but his van didn't seem to want to do the work.

"Eddie, I can just call someone," Chrissy suggested, Eddie continued to look under the hood of his van.

The clock is getting extremely close to ten minutes after six. She had until six-thirty to get to her girlfriends or her night would be miserable.

"It's okay! It's working" Eddie cheered.

They both got in the car, Chrissy telling him the directions to Y/N's house.

"Are you two having a sleepover?" Eddie asked turning out of the school parking lot.

"yeah, something like that," Chrissy said, playing with her fingers as she stared at the tiny watch on Eddie's wrist.

"Oh, that's fun. What type of girly things are you guys going to do? Paint each other's nails and talk about boys?" Eddie laughed.

"We don't really care to talk about boys" Chrissy joked, she knew that Eddie had no idea Y/N was her girlfriend and sadly it wasn't something Chrissy could come out and say whenever she wanted.

"Are you and Jason going to get back together? I know he's been talking about it." Eddie said, trying to dig for information for himself.

"Absolutely not. Done with him" Chrissy snapped, even his name made her blood boil. She can't believe she was that dumb to like him, even love him.

That relationship taught her many things and the main thing was that the way he treated her was nothing compared to what Y/N offers. Chrissy thought relationships were one-sided, she felt she had to deserve sweet things like flowers and dates. She thought there was nothing anyone would love about her once they got past the cheerleading exterior. But Y/N showed her so much more than that. Chrissy learned to love parts of herself she didn't think was possible.

And now thinking about her just made Chrissy want to be with her even more.

"Okay well, you are here and right on time!" Eddie cheered, Chrissy smiled and yanked off her seat buckle. She was getting ready to tear open the door when Eddie touched her arm.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sure Y/N won't care, it'll just be a minute."

Chrissy went back and forth in her head. A minute wasn't long, but a minute in Y/N's world was a minute too long.

As Chrissy battled in her head, Eddie used it as an opportunity to speak.

"Would you want to go on a date this weekend? Go see a movie at the theater?" Eddie suggested.

Chrissy didn't want to ever hear him ask that question, because now she had to reject him and hurt his feelings.

"I'm not looking for anything like that, I'd just like to be friends." She said, finally making her way out of the car.

She didn't bother to hear his response, racing into Y/N's house.

"I'M HERE. I AM SO SORRY." She yelled, running up the stairs and heading for the bedroom.

"You are late, princess," Y/N smirked from her spot on the bed. From what Chrissy could tell, she hasn't started without her. Fully clothed, flipping through a magazine as she laid on her stomach.

"Just by a little," Chrissy whined. Y/N's eyebrow quirked up at the sound of Chrissy's whining.

"Well, I already knew you would be late, I finished like ten minutes ago." Y/N shrugged, no regret on her face.

"That's not fair! You didn't give me a chance. What if I did show up on time? " Chrissy argued, crossing her arms. Her attitude was revealing, another thing Y/N didn't like.

"Well you didn't so we don't have to play that game." Chrissy was growing annoyed at Y/N's responses.

"Well, do you even want me here? I mean Jesus, I might as well stayed with Eddie." Chrissy snapped. Y/N's eyes hardened in seconds, the magazine being tossed to the floor.

"Oh? Is Eddie worth more of your time?" Y/N tested, slowly rising up on the bed, and kneeling on her knees as her challenge hung in the air.

"No," Chrissy said immediately, the anticipation of what Y/N could be thinking was making Chrissy clench her thighs.

"No, no. I don't think that's what you said." Y/N clicked her tongue, moving off of her bed to stand. Walking slowly to Chrissy's nervous frame.

"I didn't mean it." Chrissy gulped hard, her eyes watching Y/N's every move.

"So are we just saying things we don't mean for fun? Let me try, I wasn't planning on you fucking me. I planned to fuck you like the cock slut you are." Y/N mocked, turning her head to the side to show fake pity.

Chrissy moaned at her words. Already feeling a wet patch growing in her underwear. "Will you, please?" Chrissy begged.

Y/N laughed at the girl, shaking her head as she cupped Chrissy's jaw. "I didn't mean it."

Chrissy felt like she could cry. She was so turned on, so desperate, and she felt stuck. She wasn't sure what the right answer was.

"I'm sorry. Please, I want to be good." Chrissy pleaded, slowly dropping down to her knees as she looked up through her eyelashes.

"Yeah? Tell me, did he make a move on you?" Y/N asked, her touch returning to Chrissy's jaw. Holding her head in place.

"Um yes ma'am, he asked me out on a date." Chrissy squeaked out. Trying to keep her breath steady when Y/N's touch squeezed her jaw.

Y/N smirked, a chuckle leaving her lips. "Not surprised, where to? Where did he think he was going to take my pretty girl to?"

"Movies." Chrissy replied, keeping it short and straight to the point.

Y/N felt the jealousy burning through her veins. Imagines of Eddie's slimy hands working their way under Chrissy's skirt in a dark theater. She knew exactly what Eddie wanted.

"Strip and get on the bed " Y/N demanded. Stepping back to give the girl space to stand.

Chrissy nodded immediately, rising to her feet and yanking off her cheerleading uniform. Hickeys from past nights lingered around her upper thighs. Y/N licked her lips as Chrissy removed her bra, her small tits bare to the cold air. Her nipples hardened immediately. Chrissy took off her underwear, walking past her girlfriend as she made it to the bed.

"Such a good girl. Lay on your back and show me your pretty pussy." Y/N ordered, feeling herself grow aroused as Chrissy's legs spread open. Wetness sliding down on to the sheets below.

Chrissy felt shy underneath her girlfriend's stare but knew better than to hide herself away. Allowing Y/N to soak her in.

She watched as Y/N reached under her bed, grabbing out Chrissy's favorite strap. Chrissy clenched at the sight of it. Always loving the way Y/N fucked her with her cock.

Y/N removed her clothes, standing naked as she called Chrissy up with her finger. "You want my cock? Get it ready."

Chrissy nodded, sitting up and putting the strap on her girlfriend. Pressing soft kisses to her stomach as she strapped it on Y/N.

Leaning back once it was on. Watching as Y/N lubed up her cock, Chrissy could feel herself throbbing.

"God you are so fucking hot." Chrissy purred.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty pussy." Y/N practically growled, Chrissy barely had time to react before the tip of Y/N's cock was sliding into her.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking big." Chrissy whined. She could feel her walls stretching open to take in her girlfriend's cock.

"Way bigger than that freak will ever be." Y/N said, using her hands to hold on to Chrissy's hips, pushing herself fully into Chrissy's cunt.

Chrissy screamed as Y/N didn't bother to be gentle. The second her cock was fully in, she was sliding it back out. Just to pound into Chrissy all over again. A fast pace, hitting every part of Chrissy's cunt, and hitting it hard.

"I...fuck...I" Chrissy tried to speak but everything came out in broken moans. Y/N would never admit it, but Chrissy knew she loved claiming her more than anything. Something Y/N couldn't ever do unless it was within an empty room. Whenever she had the chance to remind Chrissy exactly why Y/N will always be the best Chrissy has ever had, she proved her point until Chrissy was sore and her cunt was used until it quit.

"Should I go slower so you can get your pathetic words out?" Y/N teased, changing her pace to go slower. Sliding in and out of Chrissy's cunt, her wetness covered Y/N' cock. Y/N could see how wet her cock was when she pulled out, leaving just the tip in.

"No, no. Alllllll." Chrissy moaned, trying to push her hips to take in Y/N's cock.

"But you can't even speak. How embarrassing for you. I slow down to help you out but all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock. Chrissy felt embarrassed by Y/N's words but she couldn't deny how close she was just from the words alone.

Y/N took pity on her, pushing her hips against Chrissy's and burying her cock all the way in. "I know exactly why he wanted to go to a movie theater."

Chrissy could hear her girlfriend's voice, but her brain wasn't comprehending any of it. Just the sound waves hitting her ears. The feeling of Y/N's cock deep in her, and the slow circles Y/N began to rub on her clit. She was seeing stars, shapes, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not.

"Bet he wanted it to be nice and dark," Chrissy gasped as Y/N did one hard thrust. "So no one could see when his hand slipped up your thigh," another hard thrust. The circles on Chrissy's clit went faster. "I bet he'd tease your slutty hole, tease those pretty lips before using one finger to feel how wet you are." Another hard thrust, the orgasm was building in Chrissy's stomach.

"Probably thinks he'd know just how to finger you, hit the right spot," she grunted, hitting the exact spot that made Chrissy scream. "Like that? He would think it would be so easy to make you fall apart. He doesn't know anything."

"Close." Chrissy managed to get out. Her fingers scratching down Y/N's back. Hooking her legs together around Y/N's waist, keeping her locked against her.

"Yeah? You gonna be my good girl and cum? Soak my cock? Isn't this so much better than being with him?" Y/N mocked, her tone was harsh and demanding, something Chrissy loved hearing. Loved being put in her place, loved being fucked when she was wrong.

"God, yes! So.... much better. Love... when ....shit shit...you fuck me." Chrissy panted. Y/N admired the way Chrissy's tits bounced with every thrust. The way her mouth opened when Y/N pinched her clit. The way Chrissy's hand moved down their bodies, her fingertips holding herself open as Y/N pounded into her.

Y/N rubbed Chrissy's clit faster, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Using her free hand to trail up to Chrissy's neck. Wrapping her hand around her throat, the vibrations of Chrissy's moans hitting her hand.

"Cum for me." Y/N demanded, tightening her grip on Chrissy's throat, rubbing her clit as fast as she could while keeping it in a rhythm. Chrissy squeaked as she rocked her hips into Y/N. Moaning and screaming as she felt herself clench around Y/N's cock.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuckkkkk" Chrissy panted as she came. Squirting all over Y/N's cock and fingers. Soaking the sheets below. Feeling her own body being covered in herself. Her skin turned red, knowing the mess she made.

"Oh look at that." Y/N teased, slowly removing her cock, using the tip to collect more of the mess Chrissy made and pushing it back in. She loved the way Chrissy's cunt kept trying to push her back out.

"Such a mess you made. Making a mess of my cock, of my sheets, and even yourself." Y/N continued to tease. Removing the strap completely, stepping back to take Chrissy's used body melting into the sheets.

No man had anything on her.

[tadahoni]

A House in Nebraska

movie! Mike Schmidt x f! reader

part one

synopsis: After the events of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Mike decides it's time for a change. Whether that means just a visit to Nebraska or fully uprooting him and Abby to move back home could possibly be a decision that rests in your hands.

warnings: (kinda?) angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers trope, mentions of loss, emotional vulnerability, not FNAF lore accurate, not proof-read

A/N: omg hey guys, I know I haven't written in eons, but I just went through a major depressive episode, and Ethel Cain has been helping me a lot through it. So when the Five Nights at Freddy's movie came out and a whole Nebraska plot point was introduced, I just. (╯°□°)╯( ┻━┻. So enjoy! I might continue with more chapters if y'all enjoy it :3

It was hard for Mike, to return back to the little town after so many years. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but when would he be? After learning about what really happened to Garrett and getting back on his feet after the whole pizzeria incident, he wanted a fresh start. Besides, he wanted to make sure Abby was safe. He was older and smarter, and definitely more aware, so if he was going to do anything in Nebraska, it was making sure that he didn’t make the same mistake with her that he did so many years ago. 

It wasn’t official. Of course, Mike couldn’t uproot their entire lives and cause another stressful event after the duo had just endured one of the most traumatic times of their lives. But after getting closure on his brother’s disappearance and working on himself in therapy (per Vanessa’s recommendation), Mike felt ready to visit the old town he grew up in. Whether he moved here or not was still up in the air.

The old diner he used to frequent as a kid was still intact, and since Abby had been begging for a hot dog since their arrival, Mike thought it was time to make a pit stop for lunch.

Upon entering the rinky-dink diner, the familiar bell jingled above him and the two were seated by a middle-aged woman. She set two menus on the table, and she talked about whatever specials the diner had that day. Her raspy smoker’s voice became mere background noise as Mike scanned the restaurant, the memories flooding in. He remembered celebrating a friend’s birthday in the corner by the exit, and a family dinner in another booth by the bathroom. It was all bittersweet, maybe a bit too much. Overwhelmed, he contemplated getting the order to go so he could book it out as fast as possible until his eyes landed on you.

Everything in this town was still a blur to Mike, so he wasn’t sure if it was a figment of his imagination or if he actually saw you. The diner’s old uniform suited you really well, considering how aged it was. Your hair was pulled in the messy sock bun that the other waitresses sported as well, and Mike would have brushed your presence off as something we were imagining if it weren’t for the way your eyebrows furrowed at the cash register; the same way they did when you were both young, when you would concentrate on your homework or a video game you were both playing.

Mike was brought out of his trance as the woman seating him and Abby coughed up a lung, then spoke “Y/n will be with you shortly.”

The feeling of enchantment that Mike was feeling suddenly turned to pure terror. He was fine looking at you from afar and wondering if it was you behind that counter. But now he knew it was, in fact, you. And he was going to talk to you.

Mike felt guilty- he hadn’t contacted you in over ten years. You probably didn’t even know about Abby. He couldn’t do anything about it now- the raspy-voiced woman had already made her way over to you, nodding towards the table and walking away. He barely had time to prepare as your gaze met his. 

It was like a bomb went off in his chest the way Mike’s heart started pounding. You didn’t seem to recognize him immediately, but there was definitely a twinge of recognition behind your eyes.

As you approached, Mike was sure that digging his head in his menu was the best course of action. However, upon peeking over the top of it, he realized that he had forgotten one crucial detail:

Abby was smart, and judging by the way she was staring at her older brother, she had absolutely figured out that something was wrong. 

Before Mike could even mouth anything to the 10-year-old, you had already approached the table.

“Welcome to The Red Brick Diner, can I take your-”

“Mike was looking at you. Do you know him?”

Dammit, Abby. After casting a warning glance at his smug-faced little sister, Mike peered over the menu at you. 

This time he was absolutely sure it was you. Despite being several years older, he could still see the youth in your eyes and the same curve in your lips when you smiled. 

“Mike Schmidt?” you greeted him warmly, your smile curling to its full potential. “I thought that was you! I haven’t heard from you in years!”

Nervous energy coursed through Mike’s body, and he was almost certain he forgot to breathe. Here he was, sitting right in front of his childhood best friend, someone he hadn’t spoken to in a decade, and he had no idea how to even say hello. But he managed.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He chuckled, a weak smile making its way to his mouth. A little sneaker kicked his shin, and he jumped before glaring at the offender.

“Right. This is my little sister, Abby. Abby, this is (y/n), she was really good friends with me and.. Yeah.”

Everyone knew what happened to Garrett, it wasn’t a big town by any means. But everyone knew better than to bring it up, and Mike was relieved when you brushed off his slip of the tongue and held out your hand to shake Abby’s hand. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Abby,” you beamed, and all of a sudden the confidence Abby had just moments before to completely freak Mike out was gone and she shyly reciprocated. You turned back to Mike and pulled out the notepad from your apron, clicking the pen that was already in your hand. “Here, I’ll take your orders and give them to the chef, then I can come back and we can catch up,” you spoke before pausing and looking back up at Mike. “...if that’s okay with you?”

Now, Mike already knew the answer to this question was “yes.” However, with the influx of emotions and memories that had plagued his brain, his thoughts were muddled, and the simple task of speaking was now ten times harder. “Uh… yea! Yes, that’s gr- good! That’s great! Yea.. I’d like that.”

You smiled and took the order, and before you left the table to put in orders, Mike was met with another shin kick. Abby looked at him, miming a scribble on the table. Wondering where her sudden shyness came from, Mike looked at you once more. “Do you happen to have a kids' menu? Like one of the stupid sheets with the crayons?” “They’re not stupid Mike!”

You laughed out loud at the sibling back-and-forth, and Mike felt his heart leap at the familiarity of the sound. 

“We do, I’ll bring one back with me when I come back,” you replied, writing one more thing down on her notepad before making her way back to the kitchen.

Mike, watching you leave, took a deep breath. He didn’t know what to expect, and he certainly was worried whether this would affect his decision to move here. But he had to do one thing before his mind was filled with thoughts of you.

“Ow! Mike!”

“Don’t dish it if you can’t take it, Abs.”

[lokisivy]

Look what you made me do - Eddie Munson

(Part 4)

Warnings: cursing, Henderson reader.

Since yesterday night, eddie hasn't talked to you, and you guys shared some classes he was being cold your starting to regret last night. you went to talk to Robin during lunch. Just quick chat before you head to your tables.

"You actually had sex with him?" Robin said, surprised.

"Yes, I did, Robin, and he hasn't said anything since, and I'm sure that he wasn't having a bad time," you said sadness laced in your tone.

"Men are horrible, but whatever happens, don't show weakness to him, act like you dont care, he is trying to get to you." she instructed you. you nod. "I have to go to my band," she says "Okay see you later."

While you had your conversation with Robin Eddie and his club, it had their own discussion about you.

...

"Honestly, Eddie, why didn't you kick her out yet I know she is good at DnD, but we have Mike and Dustin now," Gareth said.

"Yeah It is like you gone soft for her ever since she joined." Jeff agreed with Gareth.

"I haven't gone soft she isn't even that hot for me to fuck around with" Eddie lied. He enjoyed last night very much, but he thinks that he might ruin the dark, scary image he built throughout the years with everyone. If he becomes soft towards you, he'll even his friends have noticed already.

"Now shut up she is coming with her brother." Eddie silenced them

during lunch, you felt very unwelcomed it's like everyone was trying to kick you out slowly. You never felt that in the past year, but now it's different. Eddie never meant what he said to the guys at the table. god, he couldn't even stop thinking about the other night he never liked someone enough to get scared like that. His childhood taught him never to show emotion, so he never did he thinks that hiding it makes life easier, but it is not his not doing anyone a favour.

...

"If you have something to say to me, Eddie says it to my face," you said, throwing your tiny action figure on the board, standing up, leaning on the table towards eddie. he has been throwing indirect insults the entire game at you.

"You address me as Kas in the game Lady Silverhand." He yells

"Suck my dick, Munson."

"You would love that wouldn't you," he smirks

"Fuck you Eddie you want to tell me something or coward away?" You said impling about the other night.

"I have nothing to tell you y/n you're just a random chick who can't even play properly. Maybe you should join something suitable more for your gender." He said venomously, laughing

everyone was looking at you Dustin was shocked he looked at you with pity. your brother who looked up to you pitted you.

"And you're just a drug junky who has been repeating senior year for the past 2 years" you scoffed.

"Get out! " he yelled.

"Go playing your stupid little games." You take off your hellfire shirt and throw it at him, leaving flipping them off. You had a sports bra on that covered up a lot.

you left the room to go to the gym. Most clubs and practices happen after school. Eddie was never rude to you, and now he kicked you out of hellfire just after you both had sex.

You had sought revenge. You had a plan in mind. You knew what would happen if you did not act on it

I enter the gym, interpreting the cheerleaders. "chrisy can speak to you alone," you called out for Chrissy.

she aproched you leading you outside the gymnaism "is everything okay?" she asked.

"i wanna be a cheerleader."

"WHAT!!!" She said superised

"I know, but Chrisy, you're the cap, and i am done with hellfire. I'm so tired of Eddie Munson. i just want to join Cheer again." You pled.

Chrisy and I go way back she helped me join during sophomore year, but it was exuasting, so when Dustin asked me to join Hellfire, I left now I'm doing it for revenge Eddie will get more attention now that you left or got kicked out... Rumours will start they basketball team will give hell.

"ï dont know y/n i need to know if you're serious," She said

"I am very serious cheer looks better on college applications than fucking Eddie's Cult." I said venomously.

"I'm only gonna say yes because you, my friend, since childhood, but Y/N, I can't help you if fuck it up again."

"Oh my god, thank you so much Chrisy you won't regret it, I promise." I said happily

"Now go put on your outfit. we still have 3 hours of practice." She said, leading me to the changing room handing me my outfit again.

I put it on and look in the mirror. I look so pretty.

Oh Eddie, look what you made me do...

[hournites]

3 and 11 for the injury prompt 🫶🏻

Scolding them for their reckless actions, while they look at you, smiling softly

"I don't know it was just... there when I woke up" || "...That's the best excuse you can come up with?"

~.~

"Where's Rick?"

Beth sighed, clicking her tongue. Without looking up from her homework, she knew that everyone in the Pit Stop was looking over at her. If Rick was going to be texting or calling anyone, it was going to be her. "I don't know," she said for the third time that morning.

She'd learned to accept that her boyfriend wasn't exactly the most reliable with punctuality. He tried to make meetings on time, and to be fair, lived the furthest away from the city, so Beth liked to cut him some greater slack than the rest of their friends. She had texted him a while back and was waiting for a reply. He almost always answered when there was an emergency (not that their Saturday morning JSA meeting was an emergency) but Rick wasn't exactly attached to the hip with his iPhone like the rest of them.

But he had texted her good morning, showing signs of life, which was all she really needed. Beth wasn't worried yet, but the expectations that Beth should know Rick's whereabouts at all times ("can't you just track his phone?" "I'm his girlfriend, not his mother") was starting to wear her thin.

"Rick will get here when he gets here. We can just get started without him."

"Maybe he's boycotting," Yolanda suggested. "On account we're deciding about whether or not Cameron gets a seat on the JSA and all."

Courtney didn't like that idea. "You think he'd just skip like that? Wouldn't he rather have that argument in person?"

They all turned to Beth again.

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes lightly. "What now?"

"Did Rick mention anything about boycotting this meeting to you?"

"No. That would be silly, Rick wouldn't boycott a JSA meeting," she said with air quotes. "I'm sure if we just get this meeting started, he'll show up like he always does."

"Alright," Pat agreed, taking Beth's advice. He wiped his hands with a rag in his work overalls, pulling up a stool. Yolanda, Courtney, Beth, Artemis, Jakeem, Mike and Cindy congregated around him.

"Now," Pat started. "I hereby start our formal team meeting on the matter of Cameron Mahkent's potential placement in the Society." He glanced around the room. "Uh, I can't recall how this was done in the old days, considering I was never allowed in the room when a new member was introduced. Come to mention, I don't think we had any new members come in one by one in that sort of fashion." He chuckled. "We all sort of emerged out of nowhere to form our group."

Courtney gestured her hand in a circle, urging Pat to speed this up.

He caught the signal and cleared his throat. "Uh, right," he said. "Let's do a round table and hash out all the pros and cons."

Courtney raised her hand first, to the surprise of nobody. "Uh, let's start with Jakeem," Pat said, smoothly ignoring her.

Jakeem, who had come prepared with notes, bless him, flipped to the right page in his cheetah patterned binder. "Thanks Mr. Dugan. I'd like to voice that while I do not personally know Cameron, I'd like to remind everyone on behalf of my best friend Mike, that their history is kind of on the yikes side, considering Cameron knows that Mike kinda killed his old man and all...that might be a bit awkward for us Young-All Stars to adjust with his presence."

Artemis choked on a laugh.

"Is something funny?" Pat questioned.

"No, no," Artemis shook her head, her sleek ponytail swishing behind her. "Go right on ahead, Jakeem."

"Pat, I don't think that's fair," Courtney interrupted. "First of all, Mike didn't actually kill Jordan, so it's not like it's all that bad-"

"I'd disagree," Mike muttered under his breath.

"And he said he doesn't even know Cameron personally, so, no offence Jakeem, I don't think his points count for a whole lot, like I said no offence."

"Wow. This is stupid." Cindy stood up from her stool. "Yes or no, I don't care. Call me when you've got it figured out, kay?"

Beth frowned in her seat, turning to watch Cindy go out through the front doors. Rick slipped in just as Cindy left, but instead of joining their circle, he stayed along the shadowed wall, turning a corner to Pat's workroom without catching anyone else's attention.

"Excuse me, I have to use the ladies room," Beth lied, using her go to. Don't be suspicious, she told herself, slowing her pace to the workroom as her friends continued to argue over Cameron Mahkent. When she got to the heavy grey door, she knocked.

"Rick?" she whispered.

"…Um,” he replied, obviously caught. “Yeah?”

She snuck in, closing the door quietly behind her. Rick stood over the dirty sink, soaking one of Pat's clean rags under the trickling water. She looked up at his face, alarmed to see purple swelling under his eye.

"Hey," she tutted softly, taking the wet rag from his hand to help him. He hissed when she dabbed underneath his eye. What he needed was ice, but there wasn’t a fridge here. There wasn't a lot of blood, but she could tell it was fresh with the way his eyelid puffed. "What happened?"

"I don't know, it was just...there when I woke up?"

Beth found an uneven metal chair and pulled on his shirt to get him to sit down. She tilted his chin up, bringing him face to face with her dissatisfaction. "...That's the best excuse you can come up with?"

Beth thought of Yolanda's words a while ago when she studied Rick's black eye. "It was Cameron, wasn't it?"

His shoulders sagged. "I know you're mad.”

"I'm mad," she agreed, but this wasn’t their typical post-brawl confrontation. He looked more than a little put in his place already, and what more, Beth knew Rick’s hourglass sat unused in her mother’s locked drawer at home. "But you’re not all snappy like you usually are after a fight so I’m willing to hear what you’ve got to say. I thought you two had a truce?"

Rick laughed bitterly. "Some truce. I drove past him on Main Street staring at the mural. He seemed agitated so I told him I'd wreck the mural if he wanted me to." Rick rolled his eyes. "I don't know, thought it would help. Guess that was stupid of me."

"Well that doesn't sound very unreasonable, but I don't think wrecking public property would be the way to go."

"Well..."

She arched a patient brow. "Well?"

"I might've added a few choice words that riled him up?"

She sighed. "That would do it. What state is Cameron in?"

His mouth twisted in distaste. "I didn't fight back, hence the..." He gestured at his eye. "...I know this isn't saying much coming from me, but I really don't think he's fit for..."

"The JSA? No, I don't think so either," she said. "Not now, at least. I think he needs time to come to terms with the situation before we throw him into more dangerous fights. Have any of us ever ask if he wanted to join the JSA?”

Beth raised Rick's face, tucking her finger underneath his chin, looking at his swollen eye. "We can't go out to the team with you looking like this. It'll skew the results." She looked over her shoulder, well-aware that the team must be wondering what mistake Beth had for breakfast to be in the bathroom so long. "I’d say no more fights, but that feels like a long shot. Just don’t poke the bear next time, hmm?"

A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth, his hazel eyes soft with affection. Even if the lighting in the back of this garage was dark and dingy, and the bruises blackening Rick’s cheekbone were ugly, Beth thought Rick looked rather beautiful in her eyes.

"Yes, doc."

She bent down and bestowed a gentle kiss. Behind them, an explosion of arguments broke out. Beth sighed as Rick stared up at the ceiling. When it didn’t die down, they shared a look.

“Time to sneak out?"

He stood up and offered his hand, pulling her through the way they came to leave the Pit Stop. “Thought you’d never ask.”

[and-stir-the-stars]

Saffron pawn au playlist

Unfortunately i don't know a lot of songs that would be relevant in the time period SP takes place, so this is more filled with modern songs; a separate playlist with time relevant songs may or may not be made at a later date

Shots by Imagine Dragons. The idea of feeling like you destroyed someone you love and are fated to do nothing but destroy everything around you is ofc very Mike coded

Super Bass by Nicki Minaj bc imagining Evan teasing Mike with the lyric "you know how i feel about American guys,, SIGH" is SO FUCKING FUNNY IDC

Talkin In Your Sleep, for Discord reasons

the Tornado bc... idk actually. I just randomly thought of Ev being a paper boy while listening to this song once and it got Permanently Engrained in my head, okay

Love Love Love by of Monsters and Men. It's an aro/loveless song, and while the song is meant to be about romantic love, I feel it can work decently well for familial love as well. "You love when you know I can't love (you)" just makes me think of Evan and his complicated feeling about Mike and the knowledge that Mike genuinely loves him now of all the times when Ev needed it in the past.

Animal I Have Become, bc ofc a saffron pawn playlist is going to need a generic and overplayed song about being turned into a monster, okay. Duh. I don't make the rules. Song also can work well for both Ev and Mike's perspectives

Goofy Goober Rock bc Evan likes Spongebob. Duh.

Hold My Hand by Sam Burchfield. Mostly here for the vibes; there's something about the longing for someone to care and for things to be okay in the end. I think about Ev playing this on piano and Ev and Mike singing the lyrics together a lot.

i Hate Everything About You. Again, we need generic overplayed songs that represent Ev and Mike's hatred of Will, okay (another song meant as a love song but I'm not viewing it that way, shush). Also works well (in some lyrics but mostly just the vibes) from the perspective of early days after Mike gets custody of Evan, when Evan still wants to hate Mike but is confused and isolated at the realization that Will never loved him, and Ev is searching for something to fill the void that leaves.

Barking at the Moon, by Jenny Lewis. Here for the vibes about being able to start a new, happy life with someone you care about. Let the saffron boys be happy :((

Make Me a Hero by DHeusta. The song is literally Mike Afton POV anyway, and the theme of Mike wanting to make up for what he did by trying to keep someone (Evan) safe is ofc relavent to the au. "Make me a hero because I might be afraid of the night I'm trying to brave" hits for Saff mike

Monster by Imagine Dragons, blah blah blah both Ev and Mike feel like monsters

Motion Sicknesses. "I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid." Evan's feelings abt Mike after Mike left him behind

My Blood by 21 pilots. Smth about 2 brothers swearing to be there for each other just hits. Smth smth Mike saying he's going to be there for evan and will never give up on evan no matter what, but also... evan saying "you don't need to run (anymore)" back.

Strangers like Me from Tarzan. Just makes me think of evan struggling to Understand that other people are "like him", but really wanting to engage with other people and learn more about them yet not knowing how. Once he starts being able to not repress everything about himself or respond immediately to others with venom, he's able to see other people and their struggles and their beauty in their humanity, but he feels forever held apart from it all bc of what he went through/ what he did.

Stronger Than You from Steven Universe. First off, it's about two people having a strong connection. "This is us, back together, and we're never going down at the hands of the likes of you (William/Henry/whoever) because we're so much better." This is Mike and Evan accepting each other and saying "fuck you" to all the forces that have tried to tear them apart, pit them against each other, and wear them down. "Go ahead and try and hit me if you're able. Can't you see that my relationship is stable? I can see you hate the way we intermingle."

Every Teardrop A Waterfall by Coldplay. Id an Evan song in general but is esp relevant to Saffron Ev, who has a passion for music; I can see him blaring music and it feeling like heaven for him, but also as a method of dissociating.

Therapy by All Time Low. Both the boys dealing with toxicity from William and Henry, blah blah blah.

Flags by Coldplay. Here for vibes. "If you could do it all again, would you do it all the same? Is there something that you'd tell your former self? There were pirates who had never seen the sea, But the one recurring theme, the one recurring dream they had Was to be whatever they wanted to be." Just wanting to be who you are and live a happy life is a theme very relevant to the brothers.

Ink by Coldplay. Reminds me of Mike's love of Evan, even if Evan can't love mike back. "Got a tattoo and the pain's alright, ooh, ooh. Just want a way of keeping you inside (oh, oh). All I know, All I know Is that I'm lost In your fire below. All I know Is that I love you so, So much that it hurts." Double points bc mike is a tattoo artist in the au, and my early versions of mike's design had him with tattoos specifically to remind himself of Evan

In My Place by coldplay. Mike pov song. "In My Place Were lines that I couldn't change. I was lost, oh yeah, Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed. I was scared, I was scared, Tired and under prepared. How long must you wait for it? How long must you pay for it?"

In Our Bedroom After the War. This one needs no explanation.

Into the Open Air from Disney Brave. Evan's tentative feelings about his newfound relationship with Mike; Evan carries a lot of distrust and heartbreak after how they could never seem to connect in their youth ("i tried to speak to you every day, but each word we spoke the wind blew away"), but wants to move forward ("can we carry this love we share into the open air?") Will this relationship we're making last? Will it mean anything? Will it break? Can we mean anything to each other? I often imagine adult evan playing piano and singing this one to sort through, then honor, his pain and complicated feelings about Mike.

The Kids Aren't Alright by FOB. General vibes. Neither of these kids are alright. Other than that it might be more relevant to Jem and Mike, actually

Learn Me Right from Brave. Here for these lines specifically: "We'll fulfill our dreams and we'll be free. We will be who we are. And they'll heal our scars; Sadness will be far away. So I had done wrong, but you put me right: My judgment burned in the black of night. When I give less than I take, It is my fault, my own mistake." Smth smth the longing to be free and happy. Smth smth Mike and Evan learning how to be better with each other, learning to forgive each other and themselves for their past mistakes.

Some Kind of Disaster by All Time Low. Mike pov song abt him not feeling good enough.

Brother by Madds buckley. This song suggested to me by @destefaniart, and they have a good explanation post for it here, way better than i could write

Monster by Starset. "Under the knife I surrendered, The innocence yours to consume. You cut it away And you filled me up with hate. You're the pulse in my veins. You're the war that I wage. Can you cage me? Can you change me? From the monster you made me?" Evan's (and Mike's) angry feelings toward William after what Will did to him (and to Mike, too).

I doubt anyone would want it but i can give the link to the spotify playlist if anyone asks

[granolabird]

Beth Chapel Doesn’t get Jealous

Hournite week day 4: Jealousy

(We’re already on day 4?? This is so weird to me it feels like we’re still on day 2)

...

Beth Chapel doesn’t get jealous. It’s not something she does. When she lost the 4th grade spelling bee, she didn’t cry or fight over the trophy. She went to go talk to the winner and learn how they’d learned how to spell charcuterie (A word she didn’t even know at the time, hence her loss.) The eighth grade debate team loss had a similar outcome, as did her loss at the talent show. Beth didn’t get jealous in any of those situations. In fact she was always happier for whoever did win. So what was so different now? 

Well, a lot of things were different if she thought about it technically. This wasn't her losing some stupid school competition, this was her losing Rick. Okay, maybe losing was a little too dramatic of a term, but really that’s how she felt. Ever since Cindy had decided to start sitting at the not-losers table, things had changed. Namely, Cindy’s ex-best friend Jenny Williams had started coming around again. 

Nobody on the team had quite figured out whether she was trying to make her way back into Cindy’s life to cause havoc, or was trying to win her back over, but either way she had apparently set her sights on Rick. For Rick’s part, he really was oblivious to the situation. Every time Jenny passes by the table, or his desk in class, she makes sure to wave to Rick. He usually tries his best to give her a small wave back, but it’s clear that he has no idea why she would bother waving to him. Beth knows though. She can tell when someone has a crush (As someone who has one herself) and she knows that Jenny has a crush on Rick. Or maybe she’s just pretending to, to get close to Cindy or maybe- Beth always tries to stop her thought train when it goes too far. She should be fine with this, she shouldn’t be upset, Jenny isn’t doing any harm, but Beth can’t help it. She finally felt like things were moving forward with Rick, like they might actually become something more than friends, and then Jenny had to go ahead and throw a wrench in the plans. So, Beth has made the decision to figure it out. She has to know why Jenny was so interested in Rick.

Which is what has led Beth to where she is now. Sitting across from Jakeem at the Pit Stop, huddled over a table like they’re planning some sort of heist. The rest of the team isn’t here yet, but it’s supposed to be a full team meeting so everyone is going to show up soon. They have to be quick. 

Jakeem is looking around terrified, like he’s done something wrong, and Beth realises really she just pulled him aside and said “I need to talk to you.” 

He has no idea what’s going on. 

“Is this about the whole incident with the library couch blowing up? Because that wasn’t me, that was Mike.” He asks, looking guiltily at the floor.

“The what? You know what, I probably don’t even want to know. No, Jakeem, I just wanted to ask about your sister.” Beth explains with a shake of her head, deciding she should probably mention something about that to Pat later.

“Jenny? What about her, is she in trouble?” Jakeem’s demeanour changes instantly as he becomes more concerned.

“No, I mean, not yet-”

“What?”

“It’s not a superhero problem, don't worry. At least, I don’t think it’s a superhero problem.”

“Is she doing drugs? Did you see her-”

“No! Jakeem, calm down, please. It’s just that… I think she has a crush on Rick.”

Jakeem makes a face of confusion, blinking a few times while he tries to process what Beth’s just said. “On Rick? Like, our team Rick? Like, the grumpy, everyone in town hates him, always looks like he wants to rip someone’s head off Rick?”

“Well, I wouldn’t attest to that description, but yeah, that’s the one.”

“There’s no way! He’s not her type!”

“That’s what I was thinking!” Beth feels at least a little bit better that Jakeem is having the same train of thought as her.

“How do you know she likes him?”

As Beth describes Jenny’s strange behaviour around her best friend to Jakeem, a look slowly crosses his face. He grows seemingly more puzzled as her explanation continues, clearly putting thought into what Beth is saying.

“She’s definitely up to something.” He confirms, resting his head on his hand as he tries to think about what this could all mean.

“I was thinking that, but I wasn’t sure.” Beth agrees.

“But what? Jenny doesn’t flirt like that. In all the years I’ve known her, which is all my years, she’s had a few boyfriends, and never has she been so vague in her flirting.”

“How do you even know how she flirts?”

Jakeem looks around the room to make sure nobody is listening before he explains;

“Oh! She used to practice asking guys out with her teddy bear. Actually she probably still does, but that’s besides the point. She’s gotta be planning something. Do you think she knows about the JSA?”

“To Cindy? But she hates Cindy!” Jakeem exclaims, accidentally knocking a piece of paper off the table and sending it floating across the room.

Beth decides to willingly ignore the start of that sentence, and focus on the latter half.

“Maybe. I thought she was trying to use him to get closer to Cindy.”

“Exactly. She gets close to Rick, uses him to take away all Cindy’s friends, and then Cindy is left all alone. It’s the perfect plot.” Beth explains, but Jakeem shakes his head in response.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, Jenny isn’t that mean. If anything she’s probably just using him to get closer to Cindy to make amends. That’s more her speed.”

“But does she even want to make amends?” Beth asks, and once again she’s met with a head shake.

“No. She said to me once that she ‘never wanted to go near that bad influence bitch ever again.’ Sorry for swearing. It was a quote.”

“I don’t care if you- nevermind. Obviously there’s something more at play.”

“Do you think she’s being mind controlled? Mike said there was a guy who could mind control.”

Beth sighs. Of course Mike would bring up Brainwave.

“That guy was Brainwave, and he’s dead. So is his son. It’s not either of them.”

Jakeem gives a defeated huff. “Then what’s going on?”

“That’s what we have to find out.”Beth tells him.

Jakeem looks at her and gives a grim nod, sealing their fate. They were going to have to go on their own secret mission to figure out exactly what was going on.

The next day at school sets their plan into action. It’s lunch, and the JSA group is all sitting at their table. Mike and Jakeem are only a few tables away, and Jakeem is watching the table like a hawk, waiting for his sister’s inevitable arrival. Beth is chatting with Rick idly about their math homework, while Courtney and Yolanda talk about some new show they’d both started watching. Just as Cindy arrives, her chair scraping across the cafeteria floor, Beth spots Jenny. She’s just exited the food line, and is now, as per usual, headed past their table. She walks by with a grin, and looks right at Rick.

“Hey!” she says with a smile and a wave. 

Beth and Rick glance at each other, then back to Jenny. 

“Hey Jenny. How are you?” Beth asks, and instantly Jenny looks over to her with a smile.

“I’m doing alright, thank you! Just thought I’d pop over and say hi, and see how you guys were doing.” 

And then Jenny walks away like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Beth shoots a glance over to Jakeem who looks just as confused as she feels, as he shrugs at her. The entire group has gone quiet now, all looking between each other with looks of varying befuddlement. Cindy is the first to break the silence.

“Why does she keep doing that?” She asks, looking disdainfully towards where Jenny has now sat down with her friends.

“I don’t know. Maybe she’s trying to just… be nice?” Courtney offers, but Cindy shakes her head.

“No. She’s definitely up to something.”

For once, somehow, Cindy and Beth are on the same page. Beth isn’t sure how she feels about that.

“People are allowed to be nice, Cindy.” Yolanda snaps, shooting Cindy a glare.

“Yes, but not Jenny. Not to me at least. She hates me.”

“That doesn’t mean she hates all of us. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Cindy” Rick grunts in response, and Cindy sighs, putting one hand on her forehead.

“Yeah yeah. Listen, someone at least talk to her, because it’s starting to freak me out a little. She doesn’t say hi to anyone elses tables so there’s clearly something going on here.” Cindy pauses for a moment, before she turns to Rick.

“You. Do you have any classes with Jenny?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because she looked at you first out of everyone at the table. My bet is that she likes you.”

Rick gives a face of confusion, and spares another quick glance over to Beth.

“Me? She’s never even talked to me.”

“She does say hi to you in english every day.” Courtney offers, to which Rick responds with a side eye.

Cindy snaps her fingers with a smug smile.

“Exactly. There we go. She’s interested.”

The group all glance at each other in turn, then back to Cindy. 

“Maybe you should talk to her. She’s actually nice you know, despite abandoning me in my time of need.” Cindy says with a self-satisfied nod, as if she’s solved every problem in the world. 

In Beth’s world, she’s created even more.

“Maybe she wouldn’t have abandoned you, if you had been a better friend?” Yolanda says to Cindy, who just scoffs and shakes her head. Rick doesn’t say anything, seemingly becoming very interested in his ham sandwich. Beth decides that the situation is officially dire.

After lunch, Beth walks with Rick to their next class. He’s quiet as they walk so Beth does most of the talking, but she knows that something’s wrong. She takes a deep breath, and makes the executive decision to ask about the elephant in the room. In the hallway? It didn’t really matter. 

“So, the whole thing with Jenny…” Beth starts, but Rick immediately shakes his head.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” He grumbles, looking away.

Beth forces a grin, as she bumps him jokingly.

“Why not? I think it’s great that someone has a crush on you. Soon everyone in the school will be interested I’m sure.”

She’s just trying to lighten the situation despite all her feelings, but Rick doesn’t seem to get the memo. He just sends her an exasperated look.

“I don’t want everyone to be interested. I’d rather just be left alone.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“Oh. I’m sorry. “ Beth says, and immediately Rick looks over to her with some concern, realising he’s been a bit too blunt with the situation.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to get upset, It’s just… I’m not… I just don’t want to have to let her down. She’s a really nice girl, I’m just not into her. Uh, that’s all.”

This is Beth’s chance.

“I can talk to her for you! I mean, if you’re not comfortable. I can just ask at first, and then if she says she likes you I’ll break the news. That way, you’re only tangentially related to the situation.” She offers, and Rick’s gaze softens as he gives her a smile.

“I can tell you’re serious because you’re bringing out the scrabble words.” He jokes, as they turn to walk into their shared math class.

“But yeah, honestly if you did that I’d probably forever be in your debt. Seriously. I’m just not good with people, I’d have no idea what to say.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I’m always happy to help.” Beth says with a shrug, as if this wasn’t the ideal outcome of the situation. 

They settle at their desks, and Rick glances Beth’s way with a look of genuine appreciation, and something else that Beth can’t quite put her finger on, but it makes her heart flutter.

“Thanks, Beth.” He mutters softly, and then the bell rings and class begins.

Beth meets with Jakeem after school. Jenny usually drives him home, so he offered for Beth to come wait with him so that they could talk to her. Rick was supposed to drive Beth home, but he was busy doing some printing in the library, which bought her a little time.

“So? What’s the plan?” Jakeem whispers, glancing around as if Jenny could appear from around any corner.

“There’s no plan Jakeem, this isn’t a mission. We just ask Jenny if she likes Rick, and see where to go from there.” Beth explains.

“What if she says yes!?” Jakeem asks, eyes wide with concern.

“Then we tell her he doesn’t feel the same.”

“But then she’ll sit and mope the entire ride home.”

“Jakeem, you said before that you were almost certain she didn’t even like him.”

“Yeah, but on the off chance she does, then she’ll get mopey. I hate mopey Jenny. She’s always mean.” Jakeem sighs with a defeated look.

Beth is in the middle of trying to formulate a response to that, when she sees Jenny walking down the sidewalk towards them.

“Oh! Hey Beth!” Jenny says with a wave. “My little brother bothering you?”

“No, not at all, we were just talking.” Beth laughs, though it comes out as an awkward chuckle. 

If Jenny notices, she doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other!”

“Yeah, we uh, um, met through Courtney. Mike is Courtney’s brother.” Jakeem interrupts, and Jenny shoots him a disdainful glance as she turns to start walking away.

“Right well, we have to be getting home so-”

Beth has to act fast.

“Wait! Sorry, just, I had a question.”

“Um, okay? What’s up?” Jenny says as she turns back around, looking at Beth, and then Jakeem.

Beth and Jakeem glance at each other, a silent conversation about who should ask the question happening between them. Beth decides to take the bullet.

“Why do you keep saying hi to us?”

“I’m sorry?”

Beth sighs,

“Every time you walk by Rick and I, or our table at lunch you always say hi to him. He thinks it’s because you like him, so does Cindy, but I just wanted to ask.”

Jenny looks genuinely baffled. 

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, very.”

“Beth, I wouldn’t try to take your boyfriend from you. If that’s the impression I gave, I’m so sorry!”

Beth’s jaw drops a little. Did Jenny just say Rick was her boyfriend? She’s about to correct Jenny, tell her that Rick isn’t her boyfriend, just her best friend, but Jenny just keeps talking.

“I was just worried about you guys. I wasn’t the kindest to you when I was friends with Cindy, so I felt bad. Now that you seem to be hanging out with her I just got worried. I didn’t know if she was manipulating you, or like… holding you hostage or something. So I thought I’d walk by and check in on you whenever I could. I never meant any harm.”

Beth relaxes instantly, and tries her best to not start laughing. 

“You were just worried about us being in with Cindy?”

“Yes!”

“Told ya.” Jakeem says proudly, as if he hadn’t doubted the situation at all. Beth shoots him a look but doesn’t say anything.

“Well thanks for clearing that up Jenny. And uh, Me and Rick we aren’t-”

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Rick leave the front doors of the school. 

“Look, there’s your boyfriend now! Do you need me to go explain the situation to him, or…?”

“Oh! No, no, that’s alright thanks. We drive home together anyway, I’ll just explain it to him on the way home.”

A smile breaks across Jenny’s face as she lets out a small squeal of delight.

“You two are so cute. Seriously.” She looks between them one last time before continuing. “Well, I guess we should both get going. See you around Beth!” 

Jenny gives her a small wave, then waves to Rick in the distance before gesturing for Jakeem to follow her.

Jakeem for his part, glances at his sister, then glances a Beth, then whispers

“Do I tell her that you two aren’t dating?”

“I think that would probably break her heart more than being rejected.” Beth says with a small laugh, already backing up towards Rick. 

“Thanks for the help Jakeem!” She says louder, waving to both Jakeem and Jenny, as Rick finally reaches her side. Jakeem keeps looking between Rick and Beth and Jenny, clearly conflicted, until Jenny shouts

“Come on Jakeem! You have to do the dishes tonight, and you know how mom gets if they aren’t done on time!”

“Right! I’m on the way! Uh, bye guys!” He looks over to Beth and Rick one last time, before rushing over to Jenny’s car.

“So what was that?” Rick asks, and Beth tries her best not to smile, knowing the story she has to tell.

“You’re telling me she was just worried about us?”

They’re halfway to Beth’s house, and Rick is still trying to wrap his head around the situation as they pull up to a stop sign.

“Yeah. She didn’t know why Cindy was hanging around with us, so she just had to check in and make sure we were alright. It was entirely harmless.”

“Huh.” Rick chuckles with a smile.

Beth takes a moment to debate what to say next, but she knows she has to tell Rick the whole truth of the story, so she takes a deep breath and braces herself. 

“There was something else, too. It was actually kind of funny.”

“You can’t just say that and not tell me what she said, c’mon Beth.” 

Here we go.

“She thought we were dating. That’s part of why she was so apologetic.” Beth tells him.

Rick whips his head over to look at Beth so fast she’s scared he might give himself a concussion. He just keeps staring at Beth, eyes wide, but not saying a word.

“Rick, the road?” She points to the road ahead with mild concern.

“Oh, yeah sorry.” He turns back to the road ahead, fingers drumming on the steering wheel anxiously. “She really thought we were dating? Did you tell her we weren’t?” He asks, only glancing at Beth this time.

“Yeah, she really thought we were dating. She kept calling you my boyfriend. I didn’t get the chance to tell her we weren’t, she kept cutting me off and then she just left. I figured she was so amused with us being a couple I might as well just leave it by that point.” Beth shrugs, but Rick seems to be deep in thought about the matter.

“So Jenny Williams thinks we’re a couple. Probably her entire friend group too.” He says in a tone Beth can’t quite decipher.

“I’m sorry Rick, if that’s something that bothers you, we can tell them the truth or…”

“No! It’s just funny, is all.”

“Funny?” Beth asks.

“Yeah. They think we’re dating, and I didn’t even get the chance to ask you out yet.”

Now it’s Beth’s turn to stare at Rick with wide eyes.

“You were gonna ask me out?”

“Eventually! I wasn’t really sure how, is all. This just sorta fast tracked it.”

“I thought you said you just wanted to be left alone?”

“Alone is a space that consists of me, and you. You should know that by this point.”

Beth’s heart feels like it’s about to burst.

“So… You were asking me out?” Beth half-jokes, poking at Rick’s arm playfully.

“Yes! I mean, yeah, yep. If you wanna go to Richie’s tonight? My treat?” Rick asks, tapping his thumbs together worriedly as if he doesn’t already know that Beth is obviously going to say yes. 

He’s clearly unsure of himself, and Beth finds it so endearing that despite everything he still isn’t sure if she wants to go out on a date with him. She decides to definitively make up his mind by leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

“It sounds like a date.” She says softly, and Rick ducks his head with a soft huff of a laugh. He can’t stop smiling, and neither can Beth.

Alright, so maybe Jenny saying hi every day wasn’t such a bad thing, if it led to more moments like this. She knows now that her first instinct was correct anyway, Beth Chapel doesn’t get jealous. It’s not something she does. She just gets a little reasonably concerned when other girls flirt with her crush-now-boyfriend. That’s all.

[androcola]

fuck you im dropping my small headcanons for mike and micky.

Micky: blind as a bat, puts in contacts every morning.

He often forgets to take his contacts out at the end of the day and sleeps with them in. He quickly realizes it in the morning when his eyes are burning 😟

Loves mexican food a lot!

Uses a lot of womens hair products 🤭

he has adhd (or it would be known in 1965 as Hyperkinetic Reaction of Childhood 💀💀) but is undiagnosed.

He's good at cooking, but he often gets distracted and lets things burn/boil over.

He's a big fan of more psychedelic and underground music, but still loves mainstream music, like the beatles and the rolling stones.

He is pansexual! but he doesn't know any queer terms, so he sometimes feels like he might be gay, but he experiences equal attraction to men and women and of course anything in the middle.

He loves guacamole and always has the ingredients for it!

He took lots of random studies in community college, most relating to science. He's really good at math and science! He also took some psych courses.

He uses lots of moisturizers and generally lots of womens body care products

He stims often by bouncing or drumming with his fingers or any item he's holding at the moment

He works as a mechanic! (Circa 1965)

He often visits his mom, who also lives in LA, and who is also a nurse!

Is literally a bottomless pit. The only person who will go back for fourths

He has a tendency to blow money and has really bad impulse control. He'll often come home with some random trinket or article of clothing that was pretty pricy

He definitely had a fling with another man in community college. Brings it up in the most casual way at times, often met by odd stares.

Mike: he also enjoys womens body care products and hair care products 😁 he likes to take extra care of his hair and keep it looking nice

He likes doing chores! He likes to stay as busy as possible (mainly due to his guilt complex with living with micky rent free)

He's really allergic to cats!

He grew up in a really small heavily rural and woodsy town in texas. When he comes to California , its quite jarring.

He has undiagnosed autism and deals with many sensory issues such as light sensitivity both indoors and out, texture issues with textures such as felt and microfiber, which he tries to wipe off from his hands or any part of himself when he comes in contact with it, and auditory issues, mostly when things get too loud or when there's a repetitive sound. He also very much likes routine and often gets upset when even the smallest thing about it is different.

He stims/self regulates with pacing, sometimes rapidly.

He has anxiety, CPTSD and depression but just kinda raw dogs life unmedicated/undiagnosed

He really likes milk and will often have several cups a day🤭

His favorite snack are pretzels!

The hat he wears (the one that appears in early episodes for reference) was made by his mom for him when he was really young. it's a comfort item and he protects it almost with his life

He most likely had a beard for the first month he lived with micky, shaving it later on, much to mickys dismay (he liked mikes groovy beard🤭🤭)

He's allergic to shellfish 🦐

He's always really cold (Micky is always really warm. They have a symbiotic relationship)

Horrible at math and pretty much everything academic, nearly flunked highschool and most other grades. The only thing he liked was english and a bit of history.

He is aromantic and asexual and sometimes finds himself in a crisis about it, wondering if something's wrong with him (completely self indulgent leave me alone)

Likes to hide things in his hat! It's got that cartoonish hammer space where anything goes in.

Not a heavy eater, he eats very slow and never really finishes his plate. He doesn't really eat often, mostly because he completely misses hungry cues

Doesn't sleep at all. The most rest he gets is from nodding off occasionally throughout the day

Like micky, he's extremely forgetful, so between the two of them, they often forget important dates or locations of things and will end up in a comedic back and forth of "i thought you knew!!!!"

He's really scared of needles and will pass out if met with one

I have like way more but i will spare your lives n shit .anyway can you tell im normal about them

[pb-dot]

Film Friday: Hush (2016)

I'm on a bit of a thriller track after talking about Red Eye last week. Today I want to talk about another movie where a woman deals with a threatening man, and things are decidedly less romcom initially, aiming for more of a "this madman is hunting people for sport" kind of vibe. There is something to be said for drilling down to the core of things.

Maddie is an author and, like many of us, she's a bit of a recluse. Granted, not all of us take it to the level where they live alone in the woods, but I'm sure more would if presented with the opportunity. Further adding to her isolation is the fact that Maddie is deaf-mute after a childhood illness. Nevertheless, Maddie's days of not quite being able to make herself write and battling imposter syndrome get disrupted when one of her few friends in the area is brutally murdered by a masked assailant who, upon realizing that Maddie is deaf, decides to really fuck with her.

What follows is an almost uncomfortably tense game of cat and mouse. The assailant, so mysterious his role's credited as "The Man," clearly enjoys the power Maddie's deafness affords him, and so instead of sneaking up to her and killing her right away, steals her phone and starts terrorizing her by sending her pictures from the thing. In an early confrontation, he even unmasks in front of Maddie to make it crystal clear that he does not intend for her to make it through the night.

This isn't to say Maddie is taking this all lying down, far from it. After an early encounter puts her in a position where her two choices are 1: killing this guy or 2. dying out here, she does gun for the stronger, faster, decidedly more bloodthirsty man with what little she has. It's one of those desperate struggles that even when Maddie pulls a Wait Until Dark (1967) with her visual fire alarm is settled more by a lucky shot than any innate ability.

It's a nasty, brutish kind of story, but I honestly feel better about the brutishness than say The Strangers, who pits preternaturally sneaky and scheming killers against regular fallible humans. The Man is not the kind of man you want to be pitted against, but he's strong and capable in the way a regular human might be, and he bleeds like the rest of us. It makes for a high-tension sort of chase that maintains the energy despite a relatively low bodycount for a slasher.

Hush is a product of mid-budget horror master Mike Flannagan and his wife and co-writer Kate Siegel, who also plays the main character. I would have preferred to see the main role be played by a deaf actress. Not because Siegel does a bad job or anything, she's quite excellent and expressive and does a lot to communicate the character and the horrors that she faces. It'd just be a really cool role for a deaf actress, like how Millicent Simmonds really elevated A Quiet Place to something quite special.

The movie is decidedly less of a heady experience than many others I favor, but this isn't a strike against it in my book. Hush finds its home in the limbic system. It's not what it's about or how it is about it, it's about how there's a guy out there and he can see you but you can't see him and he's going to GET you. It's a primal fear, prey fear, more concerned with its emotional impact than what it's saying.

This isn't to say it has nothing in that regard, paralleling Maddie's ability to plan for her survival with her ability to work out and visualize a plot. Like many writers before her, she's struggling with the impossibility of getting her plot started, and she similarly struggles with engaging with the main challenges to survival until something in her figures out that there's no other choice than to Do It Scared or face death with a whimper. This feels very correct as far as writing processes go, although the stakes generally aren't quite as high as death.

It feels wrong to call a movie as brutal as Hush fun, but certainly is captivating. It does terrible things to the protagonist, but more for catharsis than for fun, and once in a while I believe it's healthy for the soul to have a movie kick the shit out of you.

[poltergeist-coffee]

I take my eyes off him for a moment

I TAKE MY EYES OF FOREVER FOR A MOMENT AND THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM

YOU DON'T JUST NAME A STREAM "THE END 1/3", FOREVER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

No, don't you hit Richas, filho da mãe, STOP SHOOTING YOU BASTARD

Forever likes to play with our hearts

Mah boi what are you doing?

He's NeverPlayer now?

"I don't care what's happens with this body, it's not mine anyway"

What do you mean?

HOST?

WHAT IS THAT THING ON HIM?

GET OFF MY CUBITO TU HIJO DE TU PUTA MADRE

WHAT LIST ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???????

DON'T SHOOT RICHAS, YOU KEEP THAT GUN AWAY FROM MY SON

His eyes glow:0

"imagine that I'm petting your head right now"

My man is full on villain arc

YAAAAAAAAAAAS

STOP SHOOTING MY EGG

HE TRIED TO HUG HIM NOOOO

My boy:(

Why is he so interested in Quackity?

Ah yes, dramatic music, we love those

Wait, is that the Judas thing????

"Não existe mais essa porra de democracia"(there is no such thing as this fucking democracy anymore. )

- Player, Forever 2023

Dictator arc????

And now he is destroying that... place where there was the voting sistem

Forever, you need to learn with Fit to explode things

"This looks way better"

I mean... you could've have destroyed what remained

"He might be weak, but he had a good idea"

"Looks like it's time for us to start opening this place and put each of them in their proper place"

Or something like that

And he ends the stream

Filho de quenga

But he really got into character with that makeup

This reminds me of the happy pills arc... say what you want about him, but he put a lot of effort, he kept that smile the whole stream, of his face didn't hurt after it I don't know anymore

But, you got a formula 1 au? 👁

Interesting... if you have something to say about it feel free to ramble I will love to hear about it or any au you have amything to say:D

AlsoI ended up making Pepito be the favorite egg of a friend of mine, he don't even watch qsmp, but he has to deal with me talking about it:D

Pepito my beloved

But I guess my other friend was right about not trusting Richarlyso with a drugged... look how my cubito is

I just opened the stream, got happy because I saw a lot of eggs, and then got confused:D

Back to my original form: eternally confused about anything

- 🍽

Watch as the local anon of your askbox has a mental breakdown over a square character and his sentient egg son

QFOREVEVER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU DD: EVIL CUCURRUCHO YOU WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!! THE FEDERATION FUCKING SENT FOREVER TO THE NETHER AND HE GOT CORRUTPED IF THEY NEVER FUCKING TOLD HIM TO GO THERE THIS NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED WE NEED T GET RID OF THE FEDERATION RIGHT FUCKING NOW I SWEAR TO GOOOOD!!!!

ccforever is so dedicated to the roleplay its insane his acting is also insane. I LOVE THAT HE DRESSES UP THO AND PUTS ON MAKE UP TO MATCH HIS CUBIT ITS SOOO GOOD I LVOE IT!! I LOVE THAT HE UTALIZES FACECAM FOR STUFF LIKE THIS ITS SO :")) <3333333 so much lov to him hes so cool i hope he knows how cool he is.

that being said if he kills qforever canonically and can't come back i will be so very upset and be sending him a very strongly worded dm about how sad its going to make me /j...........

I HAD A SILLY THROY what if romero richas and evil cucurucho/the virus posessing forever are connected? mostly becausee they both made it and said they dont care about their host being hurt. romero richas was always bleeding and even painted with richas blood and richas was scared that he wakes up covered in new bruises and blood!! and now the visus/@v@ is saying that it doest care if forever is hurt because he's just a body? even if they're not related i think its an interesting thing!! they both parallel? like father like son lmao

-- -- -- FORMULA 1 AU IS SO SILLY KJNAVJAK its very self indulgent its just pacman duo :3c etoiles is a announcer for f1 and pac is a racer!! mike is part of the pit crew/pac's manager as well. i like pactoiles so it is romantic and basically just pac and etoiles being silly and maybe flirting because kajsnvjkas sillyyyy. like pac always getting a little flustered when etoiles interviews him after races or gushes to mike about hwo cute he thiks etoiles is and stuff like that :>>

YAAAA WE LOVE PEPITO <33 pepito is so baby. pepito is the smallest little egg ever and i adore pepito for that <33 the admin of pepito is so good at playing a little kid :"))

YEAAH BRO i was watching tubbo and then he opened the player list to show ALMOST ALL THE EGGS I WAS SO CONFUSED JKSANVJKASD the forever lore is suppoe to be three streams in totla (judging by his stream title) so im very nervous abotu that it could mean or what more will happen :((

[arpov-blog-blog]

....."

Allies say that Biden, along with others in the administration, will take better advantage of their megaphone in the run-up to the midterms, portraying Republicans as out of touch. Biden, they said, is energized by the Roe v. Wade decision, which may be a prelude to future Supreme Court rulings rolling back rights to same-sex marriage and contraception.

Unpopular presidents tend to fare poorly in midterm elections. But Biden-world sees an opening to defy the historical trends, springing from some of the same setbacks that have so angered the Democratic base.

Republicans are overreaching in ways that will alienate voters, White House allies contend.

“I can tell you that on the street, what you hear is a bubbling, seething cauldron of anger at the Republican Party for putting in these antediluvian judges who think they can take us back to the 18th century,” said Jay Inslee, the Democratic governor of Washington state. “My spidey sense and the polling indicate it’s going to help people decide not to vote for the red team.”

Biden and other administration officials intend to draw a stark contrast between the parties in the coming months in hopes of awakening voters to how their personal rights will be imperiled if Republicans seize control of Congress. To the extent that Biden can drive home the message that the court’s conservative majority was built by former President Donald Trump and Senate Republican leader Mitch McConnell, he can demonstrate the enormous stakes in the upcoming elections.

“You will see them [Biden administration officials] having a sharper message as we get close to the fall,” one Biden ally said. “That message will revolve around painting the Republican Party as extreme and doing things that are actively hurting peoples’ lives. Is there a strong enough message now? Probably not. But they know that.”

Biden previewed the strategy last week in a virtual meeting with Democratic governors. He pledged to use the full weight of the federal government to prevent what he called “extremist” governors who may try to block women from traveling out of state to get an abortion.

A Biden adviser pointed to former Vice President Mike Pence’s call for a national abortion ban — something that can only be stopped if Democrats have sufficient votes in Congress to block it. That’s the sort of issue that can mobilize voters who might otherwise be apathetic about coming out to vote.

Abortion “is much more motivating for Democratic-leaning voters than it is for Republican-leaning voters,” the Biden adviser said, speaking on condition of anonymity to talk more freely. “A lot of that is due to the fact that Republicans have sought this outcome for many years and they just achieved it. But the opposite effect is taking place with Democrats and independents, who are deeply offended by this and who are afraid about what it means for their lives.”

Most Democrats fret about a midterm wipeout, but recent polling shows grounds for optimism. Bryan Bennett, a pollster for Navigator Research, a coalition of progressive pollsters, noted that something “weird” is happening in this political moment. Biden’s approval rating is hovering around 40%, which suggests that Republican victories in the November midterms will be not so much a wave as a “tsunami,” he said. And yet in polls pitting generic Democrats against Republicans in congressional races, Democrats perform better than expected given the president’s low standing. Indeed, since the Supreme Court reversed Roe v. Wade, three polls came out showing Democrats leading Republicans by anywhere from 3 to 7 percentage points.

“It’s a new election,” Democratic strategist Simon Rosenberg wrote in a blog. “The chances of the anti-MAGA majority showing up again — as it did in 2018 and 2020 — have increased dramatically.”

And Republicans in some cases are putting forward candidates whom mainstream voters may find unpalatable. A video circulating on Twitter shows a recent debate among congressional Republican candidates in Wyoming, where some of Rep. Liz Cheney’s challengers struggle to form a coherent sentence.

“People are going to be stunned when they see some of the nominees they [Republicans] put out there,” said Joe Trippi, a longtime Democratic strategist.

Economics usually drive elections, though, and Republicans are working hard to remind voters that Biden is presiding over a period of $5 a gallon of gas and rising prices across the board. The White House describes inflation as a global problem for which Biden bears little direct responsibility. Still, Biden was quick to claim credit a year ago for low grocery prices. In the days before July 4, 2021, the White House tweeted that the cost of a family barbecue had dropped. “Hot dog, the Biden economic plan is working,” the White House tweeted at the time."

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Corporal Punishment

There are numerous accounts of how Jim occasionally walloped his sons when provoked—Mike McCartney even claims they were “duly bashed”—but his sister-in-law maintains they are untrue. “Jim and Mary never smacked the boys,” she says. “They took them to their room and gave them a good talking-to, but they never hit them. Never.”

— In Bob Spitz’s The Beatles (2005).

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‘I was once hitting Michael for doing something,’ says Jim. ‘Paul stood by shouting at Mike, “Tell him you didn’t do it and he’ll stop.” Mike admitted he had done it, whatever it was. But Paul was always able to get out of most things.’ ‘I was pretty sneaky,’ says Paul. ‘If I ever got bashed for being bad, I used to go into their bedroom when they were out and rip the lace curtains at the bottom, just a little bit, then I’d think, that’s got them.’

— In Hunter Davies’s The Beatles (1968).

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I once saved Paul’s life, viewers (but we’re quits, he later saved mine)! He was ten at the time and I was about eight. One day we found a lime pit which had filled with rain and turned into a small pond. Some workmen had left a plank balanced across it and, needless to say, we had to walk across it. [...] In the end we decided we’d both go together. That meant disaster. We were about halfway across when the plank began to sway dangerously and suddenly Paul lost his balance and fell in. The plank then wobbled so much that I fell in after him. We might have drowned - really! [...] I remember digging my fingers into the soft, slippery earth and getting a grip on a big stone or something and then starting to haul myself out. But when I turned to see how Paul was doing, I saw that he had fallen back, spluttering and gasping, and his head was going under. I grabbed him by the collar and held on. He caught hold of my arm and clung to it. We stayed like that until a neighbour, hearing our cries, rescued us.  That night, by way of reward, Dad gave us the hiding of our lives. We went to bed crying and lay with our heads on the pillows sobbing bitterly. I was prepared to regard the hiding as just punishment. But not Paul. He dried his eyes and began to think out ways of getting revenge on Dad. Some of them sounded like ideas out of a Chinese torture book, only dafter. Finally, he said: "If I could, I'd take Dad up to 15,000 feet in a plane, dig a hole, fill it with water, and drop him in!"

— Mike McCartney, in ‘Portrait of Paul’ for Woman Magazine (21 August 1965).

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I never much liked authority. I didn’t like school teachers or critics telling me what I should do. Or myself telling me. I’m alive – do it!

— Paul McCartney, interviewed by Nicci Gerrard for the Observer: The long and winding ode (11 March 2001).

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PAUL: I always had ambitions to be something good. I didn't know what it would be. You know, I was always quite ambitious but I wouldn't buckle down at school like a lot of people. The teachers just didn't help. We had some right perverts as teachers. PARKINSON: In what way? PAUL: Well they used to beat the shit out of you! There was this one guy with a plimsoll that he used to take it out on us with. You know, bend over, whop!

— Paul McCartney, on ITV's Parkinson Show (17 December 2005).

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HARTY: Did you ever get caned for being naughty? PAUL: I did occasionally, yes; I must admit, your honor. There were a couple of occasions. HARTY: And your mates were caned as well, sometimes? PAUL: Mates were caned, yes. We did— They used to cane us, "six of the best" kind of thing. But I remember this time George got caned — George Harrison, because we were mates at school — and I mean, we never really did anything wrong, but we might have like tight trousers and Ted hairdos. So that pointed you out as someone— "Here's a troublemaker." So George got done once, and the teacher missed him and got him here [mimics getting caned on the inner wrist]. So he had— a couple of big wheels came up here, you know those rash things. And he went home and he's having his tea with his dad and they're all chatting about how it went at school. His dad said, "What's that?" He saw these things [on his inner wrist]. And George told him, "You know, the teacher did it." So the next day they were in class and someone popped their head around the door of the class, "Hm, Mister—" whoever the teacher was that caned George, "come out here for a moment, please." He came out, and it was George's dad there! He said, "Did you do that to my son?", across the— "Yes, I did." [mimics Harry Harrison punching the teacher in the face] Oh! Right there! Honest, honest! HARTY: And what happened after that? PAUL: Oh, he was a hero! He was— he was just the school hero, George's dad. That was it, you know. But I used to tell my dad, "I got caned, dad." "Well, you probably did something wrong." HARTY: No help from there at all. PAUL: "Dad, you know, dad, hit him!"

— Paul McCartney, on BBC's Harty Show (23 November 1984).

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Mike McCartney was once knocked unconscious by a master; when he told his dad [...] Jim merely said, "Don't be silly son, the masters are always right," and went back to his crossword.

— In Mark Lewisohn's Tune In (2013).

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I nearly did very well at grammar school but I started to get interested in art instead of academic subjects. [...] The words they used in their end-of-term reports: ‘If he would only buckle down...' and you'd go, 'No! No! Get out of my life! I hate you. You should say I'm great. I've got to take this home, you know.'

— Paul McCartney, in Barry Miles’ Many Years From Now (1997).

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I don't like criticism whatever. I don't think I ever liked it when my Dad said, ‘I don't like your trousers’.

— Paul McCartney, in Paul Gambaccini’s In His Own Words (1976).

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And his dad was the whole thing. Just simple things: he wouldn’t go against his dad and wear drainpipe trousers. And his dad was always trying to get me out of the group behind me back, I found out later. He’d say to George: “Why don’t you get rid of John, he’s just a lot of trouble. Cut your hair nice and wear baggy trousers,” like I was the bad influence because I was the eldest, so I had all the gear first usually. So Paul was always like that. And I was always saying, “Face up to your dad, tell him to fuck off. He can’t hit you. You can kill him [laughs], he’s an old man.” I used to say, “Don’t take that shit off him.” Because I was always brought up by a woman, so maybe it was different. But I wouldn’t let the old man treat me like that. He treated Paul like a child all the time, cut his hair and telling him what to wear, at seventeen, eighteen. But Paul would always give in to his dad. His dad told him to get a job, he fucking dropped the group and started working on the fucking lorries, saying, “I need a steady career.” We couldn’t believe it. So I said to him—my Aunt Mimi reminded me of this the other night—he rang up and said he’d got this job and couldn’t come to the group. So I told him on the phone, “Either come or you’re out.” So he had to make a decision between me and his dad then, and in the end he chose me.

— John Lennon, interviewed by Peter McCabe and Robert Schonfeld (September 1971).

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PAUL: But you know, it’s funny talking about this sort of parents— the thing was he did use to kind of hit me, occasionally. Like, that was what they did in those days. You’re not allowed to do it so much these days, but— [...] You know, I was— [mutters] it was not all great. But I tell you what, what comes to mind — or just the memory — of the one moment when I was about, I don’t know, sixteen, seventeen or something. And he came in with the usual stuff. He’d just sort of slap me. We’re having an argument, he’d slap me. [...] So, I just stood there — and it was like an amazing moment in my life — I said, ‘Go ahead. Do it again.’ And he was like [makes descending sound]. And he never did it again. It was, ‘Go ahead’, you know. This was it. [laughs] The record companies would sue him.

— Paul McCartney, interviewed by Howard Stern for the Stern Show (18 October 2001).

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Children; Up to a certain age, I love all of them. After that, some of them get wrecked, mainly by parents.

— Paul McCartney for Melody Maker: Pop Think-In (1 January 1966).

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I told you for instance that I didn’t like dogs and cats, until I got a dog and a cat and love them for what they are, just ’cause they’re dogs and cats. I’m quite willing to accept that dogs and cats are dogs and cats. And I still find that there’s a vague little sort-of sadistic thing in me about dogs and cats and if I ever have to punish her [his dog Martha] I can do it quite easily. Which I hate.

— Paul McCartney, interviewed by Barry Miles for International Times: A conversation with Paul McCartney (November 1966).

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LESLIE: And if my mother only knew! PAUL: [concerned] What would she do? LESLIE: It’s not— I— [unintelligible] No, we’re not supposed to be allowed to— PAUL: [unintelligible] about civil liberties. LESLIE: Oh, that’s interesting. PAUL: Yeah, right? It’s great! LESLIE: In England or in America? PAUL: Well, all over the place, eventually. We’ll get some liberty, you know. [unintelligible] And it’s just about all the kind of things that people clamp down on young people for when they don’t actually know what’s going on! So I’m just trying to give the point of view of the people that, you know, don’t really want to be spanked anymore, thank you, daddy! Just sort of tell us why you don’t want us to do it. Explain it clearly, and maybe we won’t do it. But if you keep spanking us, we’re gonna be naughty. You know, and try to explain that one away.

— Paul McCartney speaks with Leslie Samuels and Donna Stark, two young fans who visited him at his home in 7 Cavendish Avenue (July 1967).

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[Just a hazy collection of quotes on Paul and corporal punishment. There were some that I wanted to include but just couldn’t locate; for example, Paul talking about how he wouldn’t hit his own kids.

It’s interesting to contrast the two brothers’ response to the same punishment. Mike seems to have no problem talking about it — and in quite explicit terms — from as early as 1965. Paul, on the other hand, would only go deeper into it until almost 50 years after the fact. Mike also recounts how he was ready to accept the punishment, while Paul resented it so much he needed to exact some kind of revenge on his parents, realized or imagined.

I feel like Paul was especially sensitive about this type of punishment for how profoundly unfair it felt. Regardless of what he had done (or what was considered normal for the times), I think Paul always found it unacceptable to be treated in such a way. So he couldn’t make peace with it as easily as his brother. This in turn influenced and was influenced by his general relationship with authority.

I feel it also somehow connects with Paul’s preoccupations with making it clear that John never hit him — as was represented in the movie Nowhere Boy — which he felt the need to state again in The Lyrics.

Essentially, I feel that for a person like Paul — who values control over his own person/personal freedom so much — having his bodily integrity and autonomy violated in such a way was/is a big deal, which shaped how he dealt with other figures of power. (Insert here a whole essay on Paul’s borderline-traumatized reaction to Allen Klein and his forceful advances, and how he argues John took Klein on because he wanted a “daddy”.)]

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Late Night Café (pt. 1)

Summary: The streets of New York seem to change at night, and Bucky gets drawn in to the little café with strange work hours during a heavy storm. Lucky for him you really don't mind that he's drenched head to toe.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: None :)

Word Count: 2k

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New York City completely changes at night.

Maybe it’s the lack of sunlight. Although these past few days have been pretty bleak, with rain forming puddles that cover the sides of the road and splash onto the sidewalk anytime a car drives by. Not that the sidewalks weren’t already wet though, this heavy rain hasn’t been forgiving, and not an inch of outside New York remains dry. Still though, even when the city hasn’t seen sunlight for what feels like forever now, the ambiance still shifts when it gets fully dark. It’s not that there’s a lack of people keeping it lively, no. I don’t think there’s ever going to be a point where the streets of New York have no people on them. Maybe it’s the type of people that are out. Surely that girl that walks by every early morning with her dog wagging its tail beside her is not the same girl that walks by at four in the morning with her heels in one hand and a beer in her other, bumping shoulders with her friends as they walk back from a night out.

You’d think with all the people that are out and about during those late nights in the city, some type of noise or chaos would follow them, but no. At some point in the night it always gets quiet, almost like a sense of stillness that slowly creeps up on you as the moon climbs up higher in the sky. And with that sense of stillness comes a sense of peace that covers the little café that lits up the dim streets of New York.

There’s a small sign on the door that says open 7am-6pm and then again 1am to 5am. It’s a weird schedule for a small local café to have, but still the little bell that hangs at the top of the door doesn’t cease to chime during those dark hours. It’s normally students that come in so late at night, looking for a caffeine boost that will help them get through those assignments that they’ve left for the last minute. There’s the insomniacs too though, and those always seem to be the same regular customers that have their orders ready for them when they stop by, like a sort of routine that gets created over time.

It’s been more quiet than normal the past few days though - heavy rain really seems to stop people from leaving the warmth of their apartments, no matter how sleep deprived they might be. The clock’s already at 2:34am, and if it were a normal day you would’ve already made and served at least 5 coffees. Even old Mike hadn’t shown up like he usually did every night at around 1:40, and now his mug stays empty and unused in the shelf, making you extremely aware of the absence of customers. You understand though, the rain is hitting extra heavy tonight, and the water that cascades down the windows makes the streetlights look distorted and blurry. No sane person would think to be out on the streets with this weather, but still you leave the small café open, busying yourself by wiping down a few tables and cleaning a few mugs and dishes Alfie from the dayshift had probably forgotten to clean.

The playlist you always played during these late shifts played quietly in the background, the smooth 40s jazz making you sway slightly side to side as you set the now clean dishes aside to dry. As much as you love serving customers, these rare empty nights are always appreciated from time to time, even if sometimes you can slowly feel loneliness creep up on you. You pushed those feeling down though, and right as you were about to step foot on the kitchen the small chime of the bell you had grown to appreciate over the years stopped you, catching you slightly off-guard.

It was a tall man that had just come in through the door. His short hair was completely drenched and was sticking down on his forehead, water droplets falling down his face. The black leather jacket he had on was completely wet, but lucky for him the impermeable material probably stopped the water from getting to the shirt he had underneath. He brought up a gloved hand and pushed back his hair, careful to not get anything wet.

“Sorry I- I don’t want to make a mess. I don’t have an umbrella and this was the only place open” his voice caught you off-guard, it’s softness making you relax your shoulders. You hadn’t noticed how tense you’d gotten, but a man his size coming in at almost 3 in the morning during a night like this would get anyone on edge. The hard look in his eyes had completely disappeared when he noticed and spoke to you, and you were glad about it.

“Oh please! Don’t worry, come in. Weather’s rough tonight. You can take a seat wherever.”

A small smile appeared on his face and disappeared as soon as it came, but you didn’t miss the look of relief on his face as he took a seat on one of the stools placed behind the main counter. You still took notice of how careful he was of not getting anything else wet, which was nice.

“What can I get you?” you smiled as you grabbed the little notepad clipped to your apron, ready to take his order.

“Uh- just a black coffee’s fine. Thank you.”

You nodded and walked over to the coffee maker, making sure everything was in order before making his coffee. He kept his jacket and gloves on, which slightly concerned you since he was drenched in water and probably freezing. You waited for the coffee to be made and watched from the corner of your eyes as he looked around the small café, stopping to look at all the doors in it for slightly longer periods of time. He seemed to be alert, but after a couple looks around the place he finally settled down completely.

The coffee machine came to a stop and you grab one of the mugs you had just cleaned, filling it to the top and grabbing a clean rag along the way as you went to serve it to him.

“Here’s your coffee. And here’s a clean rag if you want to dry yourself off a bit. Sorry I don’t have any towels on hand right now, I’d give you one if I did.” You placed the coffee in front of him and the rag next to it, smiling as he looked up to meet your eyes.

“Thank you.” He took the rag and brought it up to his hair, rubbing it to get rid of the excess water. “I’m sorry again- about the mess.”

You reassured him it was fine, that he didn’t even make a mess. It was only the entrance that had gotten wet, nothing a couple swipes with the mop could fix.

He still kept his gloves on even when holding the hot cup of coffee between his hands, but you decided not to question anything and went back to working. Most of the customers that came in during the late nigh shifts weren’t there to have a conversation anyways, just there to have something to drink and think about their lives. It was always interesting to see. There’s a lot of characters that come in so late at night, and working there you end up learning how to read people very well.

This guy though – he was hard to read. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, but you could tell he was still alert about what was going on around him. It was safe to say you hadn’t gotten a customer like him in the years you had been working here, and yet there was something weirdly comforting about his brooding presence. With the smooth jazz paying in the background, he seemed to belong there.

“Weird time for a café to be open.”

His deep voice catches you of guard again, he certainly didn’t seem like the type to come in and make conversation.

“Weird time to be drinking black coffee.” You replied back with amusement, both of you turning to look at the clock hanging on the wall to the left. 3:22am.

“Touché.”

He took a sip of his coffee and watched as you grabbed another clean mug and a tea bag, turning on the kettle that was next to the coffee machine. He seemed to be up for some distraction, so you spoke up again.

“So, what’s a guy like you doing walking around under pouring rain? With no umbrella too.”

“A guy like me?”

“I asked first. You can’t answer a question with another question.” You smiled in amusement, watching as he sat up on his stool. He looked at your face, and stayed silence for a few seconds. It was as if he was taking you in, deciding whether or not he wanted to have this conversation with you.

“Apartment felt crowded. Got too far out before I realised it was raining.”

“Wow. Must’ve been really deep in your thoughts if you didn’t notice yourself getting drenched.”

He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, eyes wandering to the side. Taking in the empty tables that were scattered along the place. The café was small, so there where only three tables along with the six stools that were placed in a row along the counter. Plants covered most of the place, and if you paid close attention you could smell the fresh and somewhat sweet scent they gave off. He changed the subject.

“I am curious though. I’ve never seen small cafés like this open so late.”

“You’d be surprised at the amount of people that stop by. Some people just need an escape late at night that sleep can’t give them.” The corners of his mouth turned up at this, almost like he knew exactly what you were talking about. “And students. Sleep deprived students that leave their assignments to the last minute sure do keep the business alive.”

He let out a chuckle at this comment, and for a second your breath got caught on your throat. There was no denying this man was extremely handsome, and something about his laugh gave you a weird feeling at the pit of your stomach.

“Late Night Café. It’s a fitting name.”

“Funny enough there were no night shifts when we started. Figured we should stay true to the name though, and here we are.”

It seemed like the rain was slowly starting to cease now. The loud noise of the water hitting the window glass was slowing down, and the streets were starting to look clearer now that the rain was not constantly washing down the glass.

“You’re in luck, it looks like the rain is starting to slow down.” You nodded to the glass and he turned his head, taking in the way the once pouring water turned into water droplets that slid down it. He let out a hum in response.

Now that the rain had slowed down, a couple other customers appeared through the door, bell chiming each time they walked through the door. You could see him taking in the people that came through, listening to their orders and watching as you moved around getting the orders ready. He had asked for a refill in the middle of this, and you smiled as you poured more hot coffee into his empty mug. As much as you liked the empty nights, there was something about serving the people that came through that made you feel peaceful. It was like second nature to you.

“You really seem to be in your element.” He spoke again as you cleaned the mug of a customer that had just left, and you smiled in content.

“Been doing this for a long time now.”

You took in his state now, noticing how his hair was completely dry now and his leather jacket no longer had water droplets sliding off it. He seemed to be less alert now too, maybe because he had taken in the whole café now. As you went to set down the mug you just cleaned he looked at the clock, noticing it was already almost four in the morning. You watched as he stood up from his stool.

“I should probably get going. Thanks for the coffee. And the shelter too.” He placed a twenty-dollar bill on the table besides his coffee mug and gave you a small smile getting ready to leave.

“Woah- wait. Coffee here’s definitely not that expensive. Let me get your change.” You went over to the cash register, but he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it, keep the change. Consider it an apology for getting the place wet.”

“I can’t let you do that; you didn’t even make a mess-”

“Really it’s okay. I won’t take the change if you give it to me.” He smiled once again, placing his hands on his leather jacket pockets to stop you from trying to place the change in his hands.

“Okay fine – but let me at least give you something for the way back.”

He wanted to say no, but you were adamant on this, so you grabbed one of the savoury pastries that you had on display and placed it on a takeaway bag for him, smiling in achievement when he took the small paper bag. He smiled at you, saying a quick bye as he left through the door, bell chiming and leaving the café feeling more quiet than ever.

You soon realised that you never got his name, and part of you wished that you had asked, even if that was something you never asked to new customers. Besides, who knows if he’ll ever stop bye again. You were grateful for the heavy rain now, and little did you know he was too, because thanks to it he found out about the little café lighting up that dark street of New York.

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A/N: Hey! I haven't written anything in what feels like years, let alone post anything. I hope yall like this, i might turn it into a series, i'll have to see if inspiration hits. Anyways thanks for reading!