Baby Hotline - Please Hold Me Close To You! (Chapter 6)
Randy Meeks x Reader
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a/n: Gnihihihihihihi
Mhhh. So warm, so cozy - it would have been very easy to drift right back into sleep, especially while being surrounded by the familiar powdery scent of fabric softener and cedar… If there had not been the slow rising and falling motion beneath you, confusing your brain just enough to keep the gears upstairs in motion.
There was something solid under your forehead, too solid to be a pillow, and it clearly was not your arm, because your arm was definitely not having a heartbeat…
For a few hazy seconds, your still sleep-fogged mind tried to make sense of it - and then you opened your eyes to investigate.
Oh. OH.
Your head was resting right against Randy’s chest, your nose buried in the smooth fabric of his shirt. He had one of his arms wrapped securely around you, hand splayed against the small of your back, practically pressing you against his front - as if he had pulled you closer in his sleep without even noticing. And you? You were tucked right up against him, one leg tangled with his like that was the most natural thing in the world.
Scattered memories of last night came rushing in. You had been watching Beetlejuice, and exhaustion had stolen every ounce of self-control from your brain, causing you to curl closer to him without thinking, too tired to remember that this is nothing best friends usually do. And looking at your current position, you almost climbed him in your sleep.
Your stomach flipped. You had done this, you had claimed the space beside him like this was normal, like this was allowed and not weird at all. Well… it was not forbidden per se, but - oh God.
Very, very slowly, you tilted your head back, just enough to look at him, your face so close that your breath fanned softly across the front of his throat.
He was still asleep, at least he looked that way. His dark blond hair was mussed from the pillow, his mouth slightly parted, his breathing slow and even. There was the faint crease between his brows that he seemed to have even in his sleep, and then he let out the quietest, sweetest sound - barely there, just a quiet exhale that brushed over your forehead.
Shit. You were so close to his face. Close enough to count his lashes, close enough to see the slightest stubble dusting his chin, so close that if you shifted even an inch-
Your brain, traitor that it was, supplied a memory in crystal-clear clarity.
I could kiss you right now.
Heat flooded your face, because you had said that on the phone, only a little over twenty-four hours ago, half delirious with no filter. And you could, you really could kiss him - right now.
The thought slipped in before you could even attempt to shove it away. He was asleep, so he would not know, right? It would not mean anything. It would just be- Just be what?
Before you could overthink this further into oblivion, you took your chance and moved.
With the smallest lift of your chin, you stretched your neck just enough to brush your lips against the edge of his jaw - soft, quick, more a whisper of a kiss than anything else. So light it could have been mistaken for a shift in your sleep. It was nothing, nothing at all, and there was no reaction. Good.
And yet your lips tingled when you pulled back, and your heart pounded so loudly you were certain it could wake the dead.
Overtaken by those awful, and wonderful, confusing feelings, you let your head fall back against his shoulder, infuriatingly allowing yourself to enjoy the closeness while it lasted, knowing it would burst the moment the alarm went off. Or Laurie cried for attention.
The thought drifted lazily through your mind, and only then did you realize something else. You had not gotten up once during the night. Had Randy let you sleep? Had he taken care of Laurie all alone? Letting you curl against him again and again while you caught up on your missing sleep?
There might be the faintest, fuzziest memory of him shifting beside you in the dark, the mattress dipping as he slipped back under the covers. You, humming softly, wiggling closer until you found his warmth again, like it was the only place you subconsciously wanted to be.
And he had not pushed you away, no, he had pulled you in.
-
Beeeep! Beeeep! Beeeep!
The alarm clock on Randy’s nightstand shrieked, tearing through the quiet of the early morning with absolutely zero mercy. You flinched, groaning in protest and squeezing your eyes shut for a second as the sound ripped you out of the second wave of sleep that had overcome you.
Honestly, you were not sure if you preferred that over Laurie’s wails. Neither was pleasant, but the alarm meant school - which meant actually getting up, getting dressed, and facing the outside world instead of rocking or feeding the baby and then crawling right back under the warm, soft covers.
Assuming, of course, that you had remembered to read the back of a certain manual and did not forget to change the doll’s clothes.
Randy jolted beneath you, his whole body going rigid for a split second before his brain seemed to catch up with what the relentless beeping meant. A groan left him as he dragged a hand over his face, blinking against the bright sunlight that slipped through the curtains. Still half asleep, he reached blindly for the clock, missing it once before finally managing to slam his palm down on top of it, silencing the awful beep beep beep.
Imitating a deer frozen in headlights, you did not move. You just lay there, still tucked against him, staring up at his face while your heart hammered so hard it felt like it might burst into a thousand tiny pieces.
You waited for the moment it would hit him, for the inevitable realization that you were currently in a position way too intimate to be explained casually.
But it never came.
Randy blinked a few more times, his gaze drifting downwards until it landed on you, still pressed against his chest, still half-tangled with him. For a second he just looked at you, eyes unfocused with sleep, like his brain needed an extra moment to process what he was seeing.
Then his expression softened, blue eyes crinkling faintly at the corner.
There was no horrified reaction, no sudden flight instinct - he just looked… a little bleary, a little bemused. Like waking up with you in his arms was not nearly as alarming to him as it probably should have been.
If anything, his fingers flexed slightly against your back, like some part of him had the instinct to pull you closer before the rest of him fully caught up.
“Mornin’,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep, the word slurring at the end as he swallowed the last letter.
You stared at him, bracing yourself. “...Morning.” Fuck, your voice came out way too squeaky.
He still looked weirdly content considering the situation. Like this was just… normal. Was he smiling?
Beeeep! Beeeep! Beeeep!
The snooze went off again, shattering the moment and giving you the perfect excuse to quickly slip out of his hold and roll out of bed, getting half twisted in your blanket as you gracelessly scrambled to your feet and darted towards the door.
“Bathroom- I gotta- I need to pee,” you blurted, not even sure if the words made sense, already running into the hallway, heart racing, face burning - leaving poor befuddled Randy behind before he could say anything.
-
The door was still half open from your cinematic escape - if every final girl ran like that, they would survive their sequels a lot longer, and a lot more often.
“…Huh.” Randy looked down at the empty spot beside him, the sheets still warm, the mattress dented from where your weight had pressed into it. His arm was still half numb from the lack of blood flow, and he flexed his fingers slowly, feeling the tingling sensation of circulation returning - but it was nothing compared to the tingle still lingering on his face.
God, how lucky he had been to wake up just enough. He could still feel it if he focused - the warmth, the softness, the faint hesitation of your lips brushing against his jaw.
Randy remembered fighting to keep his breathing even, terrified that if he moved - if he so much as twitched and showed a sign of being a tad bit conscious - you’d stop. He had spent years analyzing horror tropes, memorizing and studying every rule there was, but nothing, not a single movie had ever scared him as much as the possibility of opening his eyes and seeing you recoil.
So he had stayed still, kept his eyes shut, pretended to be completely gone.
And you had kissed him.
Slowly, he sat up, the blanket sliding down into his lap. He scrubbed both hands over his face as if he needed to make sure he was actually awake, and then he broke into a huge grin.
“…She kissed me.” The words came out quiet, breathless, full of elated, stupid happiness.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck as a disbelieving laugh slipped out. “She kissed me. She actually-” He stopped, shaking his head, like his brain could not quite process it yet.
For a moment he just sat there, staring at the wall while his mind replayed the scene over and over again - the way you had shifted in your sleep, your hair falling into his face, your warm breath fanning against his throat, the barely-there brush of your lips against his jaw.
Then his eyes drifted to the baby carrier next to the bed, where Laurie lay on her back, staring at the ceiling with her usual unblinking plastic expression.
Randy squinted at her. “…You saw that, right?”
Laurie did not react - which, honestly, made her a terrible witness, but he would take what he could get.
“Of course you did. You were right there. Do not even try to deny it,” he muttered, pushing himself to his feet and grabbing a random shirt from the wardrobe, his hands shaking just enough for him to notice.
“Okay, focus. It happened. She kissed me. Okay, not like- not like kissed kissed, but still - that counts. That totally counts. No platonic kiss bullshit, that was a real one. For sure.”
It felt like the physical continuation of that phone call from two nights ago.
I could kiss you right now.
You had meant it then. And you had meant it now!
He pulled his old shirt off and tossed it somewhere without looking, grabbing a fresh one from the chair and pulling it over his head, still talking like Laurie was a perfectly reasonable person to have this conversation with.
Tapping the side of his jaw, he added, “I felt it, right here. I mean, yeah, I was half asleep, but I was not that asleep.”
He reached for his jeans and stepped into them, hopping slightly on one foot as he pulled them up, still quietly rambling without pause.
“You do not hallucinate stuff like that, that is not a thing people hallucinate. That was not wishful thinking - I definitely know what wishful thinking feels like, believe me.”
Walking over, he lifted Laurie out of the carrier, automatically starting to rock her in his arms. The motion was pure muscle memory by now, something that had been engraved into him years ago when he had carefully held Martha for the first time when he was just four years old - but his mind was miles away from that memory.
“You know this is technically your fault, right?” Randy adjusted her against his shoulder, swaying a little as he spoke.
“If you had not kept her up half the night, she would not have been delirious enough to fall asleep on me. And if she had not fallen asleep on me, she would not have-”
He stopped, the grin creeping back, completely unstoppable.
“…you know.” He looked down at the plastic baby, suddenly feeling a strange burst of affection for the ridiculous prop that had somehow caused all of this in the first place.
“Good job, Laurie,” he whispered, bouncing her lightly. “You are a great wingman.”
hate to be that person but I kinda wanna focus on finding a job and my relationship rn. i think I'm gonna take a little break from Tumblr. You can still message me in dms, I'll be active there!! ✌️✌️✌️
as much as this mf can be insensitive and annoying, i think he would be ON YOUR ASS about taking your medicine, supplements, vitamins, etc. this man will literally memorize what you need to take, and when. he can't have you getting sick!!! needs you in the best shape possible
mickey taking you to a haunted house!!! i kinda feel like it would be one of those really high budget and intense ones, too, where they're chasing you around covered in blood and shit lmfaoo. you might actually kill him after when you fall flat on your face while being chased by an actor but you're having so much fun in the moment that you don't care
a part of the reason that mickey kills is because he's reckoning with his family's ties to the mafia. like, he wants to forge his own path soaked in blood for himself -- especially because his family members in the mafia were bumbling idiots about it, never "made" men. i think this would explain his dark personality and potential motivations for murder -- besides just having an affinity for it. he wants to be the most famous altieri -- largely because his ancestors failed.
collapsing cardboard boxes in the hallway after you move into your dorm... it's your first day of college tomorrow, and you're lowk freaking out?? until this handsome stranger asks if you need help, and ends up collapsing boxes with you and walking you to the garbage room... turns out it's mickey, you caught his attention, and now he has every intention of making you his girlfriend before he starts his spree 😈
What do we think about reader hooking up with someone from Windsor college and accidentally calls them Mickey,,, and it gets back to him?? How would he react??
tons of park dates with mickey!!!! grabbing beers and sodas and chips from the store and finding a patch of grass to sit around and chat for a while. it's honestly great for him on a serial killer budget too LOL
A little nsfw below the cut also again sorry guys we listen and we don’t judge
Okay maybe this is a niche want but being at a party or rave and sharing a lollipop with Mickey in between kisses. I’m thinking specifically cherry flavoured. Sucking on it whilst staring right in to his eyes and moving to the music. Pressing it up to his lips and kissing all the sticky cherry flavour away
Mickey getting hard when you’re watching a horror movie and a girl gets stabbed. The first stab he twitches slightly on the couch, then it happens again. The gorier the kill the more he reacts. And you’re just like 🤨
late night ice cream dates in the late summer/early fall. walking hand in hand and licking vanilla soft serve off each other and sitting on a bench talking until it's past midnight
The ground is still warm, but the air cooled down and there is no sun burning your skin - you still have to be quick to eat the ice cream, though, because there are already two stray streaks of vanilla running over your fingers that hold the cone.
Nothing feels better than to find a bench near some water, with your head resting against Mickey's shoulder, talking about this and that and nothing at all - just being together while the crickets chirp.
Sitting by the water, itching and complaining about mosquito bites, hands sticky. The sheer sense of foreboding, because Mickey hasn't started his Windsor spree yet. Everything will change after that summer.
