I love your works on Rusty Nail and it makes me love him more!
If you're free, can you do a fic where you're on a road trip with your son (Any name). Your ex-husband left you with another woman and you packed a few stuff to head to your friend's house to stay.
Your son is quiet and mostly plays on his side with toy trucks since he has a big interest for them. You decided to try and get his attention by telling him about the CB radio and decided to pretend you're talking to a truck driver.
That's when you accidentally dialled Rusty. You apologized, but your son got interested and wanted to try the radio. You ask Rusty if he can play along with your kid for a moment and he agreed.
Your son then began asking a few questions about trucks and truck drivers to Rusty and he replied back. After a while, your son fell asleep and you thanked him, saying that the kid's never been this chattery and curious before. You and Rusty talk for a moment, with you telling why you're on a roadtrip with your kid and where's the dad.
Finally, you two said goodbye and you hung up, heading near to your friend's hometown.
Meanwhile, Rusty looks at his front view mirror and see the tied up dad in a crate, trying to call out to you by your name. Rusty smirked, "So that's her name huh? Cute~"
Sorry if it's too long!
Hello there, anon! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. He is definitely an under-served and underappreciated character. Secondly, thank you for my first request! I'm so sorry it's taken a bit since it came when I was MIA from the site. Hopefully, you enjoy.
Breathe. In and out. A steady rhythm and something to focus on so that you wouldn't lose your composure. Breaking down in front of your son was not an option. Your own feelings about everything that had happened over the last near ten hours didn't matter. All that mattered was getting your boy bundled up and buckled up in his car seat so you could leave. Did you know exactly where you were heading? Not one hundred percent. An old college friend out to the northwest was willing to house you for a few days whIle you figured it out. An option you were beyond grateful to have.
“All right, buddy.” You gave Michael a smile as he looked up at you, gripping at the toy truck and the stuffed dinosaur that occupied the car seat with him. Reaching out, you lightly brushed some of his hair back from his forehead. “Are you ready to have some fun and go on a trip?” He nodded, giving a small smile, feet kicking lightly from where he was settled in. The smile felt more genuine this time, and you couldn't help but feel another swell of love for him. Assuring him that it would be a long trip but that you were going to have a lot of fun where you were going, you made sure one last time that everything was buckled before getting into the driver seat.
Bag of drinks and snacks for him in the passenger seat beside you. Check. Cell and cell charger. Check. Last of the bags of what little you could take stuffed into the trunk? Check. There was nothing left for you at the house. Your stomach churned with the thoughts of the custody battle that was likely to come, but that was a future problem. Your ex was too vindictive, clearly. Whether he actually wanted your son or not, he would likely bring you to court over it all.
Starting off, you watched the last twelve years of your life slip away in the rear view mirror until it was completely gone from sight. You had been blindsided when your husband had announced that he wanted a divorce and that he was having an affair. Shell-shocked. It had rocked your entire world. Everything had seemed fine. There hadn't been any indicators that he had been that unhappy or that he had been with anyone else. Your skin had crawled, knowing he had touched you the night before. Fighting was not something that had a place in your relationship ever before, but the situation had devolved into just that, with him following you around screaming. It was a side of him that you had never seen and one that you certainly didn't like. It had been slapdash from there to get what you could and gather up everything that you needed to bring Michael with you. The one person that perhaps your husband should have been more concerned with but couldn't seem to care less about as you packed. Finding a place to go was a little harder. Your husband and his family were the only family that you had left.
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you kept checking your rear view, alternating between checking on your son in the backseat and making sure you weren't followed. Perhaps it was a little paranoid, but after everything that had happened, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. As much as you would have liked to think that wasn't the case.
Michael was incredibly well-behaved, as he often was, as you crossed state lines finally. You had stopped twice for a bathroom break and had provided snacks. There were still a lot of miles to cover and hours left in the car before you reached your destination. He wouldn't stay entertained the entire time. So, you had to come up with something. Songs only went so far, and when that failed, you decided to play around with the old CB radio. There wasn't any intent to call anyone or actually use it. Just make a show for your son.
“Hey, Michael,” you started and quickly got the four year olds attention. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“We can talk to some truck drivers on this radio. What do you think about that? Is that something that you wanna do?” You could hear his feet hitting the seat, a sure sign of excitement.
“Really?”
“Yep, really. This is the sort of radio that is kinda like a phone. Every truck driver has one in their truck. It's how they can talk to one another.” You picked up the handle on the mic and made a show as if you were going to call out on the radio, but instead of pressing the button, you just spoke into the mic so it didn't go out over the radio. “Hello. Is there anyone out there who can talk?” Of course, no one would respond, but your son didn't know that. He was leaning as far forward as his car seat would allow him, eyes wide, and hands clutching tightly at his toy truck.
“Can you….can you try again?” How were you supposed to say no to such a request? This time, you didn't realize that the button was depressed enough that your voice was actually heard over the radio.
“Don't know the sound of your voice.” The voice that rumbled through the CB nearly made you jump, and you could hear your son gasp and clap in excitement. Well, shit. Clearing your throat, you realized that you would need to say something in return and be polite. The man was likely busy.
“Well, uh, I'm not someone who uses the radio all that often….I’m sorry if I'm bothering you.”
“Nah, you ain't bothering me none. Nice to have someone to talk to on a long drive.”
“Can we ask him about his truck?”
“If you really don't mind…” You paused for a second, glancing back at your son before giving in. “My son and I are on a road trip. And he loves trucks. He wants to be a truck driver when he gets older. Would you mind if he asked you some questions?” God, you hoped he wouldn't mind indulging your boy about a few things. Otherwise, this could turn out terribly. Things were already going to be a little rough by the time you got to your destination.
There was a few seconds of silence before the voice finally sounded out again. He sounded a bit amused, thankfully.
“Yeah, why not. Bet he's got some good questions.” For the first time all day, you felt some relief and just a hint of happiness. As much as you tried to shield Michael from everything, even at four, he could tell something was wrong. You pulled over to the side of the road for a moment so you could show your son how to use the mic for the CB.
“Okay, Mike. The truck driver is gonna talk to you, okay? When you want to ask him a question, you press this button and speak into this. But you gotta make sure to let go of the button because you won't be able to hear him otherwise. Okay?” You handed over the mic and watched as he looked at it for a moment before pressing the button.
“Hello, Mr. Truck Driver.” You had to suppress a small laugh. He was always polite, something that made you thankful. There was a pause, and you almost reminded him to let go of the button before the deep rumble of the man came back through.
“Evening little man. What's your name?”
“Michael.”
“Well, Michael, you can call me Rusty. I hear you got some questions for me.” You couldn't have been more grateful for the man on the other end of the line. He didn't need to show such kindness to your son. A small light in an otherwise dark day.
“What kinda truck do you drive? What color is it? Can you sleep in it?” The questions started going rapid fire. Before you could tell him to slow down, he stopped so that Rusty could answer.
And that was how the next hour and a half went. Michael was far more engaged and eager than you had seen him almost ever. It certainly went on far longer than you anticipated. You thought that it would peter out after about fifteen minutes, but the naturally shy boy seemed to find his stride talking over the CB and getting all his questions answered. Rusty, for his part, answered back with not over enthusiasm but a genuine enjoyment of having to answer the questions.
You found yourself glancing back when there seemed to be a lull.
“Still there, little man?” Michael was passed out, head hanging against the car seat. Laughing softly, you reached back for the cord to the mic and gently pulled it forward so as to not wake him.
“He fell asleep,” you offered back. “I really can't thank you enough for what you just did. I know it's probably the last thing that you wanted to do. That's the most animated I think I've ever seen him, so he really enjoyed himself.”
“Nah, nothing you gotta thank me for. It's nice to have something to focus on other than the road after a couple of hours.” There was a little untwisting of the guilt that you had felt in your gut when he confirmed that he genuinely hadn't minded. “You need anything, you can find me on this channel. Gonna take a guess and say it's just the two of you on the road.” The comment should have sent off warning bells but he had just spoken to your son for an hour and half, with you being the only adult he had contact with, so it was a fairly well educated guess.
“Yeah, it's just us. Thank you, really. Your kindness was a bright spot in the day. We thankfully only have about another hour to go before we are safe and sound.”
“Good. You get to where you are going safely. Roads can be dangerous this time of night.”
“You're a good man, Rusty. Thank you. I'll find a way to repay your kindness.”
“Ain’ anything to worry about. You focus on your boy.” The radio went silent after that, but it felt like a good ending to the conversation. Smiling to yourself, you felt a bit lighter as you finished the drive to your friends house. As much pain as you were feeling, you were granted the opportunity to remember that there were good things in this life thanks to the man on the other side of the radio.
Rusty chuckled to himself and glanced behind the seat to where the man was tied up on the floor.
“Boy, you must have really done a number on her. She didn't even bother mentioning you.” Amusement tinged the words. “I would say I'm doing her a favor by getting rid of you. Better for that boy not to know his father at all. He'll forget you soon enough.” He lit a cigarette and turned his attention back to the road, thinking of just how he could work out one of those chance run-ins with the woman and her son. The whimpers and pleas of the man just cemented those thoughts. It wouldn't be hard to get where she was heading from her husband in the back. The truck sped up through the darkness of the night, a new intent hanging heavy.
~Sliding in~ hello there! Random request but could we get a Billy loomis x reader where maybe his “mr bad boy” persona just breaks when she’s around him and the gang gets to see it for the first time? Idk I just think it would be cute
this is so cute i love this idea!! thank you for this. i have never written soft billy so this might be a bit OOC 😣maybe a bit too soft ? idk you tell me ,, hope you like it babes.
billy loomis. a name that commonly associated with all the bad things that happen around town. graffiti? billy. broken windows? probably billy. a building burnt down mysteriously? defiantly billy. he is every adults worst nightmare and he’s proud to have such a title.
but when the doors are locked and the blinds have been shut the boys sheds his outer shell and becomes his true self. his softer self.
only one person had ever witnessed this side of him and he preferred to keep it that way. but when she held him in her arms like he was fragile enough to break, he just couldn’t help himself. she was like the sunshine in his darkened world
“if it were me,well, i’d sneak behind the ghostface and when he least expects it i’ll pounce. i’ll drag a knife down his stomach and open it up , while he’s still alive of course”.
stu cringed at this comment and sydney looked sick to her stomach. tatum wasn’t listening, she has stopped listen minutes ago when the topic of murder even came up.
“jesus christ dude…”. stu knew he should’ve been accustomed to these comments from his best friend by now but they still caught him off guard after all this time. he helped the boy kill people for gods sake.
sydney on the other hand had a lot more to say. “how could you say something like that ? with all the shit that’s being going on ? you’re a fucking psychopath”.
billy shrugged. he spoke his mind that was one of his dispositions. “maybe you guys are just weak minded. this guy thinks he can take my life without a fight he has another thing comin i’ll tell you that”.
out of the corner of his eye he say y/n walking down the stone path towards the fountain. his heart began to beat a little faster and he did his best to conceal his excitement.
“hi billy, i missed you baby”. she spoke , sitting down between his legs. her back was against his chest “how’s everything”?
his expression immediately softened at her presence. billy wasn’t the type for public affection but today,for some reason, he lacked the control he usually managed to hold on to. he rested his head on her shoulder ,wrapping his arms around her waist. he enjoyed the closeness.
sydney was first to speak up. “your boyfriend exposed his sick fantasies to the group. i’m sure he’d love to share”.
she looked at him with curiousity in her eyes.
glaring daggers at his friend he kissed her forehead “dont listen to her babe, she’s just being dramatic”.
“billy told us his plan to murder the ghostface”. stu joined in , leaning forward with a shit eating smile on his face. “go on billy, tell y/n what you’re going to do”.
y/n looked skeptical. “my billy ? kill someone? i’m not sure about that”.
he held her a little tighter, so happy to have her in his life. she would advocate for him no matter what. for a moment he almost felt guilty for committing the atrocities he already had. almost
“and that’s why i love ya. you’re the sweetest girlfriend a guy could ask for”. billy peppered her face in kisses as she giggled.
tatum was at full attention now. stu couldn’t take his eyes off the scene he thought was not meant for human eyes while sydney was just in awe
once he realized they were staring he halted his movement, glaring at the three people beside him. “is there a problem”?
hello! i've been thinking whether if i should send this ask anonymously or not but sjhsgshs ;-; may i have a soft rz!mikey love note please? i don't have any specific scenario in mind but anything to do with cheering the reader on about school stuff or work would be cool, and please don't feel limited by the thing though! feel free to write whatever is on your mind! i love how you write (but still have yet to go through everything ;-;). take your time and thank you in advance! (｡・//ε//・｡).｡*♡
Hi!! thank you so much for your kind words about my writings <3 If you want you can send in smth on anon too and get two (or more) and ill never know! :D I hope this is to your liking and that it may brighten your day a bit! if i remember correctly, you have exams today, i wish you the best of luck and i hope they go well!
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Chleb, dearest,
Every day you get up and do what is required of you to build the life you want. I admire your determination, even though it all seems so very unsure to you. Meeting you has not only given me a purpose, but it has also made me feel safe to know that I have a home with you.
Please know that your efforts are noticed, and I have complete faith in your future success and happiness. Thank you for your gift the other day. I promise I won’t put anything else in the dryer… You have taught me much about life outside the sanatorium.
I found flowers, put them in a mug, hope they cheer you up when you get home. Don’t ask me where I got them.
Hi I’d like to request a matchup if they’re still open please! (If so, this may be a 3 or 4 part ask, if they're not open anymore then just ignore these asks!) I’m a straight female, around 5’4, with blue eyes, shoulder length brown hair that gets frizzy & curly in the humidity/when wet. I’m not into fashion unfortunately so I wear casual jeans & dark colored shirts usually. I prefer to plan things; excessive changes are hard for me to adjust to. I’m very independent, responsible, & reliable.
I’m sensitive & an overthinker, but tend to be logical still as I’m able to think things through from different perspectives before making decisions. I have attachment issues & can take a while to feel comfortable around someone new. I was born a Pisces & am INTJ personality type. My hobbies + things I like are walking trails, reading comics/manga/horror/fantasy books, watching youtube, going to the beach, browsing stores/bookstores, taking little road trips, learning new things, & napping. pt2
Watching and listening to everything in nature around me is relaxing as well especially since I live next to a river. An ideal partner would be someone I can feel safe around and protected by. Someone warm and who’ll be cuddly with me even if it’s just behind closed doors. He needs to be reliable, trustworthy, and patient with me. Hopefully someone with a few common interests. (pt3 final)
I match you with...
Jason Voorhees!
If you like the height difference, Jason is around 6'5 plus he would totally see you as a equal, not caring so much about height except when is a major factor for helping you. Grabbing something that you can't reach just makes him simply happy, bonus points for a blushy boy if you praise him or thank him.
Curly hair? He just loves the way it looks on you but he would be extremely shy to touch your hair or any other part of your body at the first stages of your relationship. You need to remind him that he can play with it or at least touch it. When he is more secure he would try new hairstyles almost daily in a very gentle way, he's a quick learner but at first your head was full of knots and failed braids. Sorry, Y/N, he never knew curly/frizzy hair would get like this so easily.
Jason would let you go to a near river in the camp if he's watching you from afar but is going to be harder if you want to go to the lake. Your style of clothes is great to live in the woods and staying with nature. Dark colours are a perfect blend with nature, blood and dirt is less noticeable in this tones.
Jason would like a partner who is independent and reliable like you. Apart from his insecurities that need so much patience and attention he needs someone who do things by their own so he can be secure with leaving you by yourself. Your INTJ personality brings this stability he needs.
He shares the fear trait of changes and meeting new people, so he would be very emphatic and patient with you. It would pass a year or more of knowing Jason before moving fully to the camp, he would let you stay a few days to explore the zone, always staring at you so nothing bad happens, of course. Nothing will hurt your sensible Pisces soul now, you can stay with Jason all the time you need to adjust and he would protect you faithfully.
You can have all the walks you want with him! He loves to grab your hand and wander around the area. Going outside with him would be harder because the times he left the camp didn't go as planned, but with many patience you can trick him into a store. Just DON'T TAKE HIM TO THE BEACH, that's a nono for him. Reading all types of books, watching different movies,napping and cuddling are his favourite things in the world to do with you. Read to him, please! He can teach you later many camp and outdoors activities to compensate.
I'm so happy to say that yours is my first match up, thanks for requesting :) Hope you like it!
Can you do a Mayor Buckman scenario or headcanons of what would happen if he were to meet his S/O after finding her locked in the trunk of a car of some soon to be victims driving through Pleasant Valley? He notices the car's tail lights have been kicked out and an arm is sticking out and weakly moving. She is dehydrated and on the brink of heat stroke from the Southern Georgia sun, but still alive. So Buckman saves her while the visitors are distracted?
This is honestly such a great idea, oh man, imagine how he would react to something as crazy as that?! Never in his day would he expect this. Let’s just right into it!
No Time To Die
The town had greeted their new guests for their ‘Guts ‘n Glory Jubilee’ this year in the sweltering Georgia heat, Buckman was already getting a good feeling about this year since not one car, but three cars filled with lost college kids stumble on their little town. Pleasant Valley would be eating great this year, the thought of their carcasses hung in the butcher window, being prepared for the barbeque. It brought a wicked smile to Buckman’s face as he stood there and thought of it. He was brought back when one of the male students had asked him about the facilities, to which he prattled off some excuse for them, then he beckoned to the girls of the town, who all gathered on the stairs and flaunted all that they had to the willing group, which once they had seen the look in their eyes. They knew the kids were sold on staying.
Everyone had gathered around and excited to have guests of honor for their yearly celebration, their mouths already watering at the thought of the taste. Granny Boone was already preparing refreshments and finger foods for their guests while the mayor was doing all the sweet-talking, making sure that they wouldn’t up and change their minds. A few other townsfolk gathered around their small group; a spunky short-haired blonde girl who went by Miss Peaches, two girls who could have been supermodels that were clinging to each other, and a young feisty child that went by Hucklebilly, had all gotten in closer to their mayor and stared up at the group of young adults. Then there had been a properly dressed young man who walked up to Buckman’s side, standing straight and gazing at all of the delicious options he had before him.
“Harper, my boy,” Buckman placed his arm around the young man’s shoulder and patted him, “please show our guests the best accommodations and make sure they feel...welcomed,” Buckman gave him that knowing smirk and allowed the man to guide a few of the ladies inside while their other friends followed, though one hesitated before walking in.
The town was anxious to get the festivities started now that they all agreed to stay, but Buckman knew that it was a process and it would take a bit of time to fully convince them all to let their guards down. He was walking around their cars and surveying the makes and models until he noticed that the bumper of one of them had been significantly damaged. The taillights had been busted out and one of the lights had actually been dangling from it, then his eye noticed the slight movement from the trunk door. There it was; a hand. Fingers wiggled slowly and weakly, but they were moving, they belonged to someone locked in the trunk.
This was a new thing for Buckman to witness but he was also very curious about how this would play out, so he beckoned over his eldest son, Rufus, to assist him with opening the trunk. The taller man quickly grabbed a metal pipe and jammed it into the crevice of the trunk, away from the hand that popped out, and sprang the trunk open.
That was when he saw you, a glorified hot mess, panting from the heat that was trapped in there with you. You couldn’t even move your hand from its spot, the bones and muscles so sore and in so much pain that it would hurt less to just remain still. Your tongue was so dry, your throat felt as if it were on fire, you couldn’t remember what happened or how you got to this point. You did your best to open up your eyes to see what was going on, but the heat was just too unbearable for you to even give a damn right now.
Buckman looked down at you and you barely stirred as you were freed from the extreme heat that was contained in the trunk, that was a bad sign for sure. You looked so beautiful despite the absolute shit you had already obviously been through. Your skin was bruised and blood had been smeared on your face, he couldn’t even tell if it was yours or someone else’s, but it was so dried and stuck to your skin that it flaked off when he ran his thumb across it.
“Damn,” he muttered and looked around, his eyes landing on Rufus. “Make sure those kids are occupied enough, don’t let ‘em leave,” he warned as he lowered the trunk to avoid suspicion.
Rufus agreed obediently and took off toward the main guest house, where he greeted Granny Boone in the doorway and quietly explained the situation. Her face rose up and stared at him with a horrified expression, but Buckman waved his hand as a dismissal, so she took the sign and went inside with Rufus. Buckman would have to take care of this himself.
He peered down at you and shook his head, his mind reeling with what the hell kind of people he would be dealing with, though they were insignificant Yankees that he and his townfolk would pick off one by one. You, on the other hand, were a special case in this situation, and he never figured he would be the one saving a life instead of ending one. With ease, he scooped you into his arms despite how heavy you should have been with your body being dead weight, your head cradled against his chest as he quickly made his way toward the old chapel where he and his family would hold meetings. It would be the safest place for you to be while the college kids focused on everything else but their obvious lack of religion, so he figured he would store you in the loft where there would be privacy.
Buckman carried you up the ladder and brought you ice-cold water, and once it hit your lips, your body came to life and you greedily sucked at the rim of the glass, sipping at the refreshing liquid. You had been so thirsty, you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a drink was.
When you were pulled a bit out of your stupor, you looked up at the strange man with a confederate eye patch, but you didn’t scream or try to claw your way out of there. He was your savior, he wanted you to live. Why? When you tried to speak, you coughed and could barely breathe as you tried to regain yourself.
“Calm down,” Buckman warned and placed a hand on your shoulder, “just drink and relax. You’re safe right now, just stay here and those little Yank bastards won’t find you, you hear me?”
His southern accent was rather calming even though you had no idea who this stranger was, but he was saving you and you had no words to say to him as the tears easily flooded your eyes. You mouthed out a ‘thank you’ as you gulped more of the water down, finally content with the amount you had. Once you rested your head back down onto the plush pillow that was placed under you, you looked up at the man again and smiled weakly.
“Thank you,” you said in a breathy tone, “you saved me. He was gonna kill me, and-” You felt another coughing fit come up, but you stopped yourself in time and took a few deep breaths. “I’m Y/N,” you huffed out, “I just...thank you.”
Buckman smirked and placed a damp cloth onto your head, doing his best to keep your body as cool as he could without sending you into shock. “A pleasure it is, Y/N,” he replied and patted the cloth all around your face. “The name is Buckman, I’m the mayor of this pleasant little town, and it just so happens that your captors came to the right place.”
He left off on that thought as he got to his feet and looked down at you. “Now I need to make an appearance in town, make sure those kids are nice an’ occupied, just keep here and I’ll pop in ta make sure you’re well and taken care of. Granny Boone will fix ya somethin’ up nice and good, get some food in yer system.”
You wanted him to stay, your nerves eating away at you, scared to be left alone. Your hand immediately shot out and gripped at his pants leg, your hand was shaking. “Please, don’t leave me,” you begged quietly, “what if they find me?”
He chuckled and knelt down to meet your gaze. “Don’t worry you pretty little thing, they won’t. I got you nice and hidden, no way they’ll find ya. Only ones who know about you here are the people I trust the most. You can count on us to take care of ya, I give you my word as mayor of Pleasant Valley,” he assured you as he placed his hand over his heart. “Now don’t you worry, I’ll be back right quick with some good ol’ home-cookin’.”
He left it at that and left you alone with your thoughts, the adrenaline drained from your system as you lay there in an excruciating amount of pain. But you wouldn’t be feeling much of anything if this random stranger hadn’t intervened. He promised to keep you safe yet asked for nothing in return, but that didn’t matter right now. You were alive and allowed to live another day.
Oh you're drunk? Then so is the reader! I would like to request drunk!reader x slasher hcs. Slashers and circumstances are your choice! Thank you! And have some pedialyte and a breakfast burrito on hand 😉
Hey!! thank you so much for this prompt!! it was honestly so fun to write and entertaining to imagine. So happy im back writing again :D So, I wrote for Bo, Freddy, and Michael :) I’ve been having real Bo thirst lately, so of course I had to include him!! I hope you enjoy :)
Bo
Let’s be honest, this boy is probably drunk with you
If he comes home and you’re drunk (fun drunk, that is) he gets giddy and either quickly starts in to join you, or relentlessly teases you
Drunk dancing in the kitchen (depending on the time of night, moving around and singing along turns into slow, soft swaying deep in eachothers arms)
That being said, poorly aimed kisses may be included,,,,
At the end of the night, when you're a stumbling, giggling mess, Bo is the one who’ll lead you back to your shared bedroom, arm pulling you close
At this point, y’all just fall in bed together
No changing or anything, the only adjustment is Bo pulling you close before passing out
You follow in sleep quickly while being held close to Bo’s warmth
In the morning, y’all will suffer the after effects together while complaining
Sleeping in late is a must
Freddy
Two words: endless. Teasing.
In your weakened state, you may even cry he teases you so bad
Not that his teasing is necessarily mean, you’re just sensitive ok????
When you start tearing up, he’s too busy laughing
Maybe he’ll feel bad in a minute. Very quickly he’ll be pulling you into a hug (still chuckling at your sensitivity)
Anyway, he is completely using you as a source of personal entertainment for the duration of your drinking
Don’t worry though, it’s mostly harmless, and you end up laughing too (even if tears are included during your lowered inhibitions)
Michael
He’s your silent support system
Quite literally, he is your physical anchor to any sense of reality
The second he walks in the room, you’re immediately out of your seat. All up in his space with a whine of “MIiiIcHHaELLLL!!!!”
While you’re attempting to climb him like a tree, Michael is standing with hands at sides plotting how to get you to go to bed
Nevermind, he doesn’t think, just straight up carries you
Hope you don’t have a weak stomach - you won’t even realize you’ve been picked up and transported
Michael would never admit it, but he thinks it’s absolutely adorable how clingy you get
He’ll make quick work of depositing you in your bedroom, all the while you're grumbling about how he’s the “fun police”
He may act annoyed, but it warms his (questionably existent) heart when you won’t let him leave the bed.
When you drink, you become his personal leach - somehow, you become insanely strong
Michael will not be getting up anytime soon
He may even drape an arm around you and pull you closer :)
In the morning, he’s prepared with water and medicine for you
