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entitled-fangirl · 4 months

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Anything for you, beautiful girl.

Felix Catton x virgin!reader

SMUT later in the story

Summary: The reader has a panic attack after being called names. Felix makes sure she knows how well she's loved by him as he talks her through it.

Warnings: cursing, p in v, fingering, name-calling by someone else.

Author's note: this is a mix of like nine different asks, so I hope it did them well enough together! ALSO, SWEET LOVEMAKING WITH FELIX IS THE BEST OML. Like he def talks you through it.

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Felix and Y/N had been dating for only a little while.

7 months, 22 days and counting.

Well, Felix was.

He still couldn't believe he managed to get the prettiest girl in school. And that, she was.

She was utterly gorgeous. But she had the habit of not giving many people the time of day, opting rather to be by herself. Felix had always thought that if she really applied herself, she could be the most popular in college.

…

She was supposed to meet Felix at his dorm after their morning classes, which was to be 12:20. She had gotten out of her's early, so she sat on his bed, watching her phone glow from a call from her mother.

Her parents were horrible people, and Felix often encouraged her to ignore their callings, like today.

But this was the fifth call in ten minutes. And even for them, that was a bit excessive.

So, she picked it up.

…

The time was now 12:30 and Felix was walking down the corridor of his dorm, nearing his door. He reached for the handle, pausing when he heard the muffled sound of crying through it. He pushed his ear against the door, trying to truly tell if it was coming from his room.

The second he recognized it to be her, he threw the door open.

And the sight startled him.

She laid on the floor next to his bed, her legs pulled up to her chest, her hands covering her face in muffled sobs and weeps.

She hadn't even heard him come in.

He immediately dropped his bag, kneeling down in front of her. He reached out with one hand, placing it on the side of her head.

She jumped, a small whimper coming from her throat as she finally looked up at him.

Her face was tear stained and her eyes were wide in fear. Her bottom lip quivered as she stared at him, her breathing beyond erratic.

But her eyes seemed to relax sightly as she recognized who he was.

Felix took a moment to access the situation, deciding what to do.

His voice was soft, a reminder of his gentleness for her, "…Angel? What's happened…?"

She simply continued to stare, her breathing too spastic to speak.

Once he recognized that, he sat himself on the floor completely, his worried eyes taking in her shaking frame. "Oh, Angel…" he cooed.

He gently pulled at her arms until he got her to sit in his lap. She then threw her arms around him and sobbed violently into his shoulder. "I…I couldn't… I didn't…" Felix tried to listen, but she couldn't even mutter a sentence through the tears.

He held her close to him, feeling her erratic heartbeats and worrying. "Hey…"

When she didn't respond, he reached up to cup her face, his voice stronger, "Hey."

She finally looked up at him.

"Angel… you gotta calm yourself. Breathe with me. Yeah, pretty girl?"

She let out a soft nod.

He pulled her hand onto his chest to let her feel his calming breaths.

Eventually, she got the pattern down, and her own breathing was becoming somewhat calm.

He lets out a soft sigh at the sight of her tears finally slowing. "Beautiful, tell me what happened. What started all this?"

She sniffled, shaking her head. She pushed her face back into his shoulder.

One of his hands came up to play with her hair. His voice was soft, "Angel, how can we fix this if I don't even know how it happened?"

Then he looked up, seeing her phone resting on the edge of the bed. His eyebrows furrowed. He reached up, taking the small phone in his large hands.

He saw the screen light up with missed call notifications from a 15 minutes ago, but then only 3 minutes ago was multiple texts, all from her mother:

"I meant what I said."

"Wait until your father hears about you."

An audible gasp came from Felix's mouth as he read the words. Some fucking family they were. "Angel…?"

She let out a soft hum against his shoulder.

He nudged her softly, "Angel, I need you to pay attention."

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She saw the phone in his hand and her eyes widened, "Lex… I… I'm sorry."

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, "No, Angel. You're not sorry. Because you don't have anything to be sorry about. Right? You didn't do anything, did you?"

She shrugged, "Mum sai-"

"-I don't give a fuck what your mum says," he said sharply. He let it sit before his voice softened, "I'm sorry, baby girl. I shouldn't yell at you. Your mum says awful things. Just… tell me what happened."

She sniffles, "Well, she called me over 5 times and-"

"Well, why did you pick it up, pretty girl?" He asked, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I think I was worried something serious had happened. I… I should've known better, Lex. That's why I'm sorry…"

His heart was breaking for her. His perfect little angel truly thought she deserved the horrific things her family always told her. That she was worthless. Stupid. Ugly.

And above all that, she still felt the need to apologize to him for it.

"Oh, honey. Don't be sorry for that. We can't help it sometimes. Now," he pulled her close, his lips close to her ear, "tell me what she said to you today."

"…Promise you won't be mad…?"

He almost scoffed. Mad? At her? Never. Her mother? Always.

"No, angel. I won't be mad at you. I'll never be mad at you. Tell me."

She sighed, "She said I was… that I…"

Felix leaned in, waiting to hear her finish.

"…she said I was a whore."

Felix froze. His voice was deep, harsh and unkind, his face mimicking, "You're. Not. A. Whore."

Her eyes peered up to Felix's, a visible look of worry etched on her face. "I... It's just.. I… It…"

"I know, baby. It hurts when someone you trust says something so vile." He leaned his face to be inches from hers. "You don't believe it, do you?"

She looks down, her eyes saying enough.

Felix looked to the side, his jaw clenched. A long breath came out from his nose as he thought.

She noted the anger on his face and was quick to try to counteract it, "Felix. I… I'm fine. Please…"

"NO."

She leaned back from him, surprised by his raised voice.

He sighed again, trying to reign back his mind, "You're not a whore, angel."

She smiled, her hands coming up to caress his cheeks, "thank you, Felix."

"I mean it. You're no whore. We haven't even…. Ugh… why does she think that?"

"We've been dating a few months and… I guess she just expects it."

He nods, "Sure, for most. But you and I aren't most, are we, honey?"

She nods, "I'm sorry for that, too."

He does scoff this time, "I would wait a millennium, if that's what it took. I don't care."

"And to think…" she said under her breath.

He tilts his head, "…'and to think'….what?"

She looks at him like a deer in the headlights, realizing he had heard it, "I… nothing."

He smiles, "Tell me, angel. What's on your mind?"

"I just love you, is all."

His smile grew. He leaned close, a hand caressing her face gently as he slowly connected their lips. The kiss was soft and slow, expressing every emotion the other was feeling.

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He broke it, "You're so beautiful, angel." He kissed softly at her neck, "I would worship your body for eternity if you will let me." The humming of his voice tickled her throat softly, "Mmm… You own me, princess. Let me show you what you are to me, yeah?"

She nodded.

He gently picked her up, laying her on the bed. "How far can I go today, angel?"

She placed a hand on his chest, "I want you to go all the way."

His eyebrows furrowed, "W….what?"

Her voice was a whisper, "Please, Felix. I want to. I want… I want you, please."

He sat on the bed next to her, "And this… has nothing to do with earlier?"

She shakes her head, "I… I decided that today I wanted… I.. I wore… um… other things for today that I've never worn before. Because I want this, Catton. Please."

He smiled, "Alright, baby. I'll do just that." He leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss. "I wanna make you feel good. Can I do that? Make you feel pretty like you already are?"

She nodded, "Please, Lex."

He didn't need to be told twice.

He gently pulled the clothes from her body, taking his time to watch her reaction closely. He half expected her to back out.

But she wasn't backing out.

He let out a low whistle under his breath at the sight of her lingerie. She wasn't joking.

She was beautiful.

"Oh, pretty girl… you make me so proud to be yours."

He leaned down on her small body, kissing her again.

One of his hands began to wander south. One finger broke the band of her underwear, and he pulled away from the kiss. "This alright?"

She pulled him back down into the kiss.

His hand wandered down her panties to her slit. He knew not only by the feeling, but the sharp intake of breath from his pretty girl.

He smiled, "Can I touch you, angel?"

Her voice was a whimper, "Please… p…please…"

He gently pushed a finger into her core.

He had never done this with her. And, judging from her reaction, she had never done this at all.

A low moan came from her throat as his second knuckle passed her pussy lips.

"Oh, honey. So pretty f'me. Yeah… prettiest girl I know…"

Once his finger bottomed out, he began to pull it back out, only to repeat the process.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing shaky.

She was a vision.

Felix couldn't stop the smile on his face.

He loved her so much.

And she was trusting him with everything she had.

"Alright. I'm gonna add another one. Think you can take that?"

She nodded through the feeling, letting herself be stuffed with his fingers.

He kissed her forehead, "Just getting you ready for me, yeah?"

Her hand reached down her grip his wrist, "Felix.. I.. I don't…"

"Pretty girl can't hold on anymore? That's okay. Let it out, baby. Let me hear it."

Her back arched as she came on his fingers. A small whimper came from her mouth as her toes curled involuntarily.

She slumped back against the bed, feeling him kiss her neck gently.

"Good. So good. You wanna stop?"

She shakes her head, "No, please. I.. I wanna do this…"

He nods, "Okay. We'll do it."

He stood, rushing to his backpack. He pulled a water bottle from it, bringing it back to the bed. "Here, angel. Drink."

She did as he commanded.

Once she caught her breath, their lips connecting once more.

…

"Think you can do this, angel?"

She nods.

"This is what you want?"

She nods again.

"I have to hear you say it, princess. Please."

"Felix, please. I want you."

His hips slowly met with hers as he sunk into her.

He couldn't help the satisfied breath that left his lungs.

She let out a small grunt.

He bottomed out, looking back at her. "Tell me, baby."

Her eyebrows were furrowed together and her breathing become shallow. "I.. it hurts, Lex."

He nods, "I know." He kisses her forehead. "I'll stay as long as it takes for you to be ready."

After a moment, she nods, her hand coming up to his chest, "Please…"

He smiles, "Alright, angel. This may still hurt a bit, but it'll feel good, too. I promise."

And with that, he began to thrust.

He couldn't stop the soft curses that came from his mouth under his breath. He couldn't help it. Seeing her so pretty under him like this alone could make him come undone.

She was no different. The pain turned into pleasure quick and she was arching her back to meet with his thrusts.

One hand of his reached down to push her hips back down, "Calm down, angel. I'll relieve you. I always will."

She nodded, small grunts and whimpers coming from her throat.

This moment was beautiful, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

He rested on one elbow, the hand on that arm coming up to her face, lightly tapping her cheek, "You gotta breathe. C'mon, baby. Breathe for me."

He was right. In all the pleasure, she wasn't breathing well.

Soon, he leaned down to her ear, "You close, honey?"

"S…s…so…so close…"

"Me too. God, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Do it, baby."

And she did.

He was not far behind, grunting as he came.

And the two simply stared at each other in awe.

"Thank you, angel."

"For what?"

"For trusting me this much."

He got up, throwing on his boxers. He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her alone in the bedroom.

She sat up on her elbows, her eyebrows furrowing.

She didn't understand why he'd leave like that.

He returned quickly though. "C'mere, princess. Let me clean you up."

He held a soft towel in his hand.

He gently cleaned her, kissing her temple while doing so. "How about a bath, beautiful?"

She smiled, "I'd love one."

He nodded, "Anything for you, beautiful girl."

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merowkittie · 7 months

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Art Therapist!Reader x Task Force 141

Summary: Today we’ll get to look at the first client, John Price.

Notes: I should comment that I’m not sure if I want this to go in a platonic route or a romantic way so we’ll see from here. Might make the readers decide. <3

I hope i capture all of the boys good, because I’m still fairly new writing for the cod men.. sorry if they’re very ooc </3

Oh boy.. writing this took a minute and I’m so not impressed with this one but trust.. this will get better :)

Do reblog, like, and comment to lmk what you think about this!

Thank you, sweets! 🎀

Part One. Client One: John Price.

The clack of your heels were heard through the halls as you smiled brightly, excited to get to know one of your new clients.

You had two sheets on a clipboard in your arms, a notepad in the other and a tote bag in your left arm.

You had some things you’d like to discuss with him, comforts, favorite snacks and tea. These are important you know! You always got the jitters when you had a new client.

Walking into your small office you sat your bag down on the side of your chair, and placed the clipboard and notepad neatly on your desk.

A sigh left your mouth and you rolled your neck around, trying to crack it and find relief.

“Mm.. ok, where to start..?” You mumbled to yourself as you looked at your bag and nodded.

Starting to unload everything you put your thermal cup filled with peppermint tea on your desk, a sketchbook, coloring book, and coloring pencils neatly into a pile.

Next you pressed the button on your work phone to hear all of your new voice mails and put lights on, in the dimly lit room.

You had two lamps that brightened the room with a nice yellow hue and a flower lamp on your desk that shined a pink light.

“Ms. Kate left a voice message, it says, ‘Good morning, you said 9:30 but we’ll be there a bit earlier than that. He’s adamant about being early to things. John is a very— He’s a man that likes to stay on the move you know? Keep that in mind. He likes his hands full. Anyways, see you around 9:20– 25. Thank you, Again.’ —”

You laughed at her comment, knowing well you like to have your hands full too and can’t stay doing nothing for too long.

The time on your clock stated 9:15, so they’d be here soon. There wasn’t much else you needed to set up in your cozy office but you decided to fluff out the pillows on the couch across from your desk and prep your notes.

Finally, after you killed some time drawing in your sketchbook you heard a knock on your door. There was quiet chatter.

“Come in please!” You called out, closing your sketchbook and looking up towards the door.

In walked in who you assumed was Kate Laswell and behind her was a handsome gruff looking man. He was very well built, a nice beard and mustache and he looked around the same age as the woman. He also had a nice ass but you shook your head away from those thoughts.

Standing up your walked around your desk and grinned widely, you stated your name and then, “It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you. I’m very excited for todays session if you couldn’t tell..”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’m hoping this goes smoothly.” The man, who you’re sure is John, smiles at you and nods approvingly.

“Yes, you won’t give her a hard time right?” Kate jokes and he shakes his head and raises his eyebrows.

“She should be worried about Soap. That man is a twat sometimes.” You chuckled along with him and waved your hand dismissing that.

You pointed to the couch and asked them to have a seat so you could talk to them about basics first and grabbed your notepad and a pen, sitting in your chair.

“Before we start, I want to re-introduce myself. My name is y/n, and I’ve been doing art therapy for three years. I have a degree in arts and a degree in counseling/therapy.” You waved your hands around as you talked.

Kate and John nodded at your words as you spoke and they seemed pretty impressed with what you said.

“Kate Laswell, John Price. It’s nice to meet someone enthusiastic like you.”

You smiled at the comment and then let the two settle in on the couch. Tapping your fingers in your desk you spoke again.

“Ok so, I’m sure you may have questions that you wanted to ask personally! Some worries and concerns?” You tilted your head to the side and smiled, “Or would you like me to give you a brief explanation on what I strive to achieve with art therapy?”

“It’s be nice if you explained it better.. I feel like this is too childish for a man like me.” John commented.

“Mhm, I understand what you mean. A lot of people believe that but it’s all about what works for YOU. Art is a form of expression that anyone can use. Why not incorporate that into helping others and finding yourself too, Hm?” You aided.

It was a bit silent in the room after what you said. John nodded his head, his arms crossed over his chest and pursed his lips, turning to face Kate.

“I like you. Hopefully the boys will too. God knows we need this type of energy with the line of work we’re involved in.” Kate sighs, “I’ll take my leave, and be back around.. 10:30?”

“Yes! 10:30 or you can come around 10:25. Either works for me, If it works for you,” You got up and extended your hand, “Thank you, by the way. I live my life as optimistic as possible and like to bring that into the workplace.”

Kate nods and shakes your hand. Her hold is firm and strong, she’s a kind woman.

“John, play nice.” She said, facing the older man, before leaving and giving you a smile.

After she left you looked at Price and clapped your hands together.

“Well, now I have some personal questions for you. These are about boundaries but I hope you do know we might have to cross them once in a while ok?” You sat on top of your desk this time moving your notepad and pen onto your lap.

John folded his hands on his lap and looked at you in your eyes. It was silent for a moment yet again, though you didn’t mind. If he needed time to formulate his words you’d give him all the time in the world.

He opened his mouth then closed it, with a huff he said, “There’s not many boundaries I have, I’m sure you’re supposed to start slow when doing these sessions, yea?” you nodded, “So I believe you won’t be asking too much about me yet, so when the time comes.. I’ll be somewhat of an open book.”

He smiled at you slightly, tight lipped and tapped his fingers against his knuckles.

You took a breath in, then let it out. Humming at his words you write down on your note pad:

‘Price. Little to no boundaries at all. Open book maybe by the third sesh.’

His eyes watch your fingers as you’re writing, he’s a bit tense, not really knowing what to do. He can already imagine Simon being worse than he is right now.

“Ok so! I do have a question that Ms.Kate didn’t really specify, and I forgot to ask. Is there a problem that’s bugging any of you? Or is this just to maintain a good mind set— or close to an ok mind set?” You put your hands out, trying to elaborate in a more understanding way, “For example, keeping your anger in check, having an outlet to let out heavy emotional burdens.. those types of things?”

John ran his fingers through his beard and tapped his foot on the ground, thinking on what you said. He didn’t exactly have any thing bugging him, he’s been working in the military for well around 18+ years and that’ll get you used to the atrocities you see.

“I’m pretty sure Kate had the latter in mind when doing these sessions. I know I don’t have much bugging me, I’m about ready to retire sometimes,” he joked with a laugh, “It’d be nice to have an outlet from what we do every now and then.”

You laughed with him and nodded your head. His words resonated well with you. Anyone knew that working in the military/army would drain you. Could leave you mentally unwell after years.

So you strived to understand and learn each and every one of these men. To hopefully be able to aid them in different, helpful ways.

“Well, im glad you think so! Now, I actually have something I want you to do today. It’s very simple.”

Pulling out a coloring book and some color pencils, you held them out in front of you, “So, we won’t be doing anything too big— yet! I have a coloring book here that goes based off of mood. It’s also a journal. I want you to write in this everyday, starting today, ok?”

John raised his brows at you and you raised yours back. He scratched his beard and looked down at the coloring book with different mood faces on it. He took a copy of one book and a pack of coloring pencils you offered after.

You opened up the book to the first page and pointed to the happy face. Underneath the face were lines and a quote that asks you why you were feeling the emotion you were feeling.

“Currently I’m feeling happy, I’ll take a yellow pencil and color that face in.” You explained simply, “I’m feeling this way because I’ve had my favorite tea, my cat cuddled with me this morning, and I’m looking forward to my new clients.”

Once you finished you turned the book around and showed John. “That’s all you have to do. Nothing too long, but if you prefer to do that I don’t mind. Just don’t give me a word or two. I want one to three sentences.”

You watched as he began to do what you did. He colored in the neutral face with a brown colored pencil and underneath he wrote two sentences explaining why he felt that way.

For the rest of your session you introduced yourself more and had him give you tid bits about his life and line of work. In your mind you wanted to have this space be as personal but comfortable as possible.

You talked a bit about your life as well, giving him insight into your day to day life and how your other sessions go sometimes without disclosing private information about your other clients.

Soon enough the time came to when he had to leave and your session ended.

As Kate waited by the door, you put your hand out towards John, “I hope to see that book filled out. If anything is bothering you after today, write it down and we can go over it, yea?” He nodded his head shaking your hand, and let out a gruff ‘yes’.

He left with that and you were alone in your office thinking over this mornings events. It was slow paced and simple. You didn’t like unpacking a lot of information on the first day. Over time they’d get more comfortable and the art part of this would help them express how they felt without speaking. Actions are always far bigger than words.

You cracked your knuckles and went back to your chair, looking through your schedule planner, tomorrow you’d have a man by the name of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Huh, what a name.

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cher-rei · 3 months

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afterglow- pt.5 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 5.4k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

notes: it's finally here!! only took like 70 years.

a few months had passed since you were first employed. it was now late november, and oh boy had it been an interesting yet stressful few months not just for you, but the team as well.

robbo and thiago were out due to injuries, and there was no telling when they were coming back. your mum was breathing down your neck all the way from london, asking when you were finally coming to visit seen as it's been nearly a year, your nephew alex was sick with chicken pox and in order to stay in your healthy state you decided to stay with your dad for 2 weeks.

and now you were sitting in the booth beside clara, your knee bouncing up and down as you watched manchester city eat your team up alive with 30 minutes left on the clock.

how fun.

oh, and did I mention that you and trent hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a proper conversation in nearly 2 weeks...

it was going so well. there wasn't really telling what "it" was, but you felt it. you felt it whenever he smiled at you, whenever he replied to you story or commented on your Instagram posts, when he would ask you to join him for his session in the gym instead of taking your break in the cafeteria— and sure as hell when he gave you that look.

the one you caught him giving you from the other side of the room. even if you weren't looking you could feel his gaze boring into your head and it took every nerve in your body not to look back at him. you were too afraid of drowning yourself in even more delusions.

but that bit of time that you shared was cut short after a surprise appearance at the luton match two weeks prior.

the surprise was dressed in a liverpool jersey with trent's number at the back and by the look on his face when he saw, it didn't take a lot for you to realise that it was his jersey.

you don't even know how she got into the tunnel, but she didn't waste a second and jumped into his arms. you watched his facial expression flicker from utter confusion to slight hurt. but why?

she pulled away from the hug and beamed up at him, "did you miss me?"

that was a sign to keep your distance.

there wasn't anything going on between you anyway. perhaps just a slight moment, a flicker of something more, but it didn't last, and you didn't bother either.

before you knew it, the ref had finally blown the whistle for full-time not too long after trent managed to score a goal. that boy was nothing short of a miracle.

"I think we need to consider putting haaland into a temporary coma," you suggested jokingly as you followed ali and virgil through the tunnel and of course only ali found it somewhat funny, whereas virgil narrowed his eyes at you.

you raised your hands in defense, "I was kidding."

the team's captain let out an unconvincing hum and opened the changing room door for you to enter before the post-match interview. he continued to go on about how the team just wasn't on their a game today, meaning that their heads were all elsewhere.

"we were nervous that's all, and I'm sure the stats will be more of a tell tale for that," he said and sat down on the bench with a sigh.

you let out a scoff, "save that for the interview not me. but seriously," your face scrunched in slight emphathy, "they were practically walking through you."

virgil sat up at the comment and was just about to answer when someone else chimed in. "first of all!"

your head dropped at the sound of cutis' voice as he entered the room. "you try running around for 90 minutes with expectations as big as virgil's forehead."

the room fell silent, and you immediately expected virgil to have curtis stuffed inside one of the lockers, but to everyone's surprise, he just nodded in agreement.

after a few minutes of banter, virgil left for the post-match interview, leaving everyone else to gather their things and get them to the bus which you were more than delighted to do. it had been a tiring week, work hours were insane even though you were barely at the office.

if you weren't prepping for the extra content that you'd be shooting the following week, then you were making phone calls to sponsors, answering journalists, finalising any media content that needed to put out on time or overseeing practices then you were sleeping.

even now as you were sitting on the bus beside dominik, while your eyes averted their focus from your laptop that was situated on your lap to your phone in your hand with clara's chat open.

"okay, I see you, multitasker," he said with an impressed chuckle that managed to make your eyes roll. he leaned over your shoulder a bit to get a better look at the email displayed on your laptop screen.

"dear ms carter," he began with mock enthusiasm. "regarding my previous email blah blah-- boring."

you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his lack of interest, knowing very well how he felt. "is this all you do? reply to boring emails?"

your nose scrunched in disagreement at the question. "without these boring emails you'd be living in shambles. and besides," a sigh escaped your lips as you finished typing your response. "my job is more than just emails. I get to travel, I get to meet awesome people--"

"--awesome people like me of course," dominik interjected with a grin and you pursed your lips.

"I was talking about literally anyone else."

"she was talking about me!" mo yelled from the back and you nodded in absolute agreement.

"so are you making the trip or not?"

you've been on the same phone call for the past ten minutes, trying to be reasonable with someone as stubborn as a 7-year-old before their bedtime on a friday.

and you were starting to think that winning this battle was pointless, because he'd get his way regardless.

"I have a busy schedule, bro I've been telling you this. I start filming today and--"

"--you can take two days off jamie. please."

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out onto the training field, where the camera crew were setting up, and giving the team a rundown of how today was going to play out.

"I still have a job to do you know? just because they're not playing doesn't mean I don't have things to do," your answer came out more sarcastic than you intended but he just wasn't listening.

"you're lucky that I didn't ask for you to stay the entire month and asked for a weekend instead. I'd be happy with anything at this point."

okay, he had a point there. and you were starting to get fed up with this back and forth, knowing that you weren't going to get your way.

you barely found time for yourself, but now that you though about it an off weekend didn't sound too bad.

you let out a sigh, "I still need to go back home to london to see my mum."

a loud bang echoed through the receiver end, "you'll find time to see her. the flight is already booked, you'll be gone by tuesday and back for thursday for your match. you won't be missing out."

once again, there was no point in arguing so you just hummed in response, a ghost of a smile present on your lips. "you better make that week worth it."

what was the point in staying for a few days? might as well stay from the tuesday till the following monday. you already told jurgen about it, complaining about how persistent the boy was being but the team's manager wasn't helping your case and instead suggested that you go.

"don't be boring jamie. it's not like we're going to die on this side without you."

"week??" the excitement was evident in his voice, and you tried so hard to fight back a smile, but what came next was enough to make you beam.

"that goal will be for you, i promise. i'll even do some stupid shit to make sure everyone knows that it's for you."

fucking sweet talker.

"shut up, I'm leaving bye."

when you ended the call, you were immediately called over by one of the directors so you could be miced up. you spent a few minutes running through the agenda for the team's newest series, Up! The Reds!

it took forever to think of a good name so don't even. you had the entire media team sit in for a meeting just for a good title until you just settled for this one. it was a process okay...

every week, along with Inside Training, an episode of at least 30 minutes would be uploaded where the team would compete in various challenges and games against each other with you as a host. so for this week's episode, you figured that you'd start out with a field day segment.

three legged races, sack races, an egg and spoon race, and musical chairs.

nothing like grown men doing preschool field day challenges.

spamjam._. added to their story

"welcome to the first episode of Up! The Reds!"

you heard a snort from the group of boys on either side of you. "that's the title?" curtis called out, trying to suppress his laughter and you forced a smile at the camera.

"how about you stop talking and let me do my job?" you asked passive-aggressively, the smile deepening into that of irritation and he quickly apologised and cleared his throat, ushering for you to continue.

when you were finally done with the introduction, you had everyone play a quick of rock paper scissors to split them into pairs for the first game, the three legged race.

"okay so we have kostas and macca, mo and ibou--" a laugh escaped your lips as you paired the two up and handed them the bandana, ibou taking it with a heavy sigh and a head shake.

he walked mo's way, complaining about how he was going to have him dragging on the floor but everyone was too busy laughing to even consider that slight issue. "It's for the entertainment, it's fine," virgil spoke up and pat him on the back.

you cleared your throat and got back to reading out the groups with a smile. "dom and jarell, cody and darwin, ali and virgil- oh I love that. joe and endo, and lastly curtis and shorty."

harvey walked past you with a look of disgust, obviously having to look up at you. "I hate you."

"what?" you bent down a bit and put you hand to your ear. "I can't hear you."

that had the entire media crew doubling over, and you couldn't help but feel a swarm of warmth spread through your chest. you didn't quite know why, but you didn't ponder and let the moment flow naturally.

once everyone had calmed down, you clutched tighter onto the last bandana in your hand when trent spoke up. "what about me?"

a smile drew to your lips and you lifted the bandana in your hand, waving it from side to side. "you're with me. it's bonding time. literally."

it didn't take too long for everyone to actually get into the line. the winners would be decided via process of elimination, two pairs at a time until there was a winning team. nothing complicated. the first pairs to compete with each other were ali and virgil, and kostas and macca.

the rest of the team sat along the side to watch the race, cameras out and excited smiles while they cheered for their teammates. the distance that they were wasn't too long you hoped, but you needed something good enough for their too be a struggle.

"ready... set... go!" you blew your whistle and they were off with waddles and screams of struggle. it was a mess right from the get-go and you loved every bit of it.

you watched as virgil and ali struggled, and surprisingly kostas and macca were in the lead.

while they screamed and tried to find a rhythm, nearly tipping over multiple times, kostas and macca's counting could be heard as they kept their determined eyes on the ground. "one, two. one, two. one, two."

the early afternoon air was filled with laughter and screaming as everyone enjoyed the array of games that were set out for them. from an absolute mess, and nearly breaking their legs in the three-legged race, and to the smart idea of playing catch with am egg, to endo rolling around in the sack to finish line instead of hopping, and to the wwe showdown of musical chairs that you won.

"you cheater," trent said as he got up from the floor while you sat on the last chair, a proud smile on your face as the rest of the team applauded you.

he walked over to you with a smile of disbelief, trying to argue his point. "you can't kick the chair away and throw me to the floor. that's such a foul."

you shrugged innocently, "tactics my boy."

you wrapped up filming after 4 hours, and you were happy to say that everyone had a good time. it was finally time to go home though, and you needed a shower immediately.

you bid your goodbyes to everyone and hopped into your car without a second thought, your mind drifting off until you got home to hear the most heartwarming call of your name.

"jamie!"

"alex!"

when you were done settling in for the evening, as usual, you spent some time cutting down on the clips of today's filming before you could send them back to the filming crew for final editing. you sat at your desk with one leg up on your chair covered by a blanket and some snacks as you watched through the clips.

you caught yourself laughing more than you hoped. you thought back to your time in the field during all of this, and a smile drew to your lips, then you felt your eyes fixate on someone. your eyes unknowingly followed his every motion, watching as the distance between the two of you decreased as you spoke to each other.

it felt a bit awkward at first when you partnered up with trent but as time progressed the atmosphere eased back into its comfortability. in the moment it didn't feel like much because your mind was occupied with other things but now that you were watching everything back, you could get a closer look at certain things. and then you caught it.

the look.

you were trying to help darwin get the egg on the spoon, standing nowhere near trent but his eyes were on you. a glint of something in his eyes. but that was the issue.

it was only something. the feeling was frustrating, and it was worse that you couldn't even act on it. he had a girlfriend or whatever she was. her name was skylar, and judging by the look robbo gave her the day she came back— she must've done something wrong.

normally you would let this thing with trent play out and entertain it out of curiosity but you had to push your feelings to the side and suck up whatever pride you had and accept that he had someone... kind of.

a heavy sigh left your lips and you ran your fingers through your hair. "fucking hell jamie."

just as you were about to shut off your pc and take refuge under your bed covers, your phone began to ring. it was almost pitiful to see how quickly you answered the call the second you saw it was trent.

"hey, are you busy?"

your breath hitched at the sound of his voice.

pathetic.

your eyes roamed your room in contemplation. "uh, no. I just finished cutting down some clips for editing." you blinked a few times at the silence, "why?"

trent's chuckle vibrated through the speaker and you swear you could feel it in your stomach. "I just felt like calling you."

your eyes widened a fraction. "oh."

OH????

"yeah." there was a beat of silence, neither of you knowing what to say. "do you want to go for a drive?"

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cybrpwup · 1 year

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ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ || ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄᴡʜʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

isaacwhy x reader !

warnings; smut summary; Movie night with the group. Isaac is a cheeky bastard Requested?; Yes ! f/m = favorite movie

It was movie night with the group. After you moved in with them, it's been sort of a tradition to watch a movie together at least once a week. As if you you weren't together all of the time.

"I call the end" Nick called; it usually started with fighting over a spot on the couch "You got it last time." Larry called; no one liked being squished in the middle of everybody.

"You and Y/n got it last time." Nick bit, claiming his spot on the couch"Then make Y/n sit in the middle." Tanner said from the kitchen, removing a bag of popcorn from the microwave

"if she's in the middle then i have to be in the middle." Isaac called as he walked into the living room from his bedroom.

They bickered on for a few more minutes before all of you got situated in a comfortable position; Tanner in the corner with Larry in front of him, resting his head on Tanner, Nick at Larry's feet. His arms crossed and his feet resting on the ottoman. Yumi sat next to Tanner and Isaac sat at the end of the couchIsaac had pulled you down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You never had a movie pre-picked so it took you well over the normal amount of time to pick a movie. The movie picking part of movie night never went without arguing.Popcorn was being shared in 3 large bowls on both sides of the couch and the middle

"Okay so this time don't ravage all the popcorn before the movie even starts this time" You joke and Isaac chuckles from behind you.

You pull a blanket onto yourself and Isaac pulls it around his legs, trapping you under the blanket. You clear your throat, "What do we all think about f/m?"

"Again?" all the boys say at the same time which makes you giggle "yes, I like it and we'll spend too much time looking for a movie again!""I don't care what we watch." Nick says, his mouth already full of popcorn, "Tanner? Larry? Blake?" You look at them waiting for an answer. You get thumbs ups and nods from them.

"I don't get a say?" Isaac questions, sounding offended, "No, you have to watch what I wanna watch."

Just over 30 minutes into the movie, most of the popcorn was finished and the bowls lay on the ground, you had a bowl still in your lap.You were a bit surprised at the feeling of lips against your neck, letting out a gasp. Your head immediately snaps towards the other members, but when you see they didn't hear it, Isaac still kissing your neck, you turn your head and he pulls away "you scared me." You whisper.

"I'm bored." He whispers back as you notice his hand slipping past your panties and towards your heatYour hand instinctively grabs his wrist, "Isaac, not now." You hiss quietly, although now that the thought was on your mind and Isaac's hand was so close to touching you, you could already feel yourself becoming wet.

But as his finger rubbed against your heat, it was hard to say no. As he slid two of his digits inside you, you held back a moan and instead let out a low whine and you threw your head back.

Isaac snaked a hand over your mouth "quiet." He whispered, motioning to the others who had their eyes glued to the TV screen.

You nodded your head and he took his hand off of your mouth although you wished he kept it there because it was extremely hard not to make any noise as the male pumped his fingers in you. It was hard to keep in moans and whines as pushed himself deeper into you.

Your eyes stayed on everyone else the whole time. The risk of being caught was thrilling to the two of you.Feeling Isaac curl his fingers deep inside you made you yell out, "Isaac-" you immediately realize that you were louder than you intended when heads turn to face you.

You clear your throat "s-stop stealing my popcorn." You improvise in the most convincing voice you could.Isaac just chuckles, hiding his face in your neck. After attention is back on the screen you turn to Isaac and you hit his chest, "that was your fault, asshole." You hold back another moan as he continues fingering you, biting on your neck. It wasn't long before you had melted into your boyfriends touch, grinding your hips against his fingers in an attempt to chase your high. You pulled the blanket up to your mouth and bit it to keep you from making any noise. All of a sudden his movement stopped. Your chest heaved up and down as you turned your head to him."are you serious" You pant in a hushed voice, annoyed that he was doing this right now. He just placed a kiss to your neck and hushed you, "I'm watching the movie."

By the end of the movie Nick was snoring away, movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention and your head turns to look; Everyone was getting up and stretching, ready to go to their own rooms. Before leaving the living room you all exchanged goodnight and hugs. You pulled a blanket over Nick's sleeping body before you left, "Goodnight" you say light-heartedly.

"Come here." Isaac hums, a lamp lighting up his features as he sat on his bed, tapping his lap gently.You smiled excitedly as you sit in his lap, Isaac's hands rest on your hips as your legs bend on either side of him "it's late." He says quietly, playing with your hair "But, if there's something you wanna do you can tell me." He said being bold, chuckling at the expression on your face.You went bright pink, embarrassed that he was gonna make you say it "Y-you tell me" You stammer.

"Tell me, my love." He whispers into your ear giving you butterflies in your stomach. You could feel his hard-on growing through his clothes as he examines the hickies given to you and kisses over them, making a couple new ones "Please-" You whine, desperately trying to get any friction you could on his clothed member."You can do it." He coos and holds your hips still which earns a loud whine, "I want you...please.."Thats good enough for him and he hums, "Eager?" He stood up leaving you on the bed. He removes his shirt and you can't stop yourself from staring. God he was gorgeous.he makes his way towards you, standing in between your legs. He leans down a bit to kiss you, slowly pushing you back onto the bed as he deepens the kiss. Your hands find their way to his stomach, chest and around his neck.He pulls away, eventually out of breath and starts kissing down your neck, abusing your sensitive spot. Tiny moans left your mouth as he did, your fingers entangling in his hair “Keep it down, you don’t want anyone to hear you” he went back to leaving hickies. You didn’t care if you were caught, the risk of being caught turned you on even more than you already were. You tug at his joggers, growing impatient at his slow speed “Off," You mumble into a kiss, then add, "please."

He laughs and stands up one more time to remove his remaining clothes taking your shirt off of you in return. He began kissing your chest as he fumbled around with your bra strap. You arched your back a bit as to make it easier to get the strap undone. Your arms trailed up and down his bare chest, eventually going up and around his neck again as the two of you kissed. His hand made its way into your pants, rubbing your womanhood through the fabric of your panties which caused you to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes wandered to his, a slight blush painting your cheeks. The two of you continued to kiss, leaving hickies on each other's necks that would be difficult to hide later. You catch yourself admiring him. You’d seen him like this many times before but each time felt as if it were the first. “Like what you see?” he chuckled which brought your attention back to what was happening. He teased you, rubbing up and down your thigh and around your womanhood. You let out a whine “Isaaac” He only smirked, inserting a finger into you. You bit down on your bottom lip holding back a moan. That quickly escalating to him putting 2 more fingers in, thrusting them in and out slowly and then proceeding to go faster. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. You frankly didn’t care if anyone heard but Isaac seemed to, ‘cause he put his free hand over your mouth “Shhh” He seemed to be teasing as he thrusted faster making you arch your back. "Mhh Isaac~” You were muffled by his hand but you moaning his name seemed to turn him on even more.You were on the edge, letting out louder moans as he rubbed your clit with his thumb whilst his fingers worked to pleasure you. Just as you were about to give in he stopped and you finally had time to breath and yet you were disappointed “Stop doing that!” You huffed looking up at him to be greeted by him stroking his member “Thought we’d try something else” He queried as he lined his member up to your entrance looking at you for permission. You gave him a nod of the head and he thrusted into you and you chewed your bottom lip which was always a habit of yours. “Ah- y/n” He groaned, his hips colliding with your thighs. You moaned louder than you had meant to but you didn’t mind right then. Isaac let out a groan as he thrusts into you and your arms wrap around his neck, face buried in it. The vibrations of your moans hit Isaac's neck as you bounced yourself onto him "fuck, baby." He groaned, trying his best to keep his voice down, his hands on your hips.Isaac forced your head away from his neck and attached his lips to yours, catching all your moans.Your fingers dug into Isaac's shoulder as you felt yourself coming close "Mm Isaac." You moan as you tighten around him"C'mon, baby, you can do it."You scratched at his back as you rode out your orgasm. Isaac pulled out of you and started stroking his member until he came on your stomach.

Again, you had to catch your breath before being able to talk again "fuck, Isaac" you panted and he chuckled "Let's get cleaned up and get some sleep, hm?" You hummed in response closing your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Goodnight, Isaac." You smiled, kissing your boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, "Goodnight, my love."

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jacksdinonuggets · 4 months

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Caregiver Lucifer

Wow another fic where charlie is overworking herself? sooo original...

thats basically the plot. Please request something so i stop doing the same plot so many times.

Things at the hotel were stressful as usual. Charlie was trying to come up with plans and evidence that sinners could be redeemed while Vaggie had to stop everyone from fighting or Angel from getting everyone uncomfortable. He really needed to know about boundaries.

However, Charlie didn’t feel like taking a break. If she would then she would be in a block and no longer come up with ideas. It was a common thing that happened to her.

As she was doing more paperwork and coming up with plans in her office area, her phone rang. She saw the caller was her dad and picked it up.

“Dad?” She answered tiredly. She really hoped he wasn’t calling to tell her about his new magical rubber ducks.

“Sweetie! How are ya? You doing good, I hope?” He asked in his usual upbeat attitude.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” She absent mindedly replied, not paying attention and instead focusing on her work.

Lucifer frowned from the other side of the phone. It didn’t seem like she was okay. Usually she pays at least a little attention to what he says. Something must be up, he concluded.

“What's the matter, Charlie?” He asked. Upon barely hearing it, the girl was caught off guard.

“Wh-what? Could you repeat that?” Charlie said, wondering if she heard that right or was just too tired.

“I said, what’s the matter? You seem upset,”

“I-I’m not upset! I’m just,” She yawned, “working,”

“Yeah, but its sounds like you’ve been at it for a while. Something must have happened if you aren’t taking breaks,” He said, concerned.

“I’m fine, Dad. The hotel is just… stressing me out a bit but i’ll be okay,” she promised.

“What about doing that thing you told me about a while ago, age re-pression?”

As much as Charlie would love to just be little and have her dad take care of her, the hotel and her people needed her. Heaven’s genocide was coming up very soon and she needed to be prepared.

“It’s age regression, and No. I don’t have time to be a stupid baby, its a dumb coping mechanism anyways,” she told him, getting a bit annoyed. She didn’t mean to have an attitude towards him, she was just really anxious and unfortunately took it out on him. She also knew she shouldn’t have called it stupid. It wasn’t fair to her little self inside of her. She was just trying to push it away.

“Hey, Its not dumb! Vaggie told me it helps you a lot. And if it helps, its not dumb,” He said.

“Whatever, I’m busy and need to get back to work, I’ll talk to you later,”

“Well, bye, I love y-” Charlie hung up the phone before he could even finish saying goodbye. She knew it was kind of rude but she just couldn’t handle it right now, especially with the fact that he brought up her coping mechanism. Now that she was aware of it, she wanted to do it more than anything.

Back at Lucifer’s place, He knew something was up. Charlie never acted this disrespectful and gloomy or from what he’s heard. He wanted to go visit her in person to see how she was doing. Besides, he needed to get out of his rubber duck house and into his daughter's life. But before he left, he had an idea. Grabbing his sewing kit, some fabric and yellow fur, he began to work.

He showed up 30 minutes later to the Hazbin hotel with a medium sized gift box in his hand. He opened the door and saw Vaggie pacing.

“Hey, Vaggie, What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Charlies been stuck in her office for more than 3 hours now. I’m getting worried but she won’t come down or even talk to me,” She explained.

“I’ll try to talk to her, okay? Don’t worry too much, you’ll feel sick after a bit,” He told her before heading upstairs to her office room.

He knocked on the door but didn’t hear a response. Another knock and she answered.

“Go away, I’m busy,” a muffled voice from inside the room said.

“No, I’m worried about you, Apple pie,” He answered back.

“Dad?!” She immediately knew it was him due to the apple pet-name. She opened the door and saw her short, king of hell, dad, in front of her.

“What- what are you doing here?” She asked.

“I told you, I’m worried about you. You don’t usually give me an attitude and that concerns me,” He sat her down on one of the couches inside and sat next to her.

“Here, I made you something. I hope it helps this stressful situation,” he gave her the gift wrapped box. She held it in her lap before taking off the top. Inside was a soft, stuffed ducky. It looked very similar to her old baby stuffy. She used to go every where with that stuffed toy. She wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. But once she grew older, it disappeared. No one knew where it went but Lucifer seemed to have gotten in a fight with Lilith that night.

“Is- is this Quacky?” she asked, voice cracking a little. She was slipping very quickly.

“Not really, I tried to remake him since we lost the original. Is it okay?”

Charlie took Quacky out of the box and gave him a big hug. He was soft and warm, just like the original.

“Thank you…”she mumbled.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I was hoping it’d help you regress,” He explained. He really wanted his daughter to know that she was safe with him and allowed to be herself around him.

“O-okay, I guess i can,” she finally agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay a big kid any longer. Lucifer was ecstatic. His daughter liked him now! She led him back to her room where she kept all of her stuff. She took out her pacifier and plopped it in, fully getting in the headspace.

Once Lucifer poured apple juice into her sippy cup so she’d stay a little bit hydrated (water is better but he’s spoiling her), she handed him a red onesie

“Oh, do you need help?” he asked to which she nodded. He made quick work of changing her into the onesie. He couldn’t help but awe at how cute she was in it. The onesie with the pacifier was so adorable on her. She quite literally looked like a little toddler.

“Aww, who’s a wittle baby?” He picked her up from the armpits, making her giggle.

“Me!” she answered, laughing. His eyes teared up at the pure adorableness that was going on.

He put her back down again and she began to play with a few blocks. She was very confused but had fun learning the shapes and colors. She dug through her bag as she got bored again and found a big fidget toy. She sat down again and began playing with it. Her attention was fully on it, not getting bored of the squeaker button once.

As Lucifer watched, he noticed how her hair was very messy now that it was down and really needed a combing. So he summoned a brush and sat behind, softly combing it through her hair as she played with the toy. She would giggle every time the bristles would tickle her scalp and flap her hands.

Once he was done, Charlie flopped onto the floor and began sticking her limbs in the air. Lucifer had no clue why she was doing this but it was so cute that he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Is not funny!” She sat up and spat out her pacifier and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sorry, my little apple, I wasn’t laughing at you, though,” He ruffled her hair and handed the pacifier back. She looked at him with a glare but took the pacifier anyway.

As Lucifer cared and played with his child, he realized how much he missed out on during her childhood. He was always working and she mainly grew up with Lilith. It wasn’t fair for both of them. And now, he could finally spend some time with the baby he neglected.

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l0starl · 7 months

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𝐁𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 iii

-𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨 𝙄’𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

‼️𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 3 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲‼️

this the last part anyways 😋

PART 1 , and part 2 is linked in part 1

this took so long because I ran out of ideas IM SORRY-

I used Spanishdict so correct me if some stuff are wrong

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 to lovers?????

sᴏɴɢ: ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ (ғᴇᴀᴛ. ᴋᴀᴀsʜ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ)

ʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ 🌚

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Warnings: Cursing i guess 😶, mention of guns

The smoke filled the room as you saw the neon purple lights illuminating the room…

Prowler?

You feel your hands being untied from the chair, another prowler comes in, guessing the original one..

After the prowler unties you, he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack and proceeds to leave, you would argue, but you don’t have the energy for that right now..

“Why you always gotta drag someone in your shenanigans” you heard the original prowler speak

“I ain’t drag em, they’ll be fine” prowler responded as she carried you like a sack of potatoes.

You could barely speak so you stayed silent and watched them argue, it was honestly so irritating, their argument was stopped abruptly from another explosion was heard nearby inside the building.

“There they are! Get them!!” One of the men yelled as they started to fire their guns

Bullets echoed through the room, your ears start to ring.

“Damn it we gotta go!” The prowler shouts

Bullets flew through the room, they quickly made a run for it.

“STOP THEM” the man yelled as shots continued to fire.

They run down the hall, sprinting for the stairs, gunshots echo throughout the building.

After they outrun the guards they make it to the rooftop, it seems your at the old alchemax building, the roof looks a bit run down but overall it looks stable

“Where the hell are we goin-“ you spoke but the prowler cut you off.

”Cállate, “shut up” we’re taking you home” the prowler spoke

“Alright damn! Don’t gotta cut me off” you muttered

“no eres hábil” “you’re not slick” he snickered.

You scoffed in response, but something about the prowler’s voice seemed familiar, you couldn’t quite figure it out. But whatever it was, you’ll figure it out eventually.

Soon after they dropped you home, this is a night to remember since you literally got kidnapped….but at least your home now and safe!……..right?

The next day at school the news spread like wildfire, left and right kids were asking “How was it like” “Did ya get to see the prowler’s face” Honestly these questions were getting irritating.

You spent most of the day avoiding people, but one person always managed to find you..

Miles

“Heard the prowler saved ya” Miles mocked

“Not now miles! I don’t need your bullshit” you retorted

“Don’t get so pissed off” he sneered

You scoffed completely ignoring him, though….

How did the prowler know where you were?

You went to class avoiding anyone who asked questions about it. It was pretty annoying but you just had to learn to deal with it for now.

You quickly sat down, not bothering to look in miles direction, but he always found a way to annoy you.

you were losing your mind, miles hasn’t stopped, neither had his determination. He seemed so eager to piss you off and all you do is stare coldly as you try to ignore him every time.

“How do I have all my classes with this guy” You grumbled to yourself in frustration as you stare at the clock, watching and waiting for class to end

Tick - Tok - Tick - Tock…..

each minute goes by slower and slower, you weren’t paying attention to class at all, that is until the teacher called on you…

“Pay attention!” The teacher scolded

You grumbled but cooperated at least, 30 minutes later class ended. You were walking to your next class, since miles literally has the same schedule as you, he took pride in annoying you as much as possible, sure you guys could make up, but why would you? All for a stupid sketchbook, maybe you’ll think about it.

“Geez miles you could always be nice enough to give me a break” you groaned as miles walked behind you

“Nah, you’ll be fine ma” he smirked

You rolled your eyes, as you walked into Spanish class right alongside miles.

“tú ambos eres tarde “you both are late” “ The teacher scolded, as she gestured you to both sit down.

You both took a seat, the room was awkwardly quiet, it’s not the first time it’s been like this. Ever since the start of the school year, it’s always been so quiet, what makes it worse is that the a/c barely works!!

“You good ma?” Miles glanced in your direction

“yeah I’m good, just hot in here” you groaned

He chuckled in response, for the rest of the class period you layed your head down on your desk as you slept for the remainder of the session. Thank god this was the last period for today, you were planning to just stay in bed, but then you remembered that moment with the prowler…

How does he know where you live?

Maybe it’s just a coincidence?

Does he know I saw?

What about yesterday, how did he know where I was?

did he know it was gonna happen?

Questions spiraled in your head constantly, it’s not like he would answer them himself, but one question stood out from the rest, something that jus might be right in our faces…

Why does he remind me someone?

After the bell rang you left the class immediately, not wanting to handle miles shenanigans, but he probably has a feeling what your silence has been about…

You ran to your bus stop just in time before the bus leaves, you sat near the window seat and sighed of relief, lately, the crime in the city has been skyrocketing, the sinister six cartel have been more active at night, and the prowler hasn’t been able to keep up much, but at least he still tries..

The city is becoming more dangerous every single day, more people are going missing, or found dead somewhere….

You look out the window examining your surroundings, some of the city hasn’t been affected by it, but good things don’t ever last that long….

The bus came to a stop, you walked the rest of the way home with thoughts swirling through your mind…

Later that night their was a knock at your window, which doesn’t make sense since your on the second floor? You look out your window and there he was

“Prowler?!?! What the hell are you doing-“ you spoke

he covered your mouth with a irritated look, as he came inside he spoke with a distorted voice, maybe from the mask?

“I need to speak to you about something important” he responded

Few hours earlier with miles

“MILES! You actually wanna tell them that?” Uncle Aaron spoke annoyed

“Yeah, it won’t be much of a problem, what’s the worse that can happen hm?” Miles responded

“Alright man, but if something happens it’s all on you, I won’t be able to help you at all” Uncle Aaron retorted in a serious tone

He nodded as he suited up and headed towards the building near your house…

Now the present

“Then tell me what you gotta say!” You responded impatiently

He chuckled as he removed his mask, his braids fall over his shoulders

“Hey ma, surprised to see me?” Miles had a smug grin on his face

You were taken aback by this sudden news, that’s why the prowlers voice sounded so familiar! You would have never guessed it was miles…

“So your the prowler huh? And why do you have the need to tell me?” She responded confused

“Yk, I just felt like it, plus I take great pride in annoying you, plus I get to drop by and annoy you even more” he snickered as he ruffled your hair.

You groaned smacking his hand away

“Is this about the sketchbook?! If it is can we put that behind us now?” You replied

“Hm, maybe, but only if you apologize” he responded

“For what?! You should’ve just done the project in the first pla-“ you retorted

“Apologize, we wouldn’t have a problem in the first place if ya didn’t snatch it” he responded amused but slightly annoyed

“Fine I apologize, can we finally put this behind us now?” You said with a irritated voice

“Yep, I guess you can say we’re friends now” He smirked

“No, just acquaintances“ you cut him off

“Friends it is” he says, completely ignoring your answer

You both ended up sharing mutual interests, you both grew to become best friends…..

Maybe even more…..

#miles 42 #prowler miles #miles g morales x reader #42!miles x reader #42!miles morales x reader #atsv fanfiction #earth 42 miles x reader #prowler miles x reader #miles g morales #miles g #42!miles #miles gonzalo morales #atsv x you #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #black!y/n #black!fem!reader

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Secrets of a 30-Year-Old Flyboy — ch. 3

Fake Roonix, Secret Hangster | Words: 780 | Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, sickness, miscommunications, and boys being stupid.

"They said he had a dangerously high fever, and his appendix burst. That's all I got before they rushed him into surgery." Tears had gathered in the blue eyes behind glasses but he was trying to hold them back, keeping up appearances. Bradley had looked so similar to after the accident, blood on his face and unconscious.

Stepping closer, Mav wrapped his arm around Ice’s waist and leaned into his side. He held him tightly. Mav knew what Ice was remembering. “It’s not like that this time,” he murmured to him. “Appendixes happen all the time. It’s routine surgery.” Maverick didn’t voice that he was worried about the fact that Bradley had been in the air. He’d been sustaining G-force pressures with a bad appendix. What kind of damage did that do? He knew it was normal for the average person, but this wasn’t normal. Because, of course, nothing had to be normal about Bradley.

Phoenix shooed the squadron to take seats. She focused on them to give her something to do while being sick with worry. The least she could do was make everyone give Bradley’s Godfathers some privacy. She felt awful because she had teased Bradley in the locker room instead of asking how he was doing. She’d seen that he didn’t feel good.

While everyone else took a seat, Jake hadn’t been able to do so. He stood off to the side, with his back pressed against the wall. He couldn’t stop the fine tremors that were running through him or the waves of dizziness. "It's not like last time." Ice repeats with a nod, exactly like Bradley would do when he was trying to convince himself of something. A mannerism that he must've picked up from the other man.

"What happened last time?" Bob asks, clearly listening and not reading the room.

Phoenix tried to shush Bob, flapping a hand in his face. “Not now, dude,” she hissed. She knew a little bit about the accident, just a few things Bradley had said or that she figured out.

Maverick turned his glower to Bob. All of his sour attitude from earlier returned full force and once again focused on the entire squadron. “There was an accident,” he said, voice clipped. “Now keep your noses to yourself about it.”

"Sorry," Bob says softly, immediately backing down and looking away like a little kid getting scolded by their father.

It's about 5 minutes later when they're all sitting in the waiting room. A nurse makes his way to Ice and pulls him off to the side. "Sir, your son came in with these on around his neck. We had to remove them for the surgery and want to make sure they're kept safe." She explains, handing two sets of dog tags to the admiral.

Accepting both sets of dog tags, Ice frowned and looked down at them in his hand. He rolled them until he could see the stamped text. Bradley’s and…Seresin’s? He frowned as he turned his attention back to the nurse. “Thank you,” he said, glancing down at the tags again. “He was wearing both sets?” Ice can’t help but ask, not understanding what was going on with this at all. It was bad enough that Bradley was in surgery. He couldn’t focus on much beyond his worry.

"Yes, sir. They were both around his neck when he came in." She places a gentle hand on his arm. "I'll be back to give you updates on the surgery when I have them."

Nodding, Ice looks back down at the tags in his hand before he steps away. “Thank you,” he says again before he returns to Maverick’s side. Sitting heavily in the chair next to his husband, Iceman stares at the tags in his hand for a moment longer before he shifts and slides them into his pocket. He glances at where Hangman is leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room before he turns his attention back to Maverick. “No update yet,” he said with a heavy sigh. “She just wanted to give me his tags, for safekeeping. And Seresin’s as well. Bradley was wearing them.”

Maverick turns and blinks at his husband. "I'm sorry... what did you just say?" He frowns.

“You heard me,” Ice said dryly as he leaned back in his chair and took Maverick’s hand in his own. There was a fine tremor in Ice’s hands that he was trying to hide from everyone else. “He was also wearing Hangman’s dog tags.”

Maverick is absolutely stunned, speechless. "But he... they..." He clears his throat a little. "Are you sure they're not Phoenix's dog tags?" He asks quietly.

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ghost car of barna road

track 3 - liberty belle 1/2

my manager greeted me in irish.

i blinked at the screen in mute panic. i couldn’t remember how to reply. words and languages collided in my brain. it was a car crash, baby, and in the end all that came out of my mouth was a prolonged aaah with no end in sight. a perfect visual representation would be a multilanguage tsunami, pouring out of my ears and pooling around my slippers on the dusty rug of my childhood bedroom.

i used to write those words down into a black notebook, watching you mock me from that dusty rug. you and your smug gaeltacht born grin. who would’ve thought i will forget them all by the time i’m 30.

“how did the move go?”

move. to galway. my hometown. i found my voice again and rushed out: “oh yeah! the move went okay. got here late last night. drive was smooth. not many cars around after midnight.”

“hehe, don’t get used to it. it’s a totally different story after 8am.”

we chatted for a while, arranging to meet in dublin next month when i was all settled in. won’t take long. all i needed was to get a flat, a car - did i need help with the flat? there are probably relocation programmes for employees available. no. i think i got it. did i tho?

we finished the call twenty minutes later. the fact i managed to scrape by enough words to at least tell him goodbye in irish seemed to cheer him up a bit.

i finished up some minor work tasks, sipping at the remainder of my mother’s disgusting herbal tea and took a short break to open the dusty unused storage areas of my childhood bedroom. i needed to clean up the old junk before moving in the new junk. i had to give one thing to my mother; she did an excellent job of preserving this place. if ever i managed to do something worthwhile with my life she could start charging fucking entry for this museum of fiadh kavanagh.

shaking my head i started pulling out old clothes and creating a pile on the floor. if she believed i still fit into these jeans i should be worried about early onset neurodegenerative diseases.

i was done with the columns and moving on to the hangers by the time she stuck her head in and quirked her dark eyebrows at me. “need any help?”

“mom, why the fuck did you keep all this?” i asked, showcasing fist-full of short gothic dresses. “aren’t you worried about clothes moths?”

ignoring my point she sat down on the bed, smiling. “oh, i though you might still like to keep some of it. it’s not like we need extra storage.”

“mom, look at me!” i threw another armful onto the pile, lifting my arms to indicate my age ravaged body. “how could i possibly fit into size four?! some of these are from the children’s section!”

“you look like a string, you could easily fit. it’s the cigarettes. they are not good for ya.”

i rolled my eyes. “i’m not even fucki…”

the feel of a familiar soft fabric beneath my fingertips made me stop midsentence. i pulled it out into the light with shaking fingers, heart racing against my ribcage. it looked huge in my palms. the faded graphics were barely visible in the shadowy light of my room. if you tried hard enough you could just barely make out the name of the band. distantly i heard my mom echo my name but i was stuck in the past, standing in the cold autumn rain by the open driver’s side window of your car.

“ooooh, i remember this one,” my mother said with a nostalgic smile.

i made a small sound at the back of my throat.

“it’s the donovan boy’s, isn’t it? i remember teasing him about it. i told him: young man, this is not a free laundry i run here! you know what he said to me?”

i nodded, whispering, “it’s not my fault yer daughter is a stinkin’ thief.”

she laughed. “little bastard. he was the worst influence on you. funny how he turned out. would never expect a son of deirdre donovan to make something of himself. i guess we owe it all to the wife. she…”

my body snapped back to action. i was moving away before she could say her name. putting the sweater on the bed next to her, i brushed my hands against my sweatpants and mumbled: “right, look we need to get rid of all this before i can unpack. do you know someone with skinny teenage children? ideally with a questionable fashion sense?”

“we can drive to the clothes recycling point.”

“grand! let’s do that after work.” i told her, kicking my way through the discarted clothes toward the closet and dumping whatever was left on top of the rest. “i need to get back to work now. i have a meeting in 20.”

“oh, ok. sorry.” she chuckled, standing up. “i will bring some bags to put all of this in.” she reached for the sweater on her way out and i jumped in to block her path on impulse.

“uh… where are you taking that?”

she blinked up at me, brown eyes surprised. “downstairs. i figured i could return it to the rightful owner rather than donate it to charity. although,” she giggled, pulling it apart for scale, “i doubt it will still fit him.”

she was gone before i could open my mouth, taking the sweater with her. my clenched fists unclenched with effort as i pushed the door closed and leaned my back against it. i was breathing too hard. the way you handed me that sweater through the driver’s side window on that rainy, a blast from the past; a ghostly memory. just enough to make me shudder.

#simblr #ts4 story #s:gcbr #oc:ann marie #oc:fiadh #it's adorable how gorgeous fawn believes #she looks old and ugly #hell i wish i looked like fawn #also join me in appreciating stolen garments #the best possible sweater is one you don't own #amen

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grumelot123 · 3 months

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Part 14 of "I'm trying so hard to hate you"

Crowley Pov

As we walked in we saw a very...messy sight in Anathemas kitchen. There were papers scattered all around her along with the book of prophecies, a cup of coffee, her phone, a laptop, along with pencils, pens, and highlighters.

"Well it seems you've started the fun without us."

Seconds later i feel a jab into the right side of my stomach, which was Aziraphales way of telling me to shut the fuck up.

"Yea, well, I wanted to figure out what this message meant and you guys both took way to long so I've started doing a bit of...research."

"Research? What kind of- Actually no first show us the message, I'm sure me and Crowley may have an idea of what he meant." Aziraphale said, very fast, sort of mumbling, but he was in deep thought already.

But Anathema seemed to understand because she started walking to her living room.

We followed behind her to see the words:

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘋𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘺.

"A fucking riddle? We are going to be here for a while." I groaned throwing my head back.

"Let's have a sleepover!"

"Absolutely fucking not" I said letting the ''t'' pop.

Anathema laughed. "Come on, the world might end in 2 days, lets make the most of it."

"Sure, why not?" Aziraphale said.

'Why are you taking her side?!" I whined.

"Because Crowley, we are going to be here most of our night anyways, might as well just stay over while were at it."

I can't say no to him.

"Fine."

*30 minutes later*

Now we are all in the kitchen, with our phones, books, paper, pens, and pencils scattered amoung us.

"Oh my gosh. Crowley we are so dumb."

"Whadya mean?"

" 'The bench where the world was swapped' Is talking about where we swapped the last time the world was going to end."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!? We took hours. HOURS. to research through all of these books for NO REASON?!"

I yelled, sounding quite angry because I was! I spent hours searching for something we already had the answer to, when I could've been spending it hanging out with my angel? Ugh and now we are spending the night at Anathema's and I do not care for it.

"Crowley dear, how about we go to the living room and talk, yeah?"

"Hm..okay."

I followed him to the living room, while Anathema chuckled as I sauntered away.

As I walked into the living room, Aziraphale shut the door and locked it behind us, when I turned towards him he was looking at me, with an almost look in his eyes? Concern, no-, love.

"Ok, I know you're mad but let's make a deal, so you know we have 3 days till the day before armageddon which is when we go through with this plan, right?"

Where was he going with this?

"Yea..."

"Ok so, tonight we stay here, then tomorrow we wake up bright and early, and we find Adam, after we find him we help him get control of his powers temporarily, then we go back to the hotel, we then have a day and a half to just be with each other and do whatever, only me and you, ok?"

"Ok..but-"

I was ready to whine about it but instead I was cut off with his lips smashing into mine. He was grabbing me by the edges of my jacket as if I were going to stop him from kissing me, but instead I was melting into the kiss. It was intoxicating, in the best way possible. I was honestly ready to fuck him right then and there, but he let go suddenly and I started to complain and bring him back for more but he shushed me.

"Behave, and you'll get more later, okay?"

"But Aziraph-"

This bitch ignored me and walked back to the kitchen.

I'm in for a long night....

PART 14 FINISHED!

Part 15 is gonna be abt the whole sleepover ordeal Lmaoo

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #all fluff no angst

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floralbuckleyswrites · 2 years

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A Helping Hand

♡ Pairing: Buck/Reader ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Word Count: 1,101 ♡ Warnings: None ♡ Summary: When Buck needs some help with Jee-Yun he calls you over. ♡ Note: This is for a 30 day writing challenge I am doing. Day: 2 Parenting & Day 3: Everyone knows but them.

There were not many people you would get out of bed for in the middle of the night, especially after a ten hour shift, but Evan Buckley was one of them. So, when he had called at a quarter past two and begged for help, there was no choice but to leave your warm bed and oblige. Which was why you were currently standing in front of his apartment door, still in your pajamas, tired as hell.

“Uh, hey, Buck?” you said knocking, “it’s me.”

It took a few minutes, but he answered the door, his blue eyes frantic with distress and worry. When Buck had called you, he hadn’t explained why, but as your eyes landed on the crying baby clutched in his arms, you immediately understood.

“Oh thank god you’re here, please come in,” he rushed out, stepping to the side so you could come in.

“Is everything okay with Jee?” You asked, wincing a bit from the loudness.

Buck only sighed, walking past you to go sit down on the couch. He rocked her back and forth gently in his arms, clearly trying to comfort her and get her to calm down.

“She’s been crying non-stop since Maddie and Chimney dropped her off this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days getting some alone time. This is the first time I’ve had her overnight and I guess she’s just not used to it,” he explained over her crying.

“I see and you called me over here because…?”

“Because I know she’s only met you once or twice, but she did so well with you each time. I just thought it might calm her down to see you and if not, maybe I just needed to see you.” Buck admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh,” you mouthed, trying to process what he had just said.

You and Buck were just close friends and had been for a long time now, but you would be lying if you didn’t have feelings for him. How could you not? He was an amazing guy, impressive firefighter, and all around hunk. The two of you had been tight ever since you joined the 118, which was why you were willing to be here right now.

Now, you had no idea how Buck felt about you, but sometimes the things he said gave you hope that he just might have feelings. What did he mean by he needed to see you? Why not call Hen or Eddie? They both had kids and could help with the situation.

Pushing that thought aside, you walked over to him and Jee-Yun. What Buck said was true, each time you had seen her, she had taken to you well. All babies tended to, but it was really just because you knew how to handle them. As the oldest sibling in a single parent household, you had lots of experience raising your younger siblings.

“Let me see her,” you said softly, reaching out your hands.

Buck gave her to you without hesitation, relief on his face as she easily went into your waiting arms.

“Come here mija, you’re going to be just fine,” you murmured, cradling Jee-Yun closely to you as you began pacing around the living room.

She slowly started to relax a bit, her cries turning into low whimpers. You started to sing a soft melody to her like your mother used to and after a while she was drifting off to a sound sleep.

Buck watched in surprise and relief, thankful that you had been able to do what he hadn’t been all day. He knew he had made the right choice by calling you over here.

“Where can I lay her down?” you whispered, once you were sure she was ready.

Buck motioned for you to follow him, getting up and leading you into his bedroom where the crib was set up for her.

You laid her down gently, careful not to wake her up as you got her situated and covered her small body with her soft pink blanket. Then you and Buck hurried out, shutting the door quietly so as not to disturb her.

The two of you waited by the door for a moment to see if Jee-Yun would start fussing. Once a minute or two had passed and she was still quiet, you knew she would be down for awhile.

“You are a lifesaver, thank you so much,” Buck said, heading back into the living room with you following after. “If you hadn’t come, she would definitely still be crying.”

“No problem, you know I’d do anything for you,” you said easily.

It was the truth, you hadn’t known what he needed help with before coming over and that hadn’t mattered.

“Maybe you could let me do something for you to show my appreciation.” Buck suggested as he turned to you, looking directly in your eyes, a cheeky smile on his face.

You blinked curiously, tilting your head to the side. “Like what?”

“Let me take you out on a date this Saturday night? Maddie and Chimney will be back by then.” He said easily, as if his words weren’t causing your heart to beat faster.

Were you dreaming right now? There was no way Evan Buckley was asking you out on a date. Surely not.

“W…Why would you wanna do that?” You managed to get out after a moment.

“Isn’t it obvious? Maddie’s always telling me how obvious it is. I like you, Y/N. I have for a few months now. I’ve been putting off confessing because after my last relationship I’m a bit nervous,” he admitted with a sigh,” but I guess there’s something about dealing with a crying baby all day that gives you courage.”

You both laughed at that, the slight awkwardness in the air a little lighter.

Shit. A late night confession from Buck was the last thing you expected when you came over here, but you weren’t going to complain at all. Quite the opposite.

“Um, well, yes. I’d love to go out on a date with you, Buck. If it helps, Chimney always says my feelings are obvious too.”

Buck looked pleasantly surprised at that. “Really? Well I guess we were the last ones to know.”

“I guess so,” you said shaking your head, “well I should probably go ahead and head out. Call me if you need any more help with her, okay?”

“I will. Thanks again Y/N.”

“Anytime.”

With that you left, the promise of Saturday lingering in the air causing you to smile the entire way home.

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foxes-that-run · 7 months

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Perfect

Zayn said he wouldn’t buy the record when he heard Perfect (so salty!). Harry's emotions varied performing it in its short 27 performance run from Oct-Dec when 1D ended. These 2 stand out:

November 20 2015, rather than sing the Bridge Harry said to the crowd "if you think it's so funny you can sing it".

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3 days later at the AMAs he rolls his eyes and looks ready to walk out, the camera cuts to a kid who seems to agree. (Bridge is 2:40).

It was only performed 6 more times, in Carpool Karaoke (10:30) Harry stops singing for parts and the song cuts before the bridge, at the Jingle ball he looks away and the last time was new years.

Or this concert he put the mike into the crowd, someone stole the microphone and licked it.

Safe to say he regretted that bridge, it's savage to them both.

Writers

Perfect ties with Fools Gold for the title of the Haylor song with the most writers, at 7. While Fools Gold has all 5 of the band, Bunetta and Ryan. Harry and Louis are the only band members who worked on Perfect with Bunetta, Ryan and 3 others:

Jesse Shatkin, (cowrote Sia's Chandelier)

Jacob Kasher (Maroon 5 collaborator), and

Mozella (cowrote Miley Cyrus Wrecking Ball and Fools Gold.)

To me, Perfect has more media grabbing pop-song than Harry Styles. HS’s best 1D work was with teams of 3 or 4 writers. In fact, Bunetta said Olivia came out in 45 minutes while overworking another "less good" MITAM song.

Timeline

Bunetta also told Rolling Stone about Perfect:

"That one took a long time, just because it was written over a couple different continents. It started as one thing and ended up where it is."

MITAM was made in the summer of 2015. To have been written in a couple of continents and with USA based writers it was probably either side of the BBMAs. It could have been started 'as one thing' in April in South Africa before the BBMAs other songs that reference Style including Two Ghosts started early in the year. The "ended up where it is" with those writers would be after the BBMAs, when they got back to the USA from July. This would be at the end of the album and he was singing it daily within 3 months.

Similarity to Taylors songs

It has the same chord progressions as Style and is also very similar to out of the woods as this video on Twitter shows. He called it a love song in the made in the AM interview (6 mins) and that it wasn’t literal in another. I do love this James Cordon bit and I love his Taylor smile so much.

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[Verse 1: Louis] I might never be your knight in shinin' armour I might never be the one you take home to mother And I might never be the one who brings you flowers But I can be the one, be the one tonight

Grapejuice, has the perfect (get it) call back to this verse, along with 'Red' and 'Pay for it' and I love him for it:

"I was on my way to buy some flowers for you (ooh) / Thought that we could hide away in a corner of the heath / There's never been someone who's so perfect for me / But I got over it and I said / "Give me somethin' old and red" / I pay for it more than I did back then"

[Pre-Chorus: Liam] When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious, oh, yeah Girl, I hope you're sure what you're looking for 'Cause I'm not good at making promises

Promises come up again in Woman "Promises are broken like a stitches is", which is interesting if both Woman and part of Perfect are written after the 2015 BBMAs.

‘Know what you are looking for’ is interesting. In "Say don't go" and the 1989 TV Vaults in general Taylor did not get what she was looking for. At 23, dating a 19 year old Taylor told us she didn’t get wavy she needed. Her most recent ex, JG was 29. (yes - JG was the age Harry is now! Imagine if he did that) So I kind of stand by this line.

The start refers to the night they met. Which neither has ever confirmed, I think it was in 2011 (see timeline) Many look at the coat he tries on in the music video, which matches both his Up All Night Tour outfit (from December 2011) and the 2012 Kids Choice Awards. The awards are fun though. The Up All Night DVD also has it.

[Verse 2: Niall] I might never be the hands you put your heart in Or the arms that hold you any time you want them But that don't mean that we can't live here in the moment 'Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

Urgh I choose to attribute 'love from time to time' to one of the 6 other people writing this. To me this line always sounds like a boy-band heartthrob priority playing out in the writers room. No wonder it took time and HS1 to overcome this.

However, this does speak to a theme of them not being available to each other because of their careers and 1D punishing schedule. If I could fly's "I'm missing half of me when we're apart" and Half the World Aways " So you're not my girlfriend / Don't pretend that makes us nothing / Tell me you don't miss this feeling" speaks more honestly to the interplay of his band image, schedules and priorities which Taylor referred to Suburban Legends.

[Chorus: Harry, All] But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do Then, baby, I'm perfect Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like goin' places we can't even pronounce If you like to do whatever you've been dreamin' about Then, baby, you're perfect Baby, you're perfect So let's start right now

Here are Haylor themes we know and love, Driving at midnight (Style, HYGTG, Wish You Would) generally going from a high schooler to superstar overnight (placed they can’t pronounce like Cannes), and hidden love/hiding (I Know Places, Slut!)

[Bridge: Harry] And if you like cameras flashin' every time we go out Oh, yeah And if you're looking for someone to write your breakup songs about Then baby, I'm perfect And baby, we're perfect

The camera’s flashing is good imagery and his voice brings to life how personally challenging it was for them both in a way I Know Places didn't with very few words. Taylor also refers to this imagery in Is it over now?

But the break up songs is a low blow and I assume the part he regretted to the point of not wanting to sing it. In a later interview Harry said:

“The only time you really think, ’is this song too personal?’ is if you think about, ‘is this going to be really annoying for the other person?’ Because I do [care],” he finished.

Which I think the break up song line would have been very annoying.

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jujutsukatsuki · 2 years

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Todoroki had a crush on you, a foreign feeling to him. He was planning on telling you tonight at the UA New Year’s party. You were a piece of beautiful art to him. The way your smile could light up a room, the small crinkles in your nose when you laughed, you caused Todoroki to feel starstruck, as if he had just met his favorite hero for the first time.

You weren’t telling Shoto that you were dropping out of UA. Only a few people knew. You looked into the mirror at yourself, you faked a smile, heart pounding in your chest. Tears pricked your eyes. You didn’t feel okay anymore. You could hardly keep up with everyone. It was time to move on from UA.

Shoto never experienced true love, he never believed it was real. His parents didn’t get married for love. His mom was forced in a loveless marriage for power. He wanted to scream about you, tell everyone he knew about this magical girl who could make him feel normal.

He was falling in love with you and wanted to make the fall together. But you’re scared of heights.

Three soft knocks followed by one harder one pulled you from your thoughts, meaning it was 9pm and Shoto was here. You put your bags in your closet and cracked the door open.

“Y/n. Hi.” He looked at you, the corners of his lips pulled into a comforting smile.

“Hi Shoto.” Your eyes scanned his face, you weren’t gonna see him much in person after you left.

The two of you walked to the event hall where the party was. It was crowded with UA students. Shoto walked close to you. You couldn’t help but smile as he was close to you.

“I will go get us some punch.” He said close to your ear and walked to the table. You shivered at how close he was to your ear due to the loud music.

“I’m gonna miss you girl.” Mina hugged you from behind.

“I’ll miss you too.” You turned to give Mina a proper hug.

“When is your cab getting here?”

“11:30 tonight cause my parents had to get me a flight at night since it was the cheapest.”

She looked at you with sad eyes as she hugged you tight.

“You need to tell Todoroki.”

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

11 pm. You disappeared in the crowd and went to grab your bags from your now empty room, thanking Momo for packing the rest of your things so you could enjoy just a little bit more of time with Shoto.

“Call me once you land okay?” Momo hugged you tightly

“Of course, thank you for being my best friend Momo. You were amazing.” You smile softly as you hug her back, ignoring the tears.

“Here, for you.”

She used her quirk to make a best friend necklace. She took one half and gave you a half.

“Thank you.” You let a few tears shed.

Finally your taxi shows up. You pack your bags into the trunk and get in, you take one last look at UA.

One minute to midnight. Shoto looks frantically for you. He wanted to tell you, needed to tell you. He pushed through crowds to find you. Instead he found Mina and Momo.

“Where’s Y/n? Have you seen her?” He looks to Momo, who shakes her head. Her long black hair is down for once and swishes with the shake of her head.

“She’s gone Shoto.”

“What do you mean?”

He cocks his head to the side like a puppy. Mina let’s out a sigh. The count down for midnight starts.”

“She dropped out, she’s going home.”

"5...4...3...2...1... HAPPY NEW YEAR."

Everyone in the event hall yelled.

Goodbyes hurt worse when they aren't ever said.

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Shouty

Content - shouting, little!reader, parental issues, swearing, dummy use, bottles, cuddles, mommy robin being a sweetheart, kinda sneaking out but not really, soft toys, lullabies, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - your parents have a fight and it causes you to regress, luckily your mommy lives down the street.

Authors note - just a short one today, this is a situation that just happened with me and I needed a bit of comfort, hope you enjoy!

They were shouting again, god did they ever give it a bloody rest.

This time it was a screaming match over the washing up if you had to choose sides you would probably say your mother was right but in your opinion it was the last thing in the world that needed to end up as world war 3.

On top of all the yelling you heard doors being slammed on both ends and the swearing becoming more explicit and closer, they’d obviously moved into the living room. Pulling back your duvet and putting your book down you walked over to the light brown desk at the side of your room.

Grabbing a pen and your note book you ripped out a page and began writing fumbling slightly from your oncoming headspace.

Staying at robins for the night love you xoxo :)

It was the last thing you felt like writing but you knew that if you didn’t let them know where you were they would get scared and very angry. After you placed the note on your bedside table you opened your window and stepped out onto the grass.

You ran down the street until you reached robins front door, after giving yourself a minute to breath you knocked quickly you knew that robin was alone because her parents had gone on a cruise. You could hear robins footsteps coming towards the door, as soon as she saw you her face lit up.

“Hi baby you ok?” “Mama” You whimpered once her hand touched your face you could see her face change and she instantly went into protector mode. “Oh baby come in” she said ushering you inside and gently closing the door as to not cause any noise.

Picking you up gently on her hip she walked into her bedroom and opened one side of her wardrobe where she kept your little things. She pulled out one of your dummy’s a bottle and your favourite soft toy placing it in your arms.

She had bought it for you when she first found out you were a little one. It was a badger in a suit and you had named him professor badger, it wasn’t very creative but you could easily remember it.

Holding you to her hip she picked up your dummy and your bottle and made your way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge she took out the milk and placed it on the bench. Opening up your bottle with one hand she picked up the milk and filled it to the top. She had become a master at this.

Pulling open the microwave she put it on the 30 second timer and putting in the bottle she bounced you on her hip stroking the hair out of your eyes while waiting for the beep.

Once the timer went off she grabbed your bottle and walked back to her bedroom. Placing you onto the mattress and getting behind you she positioned your head to rest on her collarbone, bringing her hand up to your lips she gently eased the bottle into your mouth chuckling at the way you started to drink it down “is that nice little one?” She asked placing a kiss to the top of your head.

Once you had finished the bottle robin put it to the side and turned you around to look at her “do you wanna talk about it princess?” she asked you gently wiping a stray tear that fell from your waterline. Moving your head into the side of her neck “Mama they were so loud and they were saying bad words” you whimpered into her neck.

Robin gently cradled your head into her shoulder and placed a kiss to your hairline “shh angel, your safe here mommy’s got you, it’s nice and quiet here no loud noises I promise” she said stroking your right hand with her free one.

After about 30 minutes robin had managed to completely calm you down.

You were now laying down with her spooning you to her front singing you a lullaby.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Looking down at you robin could see your eyes gently closing about to go to sleep.

When the blazing sun is gone

When he nothing shines upon

Then you show your little light

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are

Robin could hear your soft snores placing a kiss to your forehead robin looked down at you with her eyes full of love.

“Goodnight little one, mommy will be here when you wake up.”

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vintageaustin · 2 years

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cloud 9 (baby fever part 4)

Austin!Elvis x reader;

Summary: you and Elvis have been married

For about 3 years now and he thinks its time for a baby

Tw/mentions: birth colonel being a bitch mostly fluff tho

It was the 3th of June and you were about 8 months pregnant. Elvis and you were in the car on you’re way to the. “Christmas special”. You knew damn well it wasn’t going to be a Christmas special.

Elvis was to busy talking to you’re bump. Saying stuff like “and well little one you’re mama and me are real excited to meet you”. Elvis said kissing yo’re stomach trough you’re shirt.

You arrived at the studio not much later as the driver pulled up. To the studio as he stood still Elvis got out of the car.

And walked around it to you’re side helping you out of it. You thanked him and he gave you a smile in return. He got inside and greeted everyone as you did too. Being the good Thorpe wife you are.

Elvis immediately got pulled into his dressing room. as he got dressed in the leather suit and the stylists worked on his hair and make up. You spend you’re time talking to jerry about the baby and when you were due.

You sighed softly the moment you heard the familiar walking stick. You hadn’t seen the colonel since the little incident at you’re home in palm springs. Since Elvis kept you away from him.

“ah Mrs Presley! Long time no see how have you and you’re little wonder been?.” The colonel said in that weird accent he had. You nodded you’re head “we’ve been good thank ya for asking”. You spoke softly being the polite girl you had been raised to be.

After filming for half a day an having a 30 minute break you’re husband. Got back on the stage. You were sitting down next to jerry watching him preform as he looked over at you and saw you’re eyes go wide and you grabbed jerry’s arm squeezing it tightly. Making him look over at you “you okay y/n?”. he asked looking at you, you shook you’re head and turned

to look at him. Elvis watched you too closely as he frowned slightly trying not to show it to his crowd. He overheard the conversation between you and jerry as he heard you stammer “my….w-water broke”.

You said softly tears welling up in you’re eyes. Elvis his eyes went wide as he raised his hand. Steve saw this and asked trough the speaker what was going on. Elvis swallowed thickly before speaking thoughts running wild.

“She isn’t even 9 months yet that cant be right… am I ready for this is SHE ready for this is she going to be okay will the baby be okay we don’t even have a name dear god”. Elvis thought to himself before clearing his throat to speak. “uhm can stop filming for a bit my wife needs me”. He said in a haste voice Steve told everyone to take a break after Elvis was finished talking.

The minute Steve said that Elvis sprinted of the stage handing his guitar. To Charlie as he ran towards you and jerry. You were already having contractions even though they were at least 30 minutes. Apart they hurt badly. Elvis kneeled to you’re level and looked at jerry “what’s going on!? She okay?!”. He asked frustrated because he couldn’t do anything to calm you’re pain. Before jerry could speak you groaned and grabbed you’re husband his shoulder.

He looked over at you “c’mon darlin’ you gotta talk to me I cant do none if you don’t tell me where it hurts”. He said softly as he hugged you close you took a deep breath and looked a you’re husband. “the baby is coming” you mumbled with pain in your voice.

Elvis nodded his head and looked at you “ can you walk mama?”. You nodded as he helped you up and grabbed you’re bag with clothes. He walked over to Steve and explained what was happening Steve nodded kindly and wished you guys luck. Say that you’d continue filming on the 6th. Elvis thanked him as he and jerry escorted you to the exit

Of course you had to hear that damn walking stick. Elvis sighed as the colonel spoke up “what in the devil is going on here mr Presley”. Elvis shook his head and turned around anger washing over him. “listen and listen closely… my wife is going into labor or already is in labor for a matter of fact so I’ll deal with you’re sorry ass tomorrow morning when my child is here”. Elvis spoke In a raspy voice

The colonel looked at Elvis and nodded before turning around telling Diskin to get his car ready. As Elvis helped you in the car and got in the back seat. As jerry drove off with Vernon in the passenger seat but little did you know the colonel was following you guys to the hospital.

He pulled you close softly stroking you’re hair whispering sweet encouraging. Words into you’re ear like “doin so well mama it’ll be over before ya know it we’ll be holdin’ our little angel in no time baby”. he said as you nodded you’re head groaning at another contraction.

As you arrive at the hospital Elvis walked in explaining what was going on as two nurses rushed out with a wheel chair to help you out of the car. You got put in a room as they told you that the doctor would be with you soon. After some hours of being there the baby still not having arrived. You sighed softly as the nurse checked your vitals the sound of the colonel and Elvis fighting on the hall way Could be heard in the room.

“no ain’t no way in hell! I’m goin out there to talk to press! You ain’t gonna make me do that again just like when my mama died! I’m not missing the birth of my first born”. Elvis yelled you could hear the tears in his voice trough the door as the colonel was about to speak up. You felt a sharp pain and the nurse rushed over to you to see what was going on.

Back in the hall way the colonel spoke up “but my boy-“. He got cut off by the door to your room opening as the nurse spoke up “it’s happening we’re gonna need the dad in here”. She said sternly Elvis nodded and looked up “that’d be me”. He walked in as the nurse gave him instructions to what he was supposed to the

5 pushes later and allot of screaming from. You, you and you’re husband heard a loud cry throughout the room. the doctor smiled up at you and Elvis as he spoke up “congratulations she’s a beautiful baby girl” he smiled.

As you laid down exhausted still crying Elvis kissed you’re head “i-im so proud of you mama you did so good” Elvis spoke wiping you’re tears. You smiled tiredly as you watched the nurses closely clean you’re baby girl. After 20 minutes they finally laid you’re daughter on you’re chest as Elvis looked at her in awe.

“she is so beautiful baby just like her mama” he said as he softly stroked you’re daughter her head. You smiled and looked at him “ she looks like a Lana, Lana June Presley”. You smiled as you scooted over so you’re husband could sit next to you. He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you “that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl baby”. he said as you looked at him “do you want to hold her daddy?” you giggled. You’re husbands eyes went wide as he nodded his head eagerly.

You handed him you’re daughter as he cradled her in his arms softly. He looked at her in awe and she has him around her finger the moment he laid eyes on her. Just like you did the first time you two met.

“hi there darlin’ god you look like you’re mama… well dear I promise you none in this whole wide world would ever hurt you you’re daddy’s gonna protect you and mama no mater what” he said. As he shed a tear he looked over to his side only to see you fast asleep.

And for a moment he had no cares in the whole wide world. Just his two girls and him and everything was perfect. He was in cloud 9 and no one not his father and especially the colonel could get him of it ever again.

Hi creator here this is part 4 of baby fever I might make a part 5 depending on how this does I hope you guys like it feedback is always welcome requests are open and pls let me know if I missed triggers or grammar mistakes

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 6 months

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Little bunny 3

Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader

Dead dove do not eat! - you will get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: FNAF, mature themes, little bit of horror, William Afton(That guy is a warning himself), some curse words, William having dirty thoughts.

Note: I'm sorry for taking so long for part 3. But here it is and it's even longer than part 1 and 2. Enjoy! :)

The second night shift started a bit hastly, you were taking a nap but you slept a bit longer and your friend had to wake you in order to arrive at your shift. Luckily your friend had made coffee and you took some with you. You were so focused on getting to the Pizzaria in time that you accidentally forgot your keys on the counter before you left and didn't notice.

You arrived at the Pizzaria at exactly 12AM, and only a minute later in your office. You got the power on and checked the security cameras once again. This time you felt a bit tired from waking up from your power nap, you were glad you had the coffee with you to hopefully prevent you from falling asleep. You glanced at the clock,

12:30 AM.

You sighed. The coffee is working and you are feeling more powered, so you decided to take a stroll around the Pizzaria. You noticed the door to the kitchen, you found out last night that this is where Chica is mostly spending her time, clatting the utensils around or just being there with Mr. Cupcake.

You entered the kitchen and your eyes immediately fell on Freddy? He was sitting against the wall beside a closet, knees hugging his chest, arms resting on his sides, head hanging to the side with it's mouth a little opened. And his left ear was missing. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight, shining at him. You noticed that this isn't Freddy Fazbear. Well, it looks like Freddy but he is golden. Like a Golden Freddy.

William watched everything again but this time not at home on his laptop...it's on his phone, outside somewhere.

You walked around the kitchen looking over at Golden Freddy a few times wondering why he is there. After some time you get back into the office, sitting down and drawing again, this time Golden Freddy in the kitchen.

Meanwhile William snuck into the Pizzaria while you were in the kitchen and silently walked to the parts and service room which you weren't inside yet.

You finished drawing and needed to pee because of the coffee you were downing to stay awake.

After you finished your business you glanced over to the time on your phone,

3 AM

You were about to get back to the office when you noticed a black door with the sign 'Parts and Service' slightly open.

"What the hell?" You whispered to yourself and slowly walked to the room. The door creaked slightly, and as you looked inside, you almost jumped off the ground at what you saw;

On the ground, beside the table in the center of the room, leaning against a shelf with spare Animatronic parts was a yellow and slightly different version of Bonnie, just like Golden Freddy in the kitchen but something seemed off about this one tho...

The Yellow Rabbit was sitting similar like Golden Freddy in the kitchen but with it's legs extended and spread a little bit. You noticed how it had some black spots on it's right side and it's right ear chipped off a little. Nothing too terrifying, but what scared you the most were it's eyes... they were white dots, it looked like it was activated but the Rabbit wasn't moving. You also noticed how big it was. It is bigger than the other Animatronics you could tell.

But then...

Your phone vibrated in your backpocket, making you jump and gasp. You pulled it out and looked at the screen, it was your friend calling,

"What's up?" You answered the call, slightly out of breath from the surprise.

"Hey. Is everything alright? You're breathing heavily." She asked.

"What? Uh- yeah, yeah. Everything is alright, your call just made me jump that's all." You answered with a nervous chuckle, running your free hand through your hair and glancing over to the Yellow Rabbit.

"Listen, I just wanted to call you to tell you that you forgot your keys on the counter in the kitchen. I am about to leave for work, should I get to your place and give them to you?" She asked you.

"Shit, I'm such a dumbass," you chuckled nervously again, "Would you do that for me? That would be so great, thank you." You smiled but looked at the Yellow Rabbit again since you swore you could see it's head move a bit in the corner of your eyes.

Your friend laughed, "No, it's okay, really. I will get ready and bring them to you before your shift ends."

"Thanks, you're such a Sweetheart." You chuckled

"Alright, see you later."

"See ya' later."

Your friend hang up.

You put your phone back into your pocket and looked at the Yellow Rabbit,

"Gosh, you're fucking creepy..." you muttered under your breath and walked out again, closing the door behind you.

William under the suit was grinning, "Oh just you wait, things will get alot creepier for you soon." He chuckled.

As you walked back to the office you wondered why the Animatronics didn't show up yet.

3:10 AM

You slowly got tired from the little adrenaline rush earlier when your friend called, you could feel the coffee wearing off.

"Only five minutes." You yawned and closed both office doors. Just incase.

Sitting back down, you put your arms on the desk, crossed them and leaned your head down.

You slowly drifted off into sleep.

William saw you asleep through his phone,

"Now you're beginning to slack off. Let's see how long it will last."

William began to imagine what it would be like to be inside the office while you slept. Having you all for himself and at his mercy. A smirk formed on his lips and he felt his cock stir in his pants as he thought about what he could do to you once he was there all alone with you, having you all to himself...

Slam!

You stirred awake, looking around and realizing you heard a door being slammed. You looked at each security camera, but saw nothing until you looked at the camera recording the left hallway towards the office which you learned was Bonnie's way towards the office. There was Bonnie standing there you thought.

Then your phone vibrated again. You picked it up and it was your friend again

"Hey there, just wanted to tell you that I maybe will show up later because there is some trouble with my car." She told you

"Oh. Uh, it's okay, as long as you show up I won't be mad." You said in a gentle tone

"Thanks. And sorry for it. Alright, take care." She smiled

"You too. Bye."

You hung up the phone and opened the door for the left hallway

"Bonnie?" You called out softly, seeing him standing at the other end of it. But then you noticed something...

His right ear was chipped off...

It had glowing white dots as eyes

And it was tall...

You stood there for a moment, as you saw the rabbit tilt it's head to one side and slowly walking towards you...

You quickly got back into the office, pushing the red button to close the door shut and praying that the power won't cut off again. You glanced over at the camera showing the left hallway and saw it approach the office, it's heavy metallic steps could be heard. The tall rabbit then arrived infront of the little window beside the door. Thinking this was some sort of a prank or really just an animatronic being an asshole, you walked towards the little window and slammed your palm against it

"Hey, what do you want? If this is a prank I swear I will make sure to send your ass flying out of this place faster than light!" You tried to act tough and collected but it only made it tilt it's head again while looking down at you. "So, I see how it is. You're like the asshole of the bunch, huh? Trying to act all scary and shit." you scoffed and then you noticed the spot near it's mouth begin to slowly fog up, and your eyes widening as you then slowly stepped backwards.

The Yellow Rabbit then slammed it's fist against the glass, making it split but not break yet.

"Oh no..." You then grabbed your phone as it slammed it's fist against the glass again, this time shattering it as you went to the right door, opened it and ran out. You swore you could hear that thing laugh in a menacing, slightly distorted, robotic voice and you could hear a faint human tone attached to it aswell. You made your way towards the kitchen, looking around for a safe place to hide, your only way to hide was the Golden Freddy sitting against the wall you saw earlier.

You grabbed his shoulders, moved it so you were sitting and leaning beside the metal closet beside you. You heard those loud metallic steps again.

Clank...clank...

You noticed Golden Freddy was light to move, as you discovered it had no endoskeleton inside him.

Clank...clank...

As you moved Golden Freddy infront of you, you noticed that it's back could be opened, revealing it's hollow insides. Golden Freddy was rather big, just like the other animatronics, so you quickly thought about it and shoved your legs inside, making his legs extend and then you pushed yourself into it. You figured out that the suit was easy to move, so you moved your legs into the position you saw Golden Freddy earlier, hugged close against his torso, your arms were lazily on your sides and your head fitted perfectly into the hollow head of Golden Freddy as you tilted your head to the side. If someone would look for you, they would maybe never suspect you wearing an Animatronic just like a suit.

Clank...clank...

you looked ahead since you could see through the big eyeholes of Golden Freddy and watch as the tall, Yellow Rabbit stood in the doorframe of the kitchen. If it would turn on the lights now, then it could see your eyes clearly peeking out of Golden Freddy's eyeholes.

You could see the bunny's head moving to look around, stepping forward and searching the kitchen for you. As the rabbit stepped closer to you, you noticed something in his right hand... a large kitchen knife.

The yellow rabbit walked past you, clearly not knowing you're actually inside Golden Freddy's hollow suit as he continued.

"Come out little night guard. I know you're here...I can literally smell the fear radiating off of you." the Yellow Rabbit began to speak, it's distorted, robotic voice sent shivers down your back as you could hear it growl. As you looked at the tall bunny again, you noticed it's movements were much smoother than the other Animatronics. They looked almost like if a human would move. It's moves were too human. You didn't budge, you were waiting patiently for the rabbit to get out of the kitchen. And soon, after couple of minutes which felt like hours gone by, it began to walk out of the kitchen without another word.

You waited a couple more minutes inside the Golden Freddy suit just incase if the rabbit would return.

As soon as you heard nothing except the faint humming of the electronics and sounds of the Pizzaria, you slowly and carefully slipped out of the Golden Freddy suit, placing it back into the position you found him and carefully making your way out of the kitchen, but stopping to grab a metal pipe to defend yourself in danger. When you stepped inside the main dining area, you carefully looked around to prevent any surprise attacks. As you decided the area is clear, you sighed heavily but silently, then felt your phone vibrate in your backpocket once again. You pulled it our and saw a message from your friend saying:

"I am parked outside infront of Freddy's. I'll be waiting for you."

You then put it back in and looked around one last time before walking towards the entrance. You unlocked it with the keys and just as you were about to push the door open you heard something behind you

Clank...

You instantly froze in shock, not daring to look back as you knew the rabbit has found you.

You slowly turned around, seeing indeed the tall, yellow rabbit infront of you, looking straight at you with the knife in it's hand.

"You are quite the little escape artist, huh?" It chuckled menacingly, "And now it looks like your luck has left you..." the rabbit then slowly walked towards you, flipping the knife backwards in his hand and raising it, ready to stab you. You quickly raised the metal pipe you had and aimed towards his hand holding the knife. The rabbit dropped the knife and you could hear it grunt, as if the impact had indeed hurt it. The rabbit recovered quickly and suddenly lunged at you, and you instantly stepped back, raising the pipe again and hitting him again, this time aiming at it's head. The impact made the rabbit stumble back, groaning in pain and holding the spot the metal pipe made contact with. Either this animatronic was really advanced or there was someone inside, wearing the animatronic like a suit, just like you did with golden freddy as you were hiding from the rabbit in the kitchen.

You took the momentum and quickly pushed the door open and running outside, spotting your friend's car and quickly getting inside.

"Is something wrong?" Your friend asked as you glanced back out and urged her to drive, "Please, just drive!"

Your friend started the car, and speeding off. As some minutes have passed, your friend broke the silence "What happened?!" she asked, not looking at you and straight ahead "There was an intruder who stole an Animatronic and wore it like a goddamn suit! He had a knife but I managed to escape." You replied and your friend nodded slightly.

As the two of you were back at your shared home, you went to your room and sat on your bed, trying to think logically and calming down your nerves. Then there was a soft knock on your door and your friend entered with some tea in her hand and a small bag in the other hand.

"Hey. Want some tea? Maybe it will help calm you down." She said as she placed the tea on your nightstand and sat down beside you. You leaned against her shoulder, eyes beginning to tear up as your friend looked down at you, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asked softly.

"The man had a knife... he-he broke the little window near one of the office doors- he chased me...I had to improvise and hide inside an hollow animatronic without it's endoskeleton. I grabbed the metal pipe and snuck towards the entrance...he reappeared and I hit him on the head and ran outside to you..." You explained as your friend gave you a weak nod, "Please tell me, did you fall asleep?" she asked and you nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, "Yes, yes I did. But it was only five minutes, I swear to god!" you cried out and your friend then wrapped her arms around you and cooed you softly

"I feel so terrible rightnow, my first job in this town and on the second shift I fucked it up. Maybe the person snuck in while I was sleeping. If-if my boss finds out then he will for sure fire me." you sobbed but calmed down slightly.

"Hey-hey-hey, no. Maybe the guy snuck inside and used the blind spots of the security cameras or maybe one of them had a delay and you just didn't noticed. Believe me or not, this happens often. The night guard gets framed and in reality it was just a bug of a camera." she explained and grabbed the small bag. You looked at it and raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" you asked and she reached in and pulled out a Taser.

"That's a taser, and you as a night guard are allowed to carry one for defense. But be aware that it can only shoot one charge at a time and you need to reattach a new charge after you fired the first one. It's only to ensure your safety." she said and handed you the taser. It felt heavy in your hands and you began to feel a little safer.

"Thank you. But what should I tell Mr. Raglan? 'Hey Mr. Raglan, I was tired and went to take a five minutes nap and someone snuck inside wearing an animatronic suit and tried to kill me'? That's just stupid." you then raised your head again and looked at your friend in disbelieve.

"No. Tell him that there may have been a glitch or a bug on one of the cameras and someone snuck inside." she answered and you gave her a weak nod, "I guess that should do it."

"Good. For now just sleep and after you woke up, we will go to Mr. Raglan and you tell him what happened like I told you, alright?" she asked and you nodded.

Your friend then left your room and you went to sleep.

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