#also maintenance had to come today and they never told us what time they were coming so I was like. ok I’m not gonna waste my whole day

[doctormage]

I’m having a “wants to post ten billion things” day for some fucking reason

[gracieheartspedro]

Your Needs, My Needs

THE PRELUDE

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pairing: cowboy!joel x f!reader (no outbreak)

description: you have made it to your new home in taylor, texas. your anxiety of owning your our home and being alone is coming to a head, but you need to be productive. a trip to the local furniture turns into you meeting some locals and your new cowboy neighbor.

word count: 3.7k words

warnings: there is no smut in this part. still MINORS DNI! no use of y/n! vague talk of reader's old life before texas, no real description of the reader, description of small age gap, joel being a sarcastic shithead. sarah is canon, so joel is a dad. distracted driving. talks of consuming food. reader has mental illness, mainly described as anxiety, but could be other illnesses. I make it pretty vague. the reader likes football? lmfao

author's note: this is the prelude to the many parts I have planned for these two. this is sort of just setting up everything. I want a slow burn for these two, so hopefully these first couple parts make you guys sweat with anticipation. I also wanna quickly thank all of you for the love on the preview of this fic. I hope you all enjoy it! let me know what y'all think. YEEHAW!

“Sign here and she’s all yours.”

When you brought the pen to the dotted line, you knew that this was going to be the start of your new life. 

While you were nervous about taking on such a huge project, you were ready to find solace in your alone time and work on yourself along with the beautiful farmhouse. You needed some peace and quiet, anyway. 

She was set on 20 acres of land on the outskirts of a small town called Taylor. The land looked like something out of a movie, it’s rolling hills and sprawling fields. 

The house was about 130 years old and needed a lot of TLC. You found it online after hours of scrolling. It was still liveable, but the older couple who owned it before moved to a retirement community and could not keep up with the maintenance. When the inheritance hit your bank account, you called the local realtor and told them you would be flying out there to check it out. When the car pulled up the long driveway, you knew that it would be yours. 

Texas was a new start for you. And boy, were you ready for it. 

You did not have a lot to move in, just a small UHaul full of boxes of clothes and miscellaneous trinkets. You left your furniture in your shared apartment in New York. You needed to find something that was more your style, anyway. 

You moved everything yourself. You were not sure you were ready to trust anyone to help you move in. You knew no one locally, anyway.

It took about three days to get settled, and by that, you simply put up a shower curtain and finally put sheets on your mattress on the floor. You had also created a laundry list of random things you wanted to get done around the house in the next month. Priority number one was getting the bathrooms working. The toilet downstairs doesn’t stop running and your upstairs one won’t flush at all. 

You decided that today was the day you would go out and buy some furniture for your living room and bedroom. You would also inquire to some locals about a plumber. It would take you days to work up the courage to reach out to someone in the phone book, so here’s to hoping you just run into someone on the street. 

You hop into the sedan that you were renting until you could buy a car. It was nice but it was no match for your long dirt driveway. You already expected to pay extra for all the dings on the exterior. 

The roads that lead into Main Street are long and winding. You loved driving, so when it was nice enough to put the windows down, you did so. 

Since there’s no one on this specific stretch, you decide to switch the CD you had shoved into the disc drive, opting for another mix you had made years ago. The radio never played what you wanted, especially the local stations in Taylor. 

In your distracted scramble for the CD, you don’t take note of the large stallion running next to your car. The CD is wedged between the seat and the main console and your fingers cannot reach the awkward position. 

You’re not speeding. But when a giant horse runs out in front of you, you can not hit the break quickly enough. You stop breathing, bracing for impact. You jerk the wheel slightly, swerving away from the steed.  Before your front end can make an impact, the horse is snatched back towards the divot in the road. 

You are in complete and utter shock over how abruptly it all happened. 

Your eye eventually catches a man on horseback, his cowboy hat shields most of his face, but you are more focused on how built this man looks. His biceps were straining against his button-up shirt as he held the lasso taut against his chest. His legs were locked around the brown stallion he was on, his jeans riddled with mud and dust. He had dark curls that peaked out from under his hat.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” You yell, your car slowly inching forward from its spot in the middle of the road, “Where did that thing even come from?”

The mysterious cowboy just shakes his head and trots away, clicking his tongue to guide the horse back into the field. 

Your heart felt like it may leap out of your chest. A car was chugging down the road ahead of you, so you knew you had to move out of the way. You turn into your lane and slowly start down the road again.

You do not even bother trying to find the CD, again. You would rather sit in complete silence. 

-

When you make it to the small stretch of downtown, your heart rate slows down. You spot a local furniture store that looks a bit dated. It was your best bet plus, you wanted to stand on solid ground and gain your bearings. 

You parallel park rather terribly and hop out of your car. You huff loudly, throwing your purse over your shoulder and slamming the door behind you. 

A hot cowboy saved your life. 

It’s the most Texas thing that’s happened to you since you moved here. 

You head inside the storefront. A smaller white-haired lady sits at the front desk, her head in a gossip magazine. 

“Well, hello there,” You muster in your best cheery voice, trying to act like you did not almost die, “I’m lookin’ for some furniture.”

She chuckles as she places her reading next to the register, “Well, you came to the right place, sweetheart.”

You return the laugh, glancing around the large store. Couches and recliners in rows in the front, wooden bed sets lining the back wall. You were so indecisive, you were not completely sure where to start. 

“I need a bedroom set and a couch or two. I just moved into th-”

“The old Caldwell farmhouse,” She cuts you off, hopping off her stool, “Saw you movin’ in a couple days ago. My boy is your neighbor.”

The joke about small towns is always true, you know that already. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. You could not shit without someone knowing about it. 

You raise your eyebrows, acting like you’re shocked she knows about you already. “Yes, that’s right. Your boy?”

“My oldest son, Joel. He lives across the way from ya,” She starts gesturing towards the couches, “Pop a squat on one and see which one ya like.”

You end up sitting on every couch before landing on a brown leather one with a matching loveseat. The old woman is a great saleswoman on top of being sickly sweet. She told you since you are one of her first customers of the month, she would give you a great discount on a coffee table. You were a sucker for a good deal. 

You knew what bed set you wanted immediately. It was a light-washed wood with tall pillars sticking out of every corner. It came with two matching dressers and one nightstand. It was only you, so you didn’t quite care about another side table anyway. 

When the lady starts tallying up your total, you watch the slow-moving downtown. A couple walking across the street into the small diner. An older gentleman walking his small dog. The rickety old trucks that loudly took up the roads. 

You’re so stuck in your head, you don’t even hear what your total is. All you do is hand over your credit card. She smiles and giggles as she swipes the card. 

“So I’ll have my boy deliver it to you tomorrow. He is busy workin’ today, but I’ll have him get it to you. He’s quite the handyman, always busy doing jobs around town. Will you be home in the morning?”

You would have to have some strange man in your home to set up the heavy wooden furniture. It made the hairs on your arm stand up. You knew you would not be able to haul it all, so you had to take the leap of faith and hope and pray this frail old lady’s son is not a serial killer. Or stalker. Or both. 

You needed your furniture, after all. 

It will be okay, you tell yourself. 

“U-uh, I will,” You swallow, “I don’t work right now, so I’ll be home all day.”

“Oh, goody! I will send him your way in the morning. He may have his brother with him just to get the bed up your stairs, but I promise they are good boys. If they aren’t, you come to me and their mama will deal with them.”

You laugh nervously, “Of course, thank you so much.”

–

You had woken up late, your anxiety creeping up on you last night. Your brain would not stop racing. You didn’t fall asleep until 2 am. You hop out of bed around 10:30 and wrap yourself in a cardigan. You have been leaving all the windows open at night, but you can tell the seasons are shifting because it gets so cold at night. 

The doorbell rings and it’s like your heart falls out of your chest. You know that after you open this door, you’re welcoming in someone completely new and unexpected and it makes your whole body jitter. You make your way to the front door and take a deep breath before opening it. 

Of course. It’s him. The hot cowboy. 

It made sense. The endless green across from your home had to be part of his property. The road you almost died on yesterday was right beside his land. His house was tucked right across from the end of your driveway, with countless barns spread across a couple of acres.

You were secretly hoping he would be some silly-looking hillbilly, but instead, you find out your delivery man is the ridiculously attractive cowboy from the day before. His hair is tidy and dark without the cowboy hat on. It’s peppered with some white hairs, but it only adds to his appearance. His flannel has the top three buttons undone and his jeans are stained with age. You are finally able to get a good look at his face with no shadows covering his permanent scowl. 

He had to be about 10 years older than you. You were not too far off from wrinkles, but you were still young enough to bear children without being considered geriatric. 

He squints at you when you swing the door open. The sun is hitting his eyes, highlighting the warm rich brown color. 

“Howdy neighbor,” He greets, a small smirk plays on his lips, “’m Joel. Nice to meet you officially.”

You introduce yourself, trying not to stutter as you say your name. He made you nervous. You chalk it up to just being nervous around men in general. But it’s the way his eyes trailed you as you moved just slightly.

You feel the need to clear the air because of the way he’s staring through you. 

“And uh, listen, about yesterday,” You try to apologize, but he cuts you off by raising his hand. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time an outsider got themselves hurt bein’ reckless down the backroads. Just glad you didn’t hit my horse.”

The response has a bit of a bite to it. You back up a step, your body also taken aback by his directness. You are used to confrontational people, but you’re not used to Southern folk being that way. 

“No, next time I’ll aim for the ditch and tell my insurance that there was a silly cowboy in the road that I had to miss.”

You can tell by the sheepish smile on his face that he was not expecting you to be feisty.

“Don’t think they’d give ya’ much money for that,” He says in a hushed but matter-of-fact tone.

You relax your shoulders, trying to collect yourself. “Probably not.” 

He turns back to his truck that has your bed frame in the back of it, disregarding the previous statements. “My brother is comin’ by in a few to help me get this stuff in.”

“Well, let’s not let all the air out of the house right now,” You extend the door wider for him. You are giving this man full access to your home now. You try to suppress your obsessive thoughts and instead decide that you know exactly what you can have him do while you wait. You remember his mom told you he was good with his hands, and since he wants to be snarky to you in the comfort of your own home, you would try to pick his mind about some of your home projects. “Come in, let me ask you something.” 

You begin, gesturing him into the entryway. He accepts the offer, kicking his boots off on the porch. You appreciate his thoughtfulness and for a second, you realize you may be the asshole. 

“Mama told you I was a handyman, didn’t she?”

You giggle, finding it funny that he could read the situation you were about to put him in. “She sure did.”

“She needs to stop tellin’ folks that,” His accent is so thick and syrupy, that it makes your insides tingle, “Got too many people askin’ me to fix their stuff.”

You guide him to the bathroom right off the living room and kitchen, “You know much about plumbing?”

“I’m assumin’ you don’t,” He mutters, “What do you have goin’ on?”

You point to the loudly running toilet, “This thing won’t stop running no matter what I do.”

“Well, what have you tried doin’?”

You both stand in the hallway, you looking up at him with furrowed brows, him looking down at you with anticipation. He was quick-witted, and you started to hate how much you liked it. He gave your sassiness a run for it’s money.

“I’ve flushed it a bunch of times. Cursed at it and kicked it,” He stares at you blankly. It makes your stomach roll, “Jesus, Cowboy, can you give a girl a break?”

He enters the narrow bathroom, approaching the toilet like there may be a bomb in it. He reaches towards the handle and jiggles it violently, which makes you giggle a bit. That’s exactly what you did. 

“So, why here?” He questions, squatting in front of the bowl. He continues to mess with the handle while you process his no-context question.

“What Texas or this bathroom?”

He chuckles, his smile spreading across his beautifully tanned skin. 

“You got tons of jokes, huh?” 

You don’t respond, just shrug your shoulders. He stands up, wiggling the top of the tank off the toilet. You watch his hands lock onto the sides of it, ensuring it will not drop off and shatter on the dated tile. 

“Texas,” He strains, freeing his left hand to mess with the handle. You lean against the door frame. 

You are not even sure why Texas. You just needed to get as far as you could away from New York. You did not want your past to catch up with you, and you did not want to get stuck in a city again. But you could not share all this with a random stranger. He may be in your house, looking at your commode, but you can’t completely trust him yet. 

“I just wanted a change of scenery. I always wanted a farmhouse.”

“Lots of upkeep,” He jabs, doing one more once over of the tank, “‘M thinking you may need a new float or chain. I can get my tools tomorrow and come over to fix it. May need to order a new part, though.”

You push off the wall, arms still crossed over your front. He puts the top back on and finally makes eye contact with you. 

He would come over again? To fix your toilet? 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, ‘m sure it’s the chain or float.”

“No, I m-mean,” You start to stumble over your words. You swallow, collecting yourself for a moment so you do not look crazy to him. “Are you sure you’re okay coming back over?”

He gives you a thin-lipped smile, “What are neighbors for?”

-

His brother arrives in a rickety old truck at about 15 past 11. He looks a lot like him, but shorter. He has those same eyes though, permanently tired. 

“Nice to meet ya, ma’am. ‘M Tommy.”

You grab his hand to shake it and he lingers a bit longer than you anticipated. Joel stayed on your front porch, putting his boots back on to start unloading the furniture. 

You are thankful the weather was kind today, especially since every evening this week has been stormy. The sun was beating mighty hard on the men as they collaborated on getting your furniture inside.

While they get everything set up, you busy yourself making lunch. You get the bright idea to make them each a sandwich. It’s the least you could do. 

You pile the cold-cut turkey and cheese onto the white bread you had, topping it with some mayo. When you hear their footsteps trailing down the stairs, you race out with the sandwiches on a porcelain plate.

“For your troubles,” You say before standing in their path to the door. Tommy smiles brightly, instantly snatching a sandwich from the plate. 

“Thanks, darlin’,” He takes a big bite, humming in satisfaction. He walks around you, leaving you standing in front of Joel. His eyes are piercing, his lips ajar a bit, but nothing is coming out. 

“Turkey and cheese, I promise.”

He reaches out grabbing the sandwich from you, “No sweet tea to go with it?”

Your heart sinks, instantly becoming self-conscious of your decision to be nice to these hicks. He was so intimidating with his steely expressions and broad shoulders. There was an essence about him that did not speak to his stone-cold exterior. It was more gentle. But you could only see hints of it when he smiled. 

He can tell the wheels in your head are spinning. Before you can speak, takes a bite of the sandwich and shakes his head. 

“‘m kidding, Yankee. Thank you, I ‘preciate it.”

You settle for letting out a long sigh and returning to your kitchen. You spend a couple of minutes, putting back all the ingredients in their proper places. 

You hear Tommy yell for Joel, his voice kind of panicked. You race out the front door and see Tommy balancing your coffee table off the side of the truck. Joel is running to his aid, the dust from your driveway kicking up behind him. You hold your breath watching Joel help him balance the wooden piece of furniture. 

“Can’t have you breakin’ your back before homecoming,” Joel fusses, guiding the legs of the table to the ground, “You know damn well Maria would have me, too.”

“Yeah, what’s a homecoming game without the head coach?”

You perk up, instantly becoming interested in the conversation that you weren’t supposed to be listening in on. The two men lift the table and start heading your way, right on the threshold. 

“You coach football?” You ask Tommy, trying not to show your excitement. You loved football, it reminded you of Sundays with your grandfather. You never got the privilege to go to an actual game, even in high school. 

“Yes, ma’am, for the local high school in Taylor. We are gonna make it to the state championships this year.” 

You glance at Joel when he says it. He rolls his eyes, “Gotta win at least one game to do that, Tommy.”

They place the coffee table right in front of your new leather couch. Tommy grunts, trying not to argue with his brother in front of a strange lady. 

He can’t help himself, though. He instantly snaps back at Joel.

“You know them boys have been practicin’ day in and day out. Why ya gotta be so negative?”

Joel places his hands on his hips, “Cause Sarah told me the guys in her grade are a bunch of dummies. I highly doubt they are ready to kick Georgetown’s asses.”

Tommy starts towards the door, “Just cause Sarah says it, doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“I believe my honor student daughter before I believe my dumbass little brother.”

You are not shocked Joel has a daughter. You are just shocked that she’s in high school. He looked too young to have a teen, but then again, he did have some grays sprouting. You cross your arms over your chest, watching Joel scoot the table across your hardwoods. 

You’re staring at his hands, trying to conjure up a wedding ring on his left finger. But there’s nothing. Maybe he did not wear it when he was working. Maybe he just forgot to put it on this morning. Maybe his passive aggressiveness towards you was simply to ensure there was distance between you and him, giving you subtle hints that he was taken. 

He finally glances up at you, stopping in his tracks when he notes your gaze. 

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You have no clue what to say because you are so trapped in your head about him. He’s a stranger, god damn it.

“N-no, everything is okay.”

“Don’t look it.”

“I just was not expecting the coffee table to look so dark against the hardwood,” you lie, pulling whatever you could think of out of your hat, “Doesn’t it look dark?”

Joel looks between the floor and the table, shifting in his stance, “Don’t know bout that.” 

“O-oh okay.”

“Alright, well we got ya all set up now,” He starts to head towards the entryway. You trail behind him like a lost puppy, “I’ll be by sometime tomorrow with that part for the toilet. I’m expectin’ another sandwich for that one.”

You grab your front door as you wave to Tommy as he heads for his truck. He smiles and gives you a head nod. Joel turns back to you, his ears perked up for a sarcastic jab from you.

  You think back to something he said to you earlier. You crack a smile, “What are neighbors for?”

PART 1 COMING SOON!

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[midnightorchids]

I am kinda curious

What would Jason be like if the coffee Cafe owner!reader built in a small library in her Cafe just for him,like she saw he liked reading and went like 'yup. I am building a small library for him'

This is such a fun idea, but omg please forgive me, I went a little overboard. Once I figured out what to write, I couldn’t stop. I apologize for how long it is. But omg also, I was literally kicking my feet and giggling writing the end lol, Anyways enjoy!

Owning a cafe was a difficult job, there was always much to do— customers to attend to, drinks to make, and maintenance to do. You were always busy, but you loved your job.

You had spent a lot of time curating the perfect atmosphere for your beloved customers. The lighting was warm, with fairy lights and lanterns dangling from the ceiling. There was wooden furniture and two old couches that sat by the glass windows. The tiny space smelled of freshly brewed coffee and sweet bread. The cafe was always inviting. 

You had many regulars at the coffee shop, each one with their own story, a different purpose.

For the past six months, twice a week, every Thursday and Saturday morning, a tall man walked in. Jason, you recalled his name from the many times you prepared his drinks. He’d order the same thing every time, a small London fog and a walnut banana bread.

He’d sit at the table nearest to the entrance, his back never towards the door.

Every morning, he’d come in with a new book. You had seen him read Franz Kafka, Oscar Wilde and Jane Austen; he’d read a lot of Austen.

He was a mystery and you wanted to know more. 

You found Jason quite handsome. His skin was scattered with scars and you often found yourself staring at the permanent wound near his lips. You wanted to run your fingers along it, to trace it, to kiss it. 

His eyes were always kind, a deep shade of green, forest-like you’d think to yourself. 

He spoke with kindness. His voice velvety and rich, much like the espresso you’d brew everyday, except his voice was never bitter, almost always doused with honey. 

Sometimes you’d catch him looking over at the counter, at you, you’d hoped. 

Your coworkers were afraid of him, telling you to stay away, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was like an enticing book, waiting to be read. They’d warn you, “do not engage in too much conversation with the strange man.” But it was as if they were talking to a small child, their words would go in one ear and out the other.

“Strange,” you would never use that word to describe him.

From the small talk you had with him, to his choice in books, to even his taste in tea, you’d never describe him as strange.

Gentle was the word you’d choose.

He was huge, all height and muscle, terrifying to most, however to you, he was everything but that. You saw an angel and you didn’t even know him… yet, you’d tell yourself.

There were days, where you almost gained the courage to ask for his number, maybe ask for small detail, perhaps get a glimpse of his life. But each attempt was futile. Why was it so hard to speak to him for more than five minutes, you’d curse your inability to speak to attractive men.

-

You were beginning to give up on your dreams of getting to know the beautiful stranger, when he walked in through door.

The conversation began as per usual.

“Morning Jason, what can I grab you today,” you asked politely. He smiled softly in return and you stare at the scar by his lip as he begins to speak.

“Uhh surprise me,” you look at him confused, he’s never done that before and he finds himself smiling harder. “Just kidding, I’ll just the take the usual please,” he says as he places his copy of Jane Eyre on the counter to take out his wallet.

“Brontë, why am I not surprised,” you reply, gazing at the book. You take the cash from his hands and your heart drops. Shades of purple and crimson coat his skin. They’re bruised, again.

“What can I say, I’m a man of taste,” he smirks. You roll your eyes and giggle.

“Now who told you that,” and he shrugs. Then there’s a lull, you don’t know what to say now. It isn’t awkward, but you find yourself starting feeling a little uneasy. God, if you only you could come up with something else to say. You shake your head slightly and begin to warm up his banana bread.

You turn around and wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t walk away to his usual table this time, instead he takes a seat next to the counter. Odd, you thought.

Jason’s gaze doesn’t leave you for a second, he watches you in admiration, you don’t quite catch on.

If you thought Jason was handsome, then he thought you belonged in a museum. You were a work of art in his eyes. The kind of beauty they wrote poetry about. Absolutely stunning.

He wanted to get to know you, speak to you, but he was afraid. If you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, then he may never be able to see you again. The trips to the cafe would no longer be necessary and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

However today, Jason pushes his fears aside, he feels bold. He finds his confidence and he speaks.

“Do you read much,” he asks suddenly. You place his cup of tea and bread in front of him, and nod your head.

“I do, but not what you read,” you reply and he stares into your eyes, curious. “I mostly read magazines, you know Vogue and stuff,” his smile drops a little, he’s trying really hard to not look judgemental. Cute, you think. “Kidding, I read fantasy mostly,” and his face lights up again.

“So like J.K. Rowling,” he questions.

“No, Harry Potter’s good, but I’m not really a fan of her, you know as a person. I’ve been reading a lot Neil Gaiman recently though,” you say.

“Oh fuck, yeah, she’s said some pretty crazy stuff huh,” and you nod again. “Gaiman though, I don’t think I’ve ever read his stuff before, he any good,” he asks and your eyes go wide, you’re excited.

You spend the next hour of his visit speaking to him about books, about the things that you both like.

You only part from the conversation when there was a customer.

You’ve never felt this way before, all the assumptions you made about him were true. He was an angel, a kind and gentle one.

-

A month goes by and you notice your relationship with Jason change. Now, instead of sitting by the entrance of the cafe, he sits near you, back against the door. A sign of trust, you assumed. He smiled more, he showed his teeth and he laughed, hard. You loved the sound of his laugh. His eyes looked brighter, greener, emerald-like. He still walked in with a new book, but when the conversation began, it was long forgotten.

You watched his bruises heal and you watched new ones appear, you were always curious, but never had the courage to ask. He’d tell you when he was ready.

As time went by, you found yourself wanting to do something for him, you wanted him to know that you cared. You thought that if your words were going to fail you, then maybe your actions would prove otherwise.

-

Working a closing shift at the cafe on a gloomy Tuesday evening, you find yourself thinking of different gestures you could do.

Ideas came and left, nothing felt good enough. He deserved the best. Trying to busy your mind elsewhere, you begin to sweep the floors and that’s when inspiration hits you.

There, in the coffee shop, lies an empty corner. An odd spot, not necessarily small, but also not large enough either.

A perfect fit for a decently sized bookshelf. A library, for the community, but most importantly for Jason. You smile to yourself, proud at the thought. He’d love this, you knew he would.

The next morning you find yourself drilling holes into the pale walls of the cafe, trying attach the large shelf you lugged down to the shop.

Once everything was fixed into its rightful place, you begin adding the books, by genre and then by the authors’ last names. You add many of Jason’s favourites, multiple copies of Austen. You add children’s books, comics and something for yourself.

The shelf fits right into the ambiance of the cafe, elevating it honestly. The corner looked cosy and you found yourself wanting to sit by one of the couches with a book and a cup of hot chocolate.

You stare at the shelf once more, proud. Now, you just had to wait.

-

Jason walks into the cafe the next day, he’s late. He arrives near closing time. It’s just you and him in the cafe, most of your staff left for the day and not many people stayed this late. It’s quiet, the only sound coming from the machines on your side of the counter. He’s holding another book in his hand, but he has no intention of reading tonight.

His hair is slicked back, and there’s a small cut on his forehead. He’s dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants. He looks like he’s coming back from a big event or maybe he’s going to one later. Either way, he looks pretty like this, his arms look more defined and you can make out the muscles on his back when he walks around the room, waiting for his drink.

His eyes wander around the cafe before settling on the bookshelf nestled in the odd corner. His eyes soften, he’s never noticed that before, it must be new, he thinks.

“When’d you get this,” he asks, his fingers running along the spines of the books. He’s smiling, there’s so many books.

“Yesterday, it’s for you,” you say, holding your breath. This is it, the moment you’ve been preparing for.

“For me,” he looks over at you as you settle his tea on the counter. You begin walking over to his side, slowly, riddled with nerves.

“Yes, since you’re always here, I thought you’d like having a book shelf here. It’s like a library, you take a book and then you-“ he cuts you off suddenly.

“You made a library for me in your cafe, are you serious,” he’s trying to hold back a smile, you can tell. His scar gets more prominent when he does that. “Why,” he as asks, his voice is soft, it feels like warm milk with honey, comforting.

“You’re gonna make me say it,” you can’t see your face, but it feels hot, you can tell you’re blushing.

“Yeah, say it. Why is there a library in your cafe for me,” he says, enunciating the words “your” and “for me.” He’s smirking now. He knows the answer, he just wants to hear it from you.

The point of the library was to not have to say anything, for your actions to speak for you, but here you are. Ears burning and palms clammy.

“I…,” you trail off, you look around the room, anywhere but his face. He notices and walks closer, his hands gently make their way around your waist.

“Say it,” he exclaims, it’s not forceful, he’s smiling and shades of pink dust his cheeks.

You close your eyes shut, fuck, you’re going to have to say it.

“I really like you jas-,” and with that, his lips find their way to your own. You move in harmony, much like matcha and oat milk. His lips are sweet, he tastes like the banana bread, he decided to eat while pacing around the cafe. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, you pull back and smile. You peck his lips. Once where the scar is and once more on the centre. He grins.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that from you,” he mumbles against your lips, waiting for you to kiss him again.

And you do, you kiss him again and again.

[violet-fluff]

Levi x Pregnant! Reader AU

An Unexpected Gift (pt.1)

Part two

Masterlist

You stared at the endless amount of medical posters plastered on the walls.

One provided a hotline for mental crisis.

One demonstrated a diagram of a human’s nervous system.

And another was reminding everyone to get their flu shot for the upcoming season.

You weren’t here for any of that. You were here because…cancer.

At least that’s what Google determined your sudden nausea was, because…why wouldn’t Google continuously tell people they have cancer?

“Miss L/N?” A nurse’s sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

The nurse escorts you to the back where she has you step on a scale to get your weight.

You’ve lost three pounds.

Yup. Cancer. Definitely cancer.

After taking other precautions like your height, blood pressure and temperature, the nurse leaves you in a room to wait for the doctor.

The crinkling of the bed’s paper cover annoys you as it crinkles every time you move.

You sit up straight as you hear a knock on the door and your doctor walks in.

“Miss L/N. Nice to see you again.”

“Dr. Reed,” You sigh, “I have cancer don’t I?”

Dr. Reed chuckles as he sits in his chair, reading over his clipboard. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop reading Google?”

“Every time…”

He looks over the rim of his glasses and smiles as he clicks his pen closed. “Well fortunately for you, Miss L/N, you don’t have cancer. Your blood tests and urine samples came back showing that you’re pregnant.”

Time stood still. You feel all the color wash from your face as you feel light headed. “P-pregnant?”

“Mhmm,” Dr. Reed hums and crosses his arms. “It explains your sudden nausea, weight loss and fatigue. I’m shocked Google told you cancer and not pregnancy. Although, your iron levels are low so I’m going to prescribe you iron pills as well as prenatals.”

You cover your eyes as you laugh in disbelief. “I didn’t figure I was pregnant because my husband is snipped. He’s not supposed to be able to get me pregnant!”

Dr. Reed hums in thought. “I see. Well unfortunately in some rare instances, vasectomies can fail. I would advise your husband to go to his doctor to get that looked at. You both decided to not have children or he already had the vasectomy before he married you?”

You sigh. “We both decided to not have children.”

“Alright,” Dr. Reed uses his professionalism to analyze the situation, “How do you feel about this? The pregnancy I mean.”

“Shocked. In disbelief.” You twiddle your thumbs anxiously. “I mean, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I have an important question to ask. This may be one you want to speak with your husband about first, only if you’re comfortable with that. Do you want to terminate the pregnancy or keep it?” The doctor asks sternly, but softly.

You try to think of an answer, but so much is going on in your head that you can’t come up with one on the spot. “Um, I have to think about this first. I would also like to let my husband know. It would be wrong of me not to tell him.”

Dr. Reed nods and helps you up. “Alright. If you want to keep the pregnancy or terminate it, I want you to call the office right away after you make the decision so I can know what direction to take you.”

Tears fill your eyes as you nod. “Thanks, Dr. Reed.”

He smiles and helps you back out to the office.

Once you get home, Levi is waiting for you on the couch. Your eyes widen.

“You’re home early?”

Levi nods as he watches the TV. “Yeah. The building is getting electrical maintenance so Erwin sent us all home.”

“Ok.” You quickly walk to the bathroom and sit on the floor for a few minutes, trying to figure out how you will tell Levi.

You jump when there’s a knock on the door. “You alright? Did you have to take a shit?”

With a small laugh, you took a deep breath and decided it was now or never.

You walk out of the bathroom and come face to face with Levi. He raises a brow as you grab his arm and sit you both on the edge of your bed.

“I went to the doctors today….”

Levi groaned. “Shit. You’re dying aren’t you?”

You give a small smile. “I thought I was. But…I’m pregnant…”

Levi’s eyes widen and he jumps up. “What?! How?!”

“The doctor said sometimes a vasectomy can fail and-“

“No no no!” Levi cuts you off as he starts pacing back and forth. “Not mine. My wouldn’t fail. I went to the best doctor in the city.”

At a loss for words, all you can do is start tearing up and stuttering. “W-well, that’s what my doctor said. He confirmed-“

Levi stopped right in front of you and looked down towards you. “You cheated didn’t you?”

“What?! No!” You yell. “I literally told you what my doctor said. He said you should get rechecked by yours.”

Levi covers his face with his hands. “Do you want to keep it? Because remember we both decided we liked to be by ourselves and not have a little shit to deal with.”

A sense of motherly instinct washed over you on that last part and caused you to stand up in irritation. “I do want to keep it.”

That causes Levi to freeze in place and then suddenly throw his hands up in frustration. “Shit! I can’t deal with this right now!”

He storms out of the bedroom and you can hear the jingle of his car keys as he stomps out the front door, giving it a nice slam on his way out.

You are emotionless for a good minute before you start sobbing into your hands.

‘I guess I’m a single mom now.’

[theminecraftbee]

Once again, Zedaph finds himself outside the closed gates of the Deep Frost Citadel, tapping his feet with annoyance. Honestly, by now you’d think the stupid thing would understand Zedaph always gets his way, when it comes to Tango, but no, Tango’s stupid base keeps trying to stop him.

“I told you, I’m not here to negotiate, I’m here to pick up my friend,” Zedaph says irritably. The gates of the base don’t respond, and don’t open. ���I have a very important nap to be taking, I’ll have you know, and I will not be stopped by… by base chicanery!”

There’s a deep, rolling growl from somewhere in the bowls of the citadel. It sounds like ravagers.

“Oh, don’t you threaten me, you know I’ll run around and die in there all you want as soon as it’s ready. Not even afraid, am I? You’ve had your taste of the good old Zed flesh, but no sir, you aren’t getting me today. The high-voltage wires were a good trick last time I came to bother Tango, I admit, but it won’t work again!”

Another rumbling growl. Zedaph huffs. It would certainly be nice if Decked Out spoke in human to him, so he wouldn’t have to keep guessing. Even sheep would be better—Tango may have an affinity for beasts, but Zedaph only has an affinity if the beasts are also silly.

He makes an educated guess. “Yes, yes, I know you’ve ‘eaten him’ or whatever. Well I’ll have you know that Tangos have more nutritional value after watching me take a very important nap. And also dying. Its enriching. You like enriched Tango—okay, okay, that wasn’t the complaint, geez, you don’t have to shout at me. At this rate I’ll just use my pickaxe to break through the door, and then what will you do, huh? Nothing. You’ll do nothing, because you’re a big stupid building in the ground, and Tango was my friend first.”

A rumble.

“Haha, yeah, take that. We’ve been friends for years. You might be his magnum opus, but you’ve never made him sign a custom body pillow with your beautiful face on it, have you? That is the bond of men! No base can do anything about that.”

A louder rumble. Zedaph feels what he thinks is supposed to be fear and desire to wander into the depths and die or something silly like that. Zedaph isn’t certain, because it’s not as important as Zedvancements. This is one of Zedaph’s special abilities: if it’s not as important as whatever he’s doing right now, he’s very good at ignoring it until it becomes important. So, like, the Citadel is trying to lure him to his death, but that’s less important than taking a very deadly nap while Tango watches with horrified awe, so he’ll just ignore it until later.

Works every time.

“Listen, I’ll bring him back in one piece! Have I ever lied about that? I never do. He always comes right back to work, even when I do distract him, and he’s chipper again, right? I barely even disrupt things. Not that you could do anything if I did, of course, you hunk of stone and ice.”

Zedaph stares at the closed doors for a bit longer. He thinks this is about when anyone else would either die on the spot, or run away screaming, or maybe just come in and feed themselves to a ravager, but the that’s because the other hermits very frequently don’t have anything better to do than to get caught up in other people’s nonsense, in Zed’s experience.

Zedaph simply has so much nonsense of his own that he can out-stubborn even Tango’s base. Like he said: a special talent.

Slowly, as though greatly reluctant, the gates open.

“Thank you, geez! Was that so hard?”

Zedaph stomps through to the hidden access door of the Decked Out maintenance tunnels, grabbing one of the supplemental oxygen masks as he does. He sighs as he realizes that Tango, once again, has forgotten he needs to breathe. Hopefully, the fact Zedaph is currently keenly aware of needing to breathe on account of planning to not do that ten times in a row does not remind Tango.

He finds Tango taking a nap tangled in some high-voltage redstone lines. This time, Zedaph knows better than to touch them. It had been a mite embarrassing the last time. “Tango! Hey, Tango!”

“Wuh?” says Tango, eloquently. “I’m up, I’m up, level three’s almost done I swear—”

“Tango, get up, I have bedroom tricks to show you!” Zedaph says.

“I’m up! Zed? Oh hey! What are you doing all the way out here?”

“I told you. It’s urgent, Tango, urgent. I have bedroom tricks only you can assist me with.”

“Well, that’s a good time I wasn’t expecting,” Tango says.

“No, you idiot! Get your head out of the gutter, and come on! I have things to do!”

“Okay, Zedaph, geez, geez, lemme just—”

“I’ve already asked your stupid base,” Zedaph says. “It’s fine. Now, get out of those wires before I get shocked or something, and we’re going to go have fun.”

Tango slowly uncoils himself. “Right. I’ll get ready and—” Zedaph whips a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket. Tango pauses before smiling brightly. “Oh, you’re the best.”

“I really am,” agrees Zed, and he grabs his best friend’s hand and leads him out of the Deep Frost Citadel to show off his latest contraption. He turns around and sticks his tongue out for good measure at the base as they go. Hah. Take that. The best. There’s no beating it.

And there’s no keeping him away from Tango. Zedaph guarantees it.

[yandere-sins]

Not to be the monsterfucker y'all know and love but I was running around, clearing the map today a bit while I was waiting for a visitor and I found these absolute UNITS of skeletons (They are called Death Shepherds):

Like HELLO???? I don't even mean that sexually but WHY ARE THEY SO FREAKIN' HOT???? (Sorry for the crap resolution on the first pic, I forgot screenshot's existed and used my phone, but then I remembered.)

Also they were HUGE BOYS (yes, plural, there were 2. Like Gale certainly has BJ height at most next to them, they were MASSIVE CHUNKS OF SKELETON AND ARMOR!!) compared to everyone else, even my Dragonborn Tav, and they kept reanimating the ghouls (which weren't as pretty), so I told my friend who was obviously appalled by how infatuated I was with the skeletons really tickled my inspiration for them, and I was thinking...

Yandere skeletons that are just your scary dog privilege, protection squad.

(And no, we are not sexualizing this time, this is not Sans Undertale.)

You should have died that day you met them, but without any apparent reason, they didn't attack you. They just watch you with their holes for eyes, ever so slightly creeping closer. It's not until the ghouls sticking around them notice you that you get into grave danger. You see those hungry, violent creatures charge at you, their claws scraping over stone and dirt as they come for your life, when, suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air and then flesh fills the crossroad where your unfortunate encounter takes place.

The scream ripping from your throat gets stuck as the head of the ghoul that attacked you rolls up to your feet, a now bloody sword lowering again as you hear the other ghouls whimper—whimper!—before they take off the other way. Instead, the two skeletons stalk closer, their armor rattling as if they were still living, breathing beings going off to war. Instead, one bends down, inspecting you with soulless eyes, its hand coming up to cup your cheek as if concerned with the horror etched into your face.

There's no getting rid of them. After standing around for what feels like ages, you are as confused as you are increasingly in a hurry to get away. Once you take enough steps away to turn your back to them without fearing being struck down, you make a mad dash for your life, running until your thighs burn and lungs beg for a moment to breathe—only to hear their armor rattle behind you.

Honestly, purely from a travel companion point of view, you cannot ask for anyone better. They are swift and skilled in battle, scaring away anyone who dares to come close to you, and incredibly low maintenance, as they don't need food or shelter, really. But they aren't mindless goons either, and that's where things get crazy.

Because one night, they decide they deserve cuddles for all the good they do.

As if being watched by the darkness in their eye sockets while you sleep isn't bad enough, you feel the hard armor press to your back one night, an arm—clothed but mere bones—wrapping around you from behind, face nestling into the nape of your neck. You can kind of come to terms with them trotting behind you all day, never saying anything, never leaving your side. You might even be thankful for their help when they keep robbers and goblins at bay and you out of any harm's way. Hell, you let them watch you do anything like eat, sleep, and—despite feeling unwarranted shame rake its claws down your body—bathe. But this was getting out of hand.

It could have been okay if it had only been a moment, but learning that these creatures sought out contact this intimate freaks you out. And it's never just a moment of putting their souls at ease, no. Because no matter how much you wriggle, they won't let go of you, their scraggy fingers digging into your flesh. You'll have to wait for them to switch if you want to try and escape, leaving everything behind to make a run for it in the middle of the night. But in stark contrast to you, who ran into the darkness without the time to collect things, they have all their belongings on them if they pick up their swords, and they can run endlessly without worrying about aches and stamina, catching up to you quickly. You'll just hang your head and be escorted back to camp when you decide to stop panicking, only for them to take the opportunity to rearrange and occupy both sides of your bedroll as they please once you want to lay down for another sleepless night.

It's not like you can get rid of them. You can't take them both on and if one falls, the other will just bring it back to life in an endless circle. You saw it before; no doubt it will happen again. Even if you talk to them, ask them questions, or shoo them away, they don't budge and cannot answer, getting into motion again only if you do. The most they ever give you to indicate their thoughts is laying their head to the side as if they don't understand you. Or admire you. Or stare at you adoringly. Who knows.

Things turn from bad to worse when you decide to end your adventure and return home. The stares you receive when you enter the city you live in with your hulking, undead companions are mortifying. Some people faint on the spot; others scream. And the two try to fight anyone trying to squeeze past them, seeing them as possible enemies to you. They made sure your life will never be the same. Neither friends nor family can get close to you, and no one dares to talk with you, trade, or even look your way. These two are creating a life where you'll be separated from anyone but them, and you begin to doubt they are doing it unintentionally. You'll never be able to free yourself unless you find a group that manages to actually kill them both.

But then again, as you stare at the night sky, stars twinkling above you, you can't help but feel bad for the two boney companions hugging you and resting their hard heads on your chest. The same ones that are so scarily indifferent, yet swift and merciless in a fight, straight out of a horror story with blood splattered on their white faces and swords in hand. Yet, they pick up flowers for you on the way or clean your equipment while you're asleep, hunting food for you and preparing it so you can cook and eat it right away. They are like needy puppies, putting their heads on top of yours while you read the map or admire the scenery, or hold onto your sleeve as you walk through a dark cave so you don't get lost. Clearly, they have some lingering sentiment, searching for warmth and affection from you. There's nowhere for you to run or hide, as they have all the time and strength to go after you. Maybe you shouldn't have given them names, shouldn't have treated them kindly when you started to travel together. But all these regrets come now when it's already too late.

Because they will let nothing and no one take you from them, no matter who or what they have to fight, just so they can have you all to themselves.

Their pretty, little, alive darling with a heart that races so fast whenever they do anything, be it scare or love you. 

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Bonus points for you somehow dying despite their efforts (traps and magic are a bitch to avoid), so they keep reviving you, and they either... 

a.) succeed, and now you owe them your life and have to live with the knowledge of what it's like to die and that they'll most likely keep reviving you, even if you die of old age. So you'll suffer eternally with them.

b.) don't succeed, and can't accept/don't understand you're dead, so they carry your body around, trying to show you all the pretty things they learned you like as you slowly decay in their arms until you are a mere skeleton like them, so they lay you to rest in a grave with them, coming alive only when someone tries to rob your grave before returning to slumber next to you. You three won't even be apart in death.

Like, sorry guys, that's my emotional support yandere skeleton beloved ♥

[maddiethedogstories]

New You Gym - 15

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

As his wife walked down to check in with the daycare attendant, Michael allowed himself to be led into class by his beautiful trainer Emily. She gently guided him into the studio by placing her hand familiarly on the small of his back. The feel of her small, yet strong hands on his body set an shock of arousal through his whole body. Although he had only known the woman for a few days, Michael's primal animal attraction to Emily was almost palpable in the air around him.

For her part, Emily seemed to be attracted to Michael too; although Michael couldn't imagine why. His pudgy dad bod was nothing compared to her exquisite form. However, throughout the CrossFit class, Michael noticed Emily taking every chance she had to place her hands on his body, even when it seemed unnecessary.

Plus, even when Emily was coaching someone else, he caught her staring at him with a flirty and mischievous smile that seemed to scream, 'I want you to take me right here.'

Suffice to say, despite coming to the gym with his wife, Michael, embarrassingly, failed to notice that she never made it to the class they were supposed to be taking together.

Realizing his oversight when class ended, Michael walked over to Emily to see if she had heard anything about where Kylee might be. As Michael got within arms reach of his trainer, Emily reached over and grabbed his arm, firmly squeezing his bicep.

"Good work out there today Mikey! I am already starting to see the results," Emily said encouragingly squeezing Michael's bicep again.

Michael subconsciously puffed out his chest a little in pride, while simultaneously flexing his bicep to display his ever so slightly growing muscles.

"Thanks! That means a lot coming from someone as incredibly fit as you," Michael said, not-so-discreetly eyeing Emily up and down. "I do actually have a question for you though," Michael said.

"Oh, is it about one of the exercises from the workout?" Emily asked.

"No, I was actually wondering if you've seen Kylee, my wife? She was supposed to come to class after checking in with the daycare attendant, but I haven't seen her," Michael explained.

With the mention of Kylee, Emily removed her hand from Michael's arm, and her tone and body language became colder and less familiar.

"Oh, yeah, Kylee! I completely forgot about her! I haven't seen or heard anything about her since we sent her down to the daycare," Emily said. "But, I bet you Julie, who she was supposed to meet down there, knows what's going on. My next class isn't for an hour, want me to walk down there with you?" Emily said hopefully.

"That would be great!" Michael said.

Emily let out a small breath, as if some tension had been released when he agreed to let her guide him.

"Let's go!" Emily said, excitedly grabbing Michael's hand and gently leading him to the basement of the New You Gym.

As they walked, Michael did feel a little ashamed at the fact he was holding hands with a woman other than his wife. However, that feeling was drowned by the electric excitement he felt at sharing such a simple, intimate gesture with a woman who he was so incredibly attracted to. Plus, he told himself, they were just holding hands, it wasn't like this was a relationship that would ever go anywhere.

Michael and Emily quickly made it to the liminal space that was the basement hallway.

As they entered it, Michael looked around uncomfortably, and even felt a shiver go down his spine. He gripped Emily's hand harder, as if holding on to her would ward off the bad spirits that seemed to fill the space.

"Well, this place is fucking creepy," Michael told Emily, "People bring their kids down here?"

"Oh, don't be dramatic, it's not that bad," Emily said just as a light flickered ominously above them. "Ok, I'll admit maintenance could change a few light bulbs, but it's not horrible. Also, frankly, not many people come here. We really don't have a lot of members with kids. I think Julie spends more time using her nursing degree to take care of injured members than watching kids."

"It's still creepy," Michael said, jumping a little as another light flickered.

Michael and Emily made it to the door to the daycare shortly after that conversation. Michael reached a hand out to grab the doorknob when the door suddenly opened in front of him.

Michael quickly jumped back, releasing Emily's hand.

Michael immediately felt Emily's hand rubbing his lower back reassuringly as Julie, the beautiful giant of a woman he had met after last week's class, stepped through the door holding a clear plastic bag with wet yoga pants and panties that looked suspiciously like Kylee's.

"Oh hello there, Michael! What great timing!" Julie greeted Michael as she closed the door to the daycare softly behind her. "I was hoping I could catch you before you left. Oh, and I see Emily brought you down here. Excellent, excellent."

"Is everything okay, Julie? Kylee was supposed to come down here and hour ago, and we haven't seen her since," Michael responded.

"Oh, everything is fine. Kylee is just having another rough day," Julie said as she started fumbling for her phone. "Here, can you hold on to this? It's yours to take home anyway." Julie said as she handed Michael the bag of clearly wet clothes that he definitely recognized as Kylee's now that he could inspect them more closely.

"Oh no, she didn't do it again?" Michael asked.

"I am afraid she did," Julie responded, pulling up the video of Kylee being startled by Julie entering the daycare and thoroughly flooding her pants and panties. "The poor little darling just seems to have one of the worst nervous bladders I have ever seen! I swear it's like that girl was never properly potty trained!" Julie chuckled.

"Oh, poor little thing, she must be devastated! Wetting her pants twice in two trips to the gym! Does she wet her pants often, Mikey?" Emily piped in, addressing Michael with her new pet name for him.

"No, not at all," Michael said confused and concerned, "she must be devastated!"

Michael felt a strong sense of shame building that he had lost himself so completely around Emily that he had forgotten about his wife.

"Where is she?" He asked, reaching for the door.

Julie quickly slapped Michael's hand away from the doorknob.

"She's in there sleeping! Do NOT wake her up!" Julie ordered firmly. "You're right, she was devastated to have another accident. I think the embarrassment of it sent her spiraling into a bit of a mental breakdown. She's in there right now sleeping it off, and I don't think it would do anyone any good to wake her before she's ready."

Julie's logic was sound.

Michael knew that it was best to give Kylee her space to process big emotions like these. He complied with Julie's commands and stepped back from the door.

"How long do you think she'll be out? I don't want to abandon her here, but I also have a few errands that have to get done today," Michael asked.

"I have no idea, but, if I had to guess, it'd be a while. The poor baby really has had a rough time of it," Julie said.

"Hm, what should I do? Maybe you could call me when she wakes up? Hopefully, I'll be close by," Michael offered, in his own head trying to determine how to best deal with the logistics of the situation. Michael then felt a familiar hand rubbing his back reassuringly.

"I have an idea Mikey," Emily offered, "I'm going to be around most of the day anyways. How about when Emily wakes up, Julie let's me know, and I can drive her back to your place? She knows me, so I'll be a familiar face, and she won't have to be here longer than necessary. I know I have classes going, but I am sure another trainer could cover while I drive her home."

That made perfect sense to Michael. The lights flickered in the basement hallway again, almost as if to emphasize that Michael should follow Emily's plan.

"That sounds good to me, if it's okay with you two," Michael said hesitantly hoping both Emily and Julie would agree.

"That sounds like a great solution to me!" Julie said.

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't fine with it," said Emily. "Plus, it'll give Kylee and I a little time to get to know each other."

"Then it's settled," proclaimed Julie, "Michael, go home. Julie go to your next class. The next time either of you will hear from me will be to hand off Kylee to one of you. Now shoo before all this talking wakes that poor girl up!"

The lights flickered again and Michael felt all his worry over this plan almost magically wash away.

"Come on Mikey, we'll walk up together." Emily grabbed Michael's hand again, urged him to turn his back to the daycare and his wife, and gently led him back up the stairs.

Michael then left the gym, none-the-wiser to the torture and pleasure his wife had just endured.

[ooooshetriesss]

Announcement/Update Cat parents of MALE CATS SPECIFICALLY! If their under 8 &/or u’ve yet to learn about ‘the possibility of obstruction (something that CAN & WILL happen to certain genetically predisposed cats; swap them to wet food for their safety & PLEASE READ)

Hey guys💔 Todays rope had to be canceled. I had to rush one of my boys to ER. It was pretty serious, pretty scary & after 2 days I was finally able to bring him home but, I’m gonna have to keep an eye on him.Because of his size & the meds he needed; they hit him heavy so, he needs help going to the bathroom & using the water bowl.

Thank you to everyone whose reached out via IG as this was going down; if I didn’t get back to you, my apologies; it’s been a bit hectic but Im sincerely grateful for everyone’s concern.

IF U HAVE MALE CATS; SWAP THEM TO WET FOOD FOR THEIR SAFETY if u wanna spare a 1k vet bill,

(I was so shocked to hear both the vet & a lot of my fellow cat owners say “yeah it’s common, most ppl just don’t find out their cats intolerant till the worst happens; & because cats mask so well; at that point, it can truly be serious…)

I know Miami is densely populated but not everyone is 10 mins away from a vet. Also times are tough; I cannot stomach the idea of someone losing their cat cause they didn’t have 1000$ on standby (which who the fk has that these days)

I want to make this last part exceptionally clear..,

I am someone who has had a job since before I was legally allowed to obtain one… I’m one of millions of Americans who couldn’t afford college nor qualify for financial aid… I have worked to the BONE In everything from service industry, to blue collar, to maintenance(both in terms of house keeping & even assembling & maintenance of salt water aquariums..was even a groutsmith) like most Americans, I’ve never had insurance & lived paycheck to paycheck + have made just enough to get by since I was 15.

I didn’t have ‘luxurious purchases’ I had medical bills I couldn’t even afford a regular minimum payment on… I didn’t save for ‘exuberant trips’ … I saved to get a weeks worth of groceries…

I never bought a car..: but some days I spent just as much as I made just to get to work ..(& while the men were praised for riding their bikes & showing “that type of initiative…” I was berated for showing up to work “in such a condition” “It doesn’t matter u come in early /before we open to “fix urself up”

When YOU WALK IN THRU THAT DOOR, U WALK/TALK/COME IN LIKE UR ALREADY ON THE CLOCK… U SHOULD BE COMING IN EARLY ANYWAY (just for them to yell at u for actually coming in early)

The ONLY REASON, I (someone who would literally run into a burning building & d*e for their animals; for animals who weren’t even mine) someone who would miss meals so they could eat THE best food…someone who LOVES & is DEDICATED to their creatures, who would do ANYTHING for them, & MOST importantly..

Someone who was DUMB/NAIVE ENOUGH to be ‘the hardest worker in the room for souless companies/selfish ppl for 30+ yrs was ONLY CAPABLE of getting my baby THAT care NOT because of a “traditional (what yall call ‘honest days work’) IT WAS BECAUSE OF WHAT IS CONSIDERED SW. full fucking stop.

& because I had a women who had both a virtually non interest credit card AND my back♥️ (I’ve told u once, I’ll say it again; Grandmas a gangster)

I know SM likes to frame SW as an option for women who “don’t feel like working/ want expensive luxuries things & are looking for a free ride..”

What we’re lookin for is a career that allows us to still man the ship the way we need to, we’ve been expected to..

It allows us not just means for survival, but the capacity to do so WHILE we continue to be the caretakers of our family & (for some particularly exceptional women) the caretakers of our community…

I wanna make it SO clear this is NOT A DIG to ANYONE, ESPECIALLY the vet& staff that helped us & are appreciated SOOO DEEPLY. These are ppl who are overwhelmed, burnt out like the rest of us, expect unlike nurses, they usually aren’t given a 1/4 of the respect other medical professionals are. PLEASE be kind to them. (I know it’s difficult when emotions are high)

But while this was not my regular content, I know ALOT animal lovers on here… times are tough, there only gonnna get tougher… information is invaluable..

1 week before this happened; 1 woman made a video sharing how she JUST lost her MALE CAT (due to this)

Because of THAT video, I was aware this could even happen…

Because of a incredible vet & her team who TRUSTED me when I said “I will figure out the money, u have my WORD” my boy is safe & while expensive; they made it as affordable as possible…

And because of another woman who had my back w/a piece of plastic at the drop of a hat, I was able to bring him home.

And because of some incredible supporters & community like yall who like my content & share it, push it into the algo, find me on other platforms s & interact, even if they can’t financially contribute.. because of being lucky enough to be supported; I was able to make that happen for my boy. Every single variable is what came together to keep him here today & my heart… can’t even think of how to properly thank you all.

The community looked out for me.. & while this post may be all I have to give back ATM.. it’s what I got..

MALE CATS=WET FOOD TO BE SAFE!!!

(Also, CONSTANT FRESH WATER SOURCE BOTH BY & away from their food ; by their food so they have some to access while eating & some away so it stays fresh & can help them pass more easily.)

Love u guys xoxoxo.

We’ll be resuming to our regular scheduled content next week lol

Till then, xoxoox - hummingbird + ‘Fil’ @ooooshetriesss

[drchenquill]

Foliè ~ Chapter 1

Warning: mentioning of cannibalism.

The Beginning

No one knew when it had started. No one knew when the world had decided to destroy itself. Everyone knew, however, that it was no longer safe. The air as everyone had known it was poisoned, but not by pollution, no, what was poisoning our air was what we called “The Madness”. No scientist had figured out where these gases came from, all that was known was that once inhaled, the mind was poisoned. You became “insane” and over time lost your grip on reality. It started small. First came filterless words, then, for example, running naked in the street, then it escalated. Suddenly you stabbed someone or blew up your own house. There were also worse cases that were better not mentioned out loud, cases like old Mortimer who first dismembered his wife, then little Tim and then ate them. You could hear him singing all the way down the street. When I heard it, it didn't sound like singing. It seemed like wailing to me. When the police arrived, Mortimer had already washed the dishes. When they tried in vain to question him, he kept repeating the same answer. “The woman told me.” Apparently, hearing a woman's voice was the first symptom of madness. She seemed to expose your darkest desires and cravings and push you until you lost your mind to her. No one knew where she came from or if she even existed, all we knew was what we learned from her victims before they were disposed of, because death was the only salvation.

Years passed and the madness became part of us. You had to go through life wearing gas masks, because every breath could be your last. In such a catastrophe, humans did what they did best. Divide themselves. Extremists roamed the streets tearing off gas masks because the madness was a sign from God that our time had come and we had to welcome it with open arms. Then there were the conspiracy theorists who blamed the state and claimed that power-hungry people were pumping this poison through our streets. Lastly, we had the poor bastards who were just trying to go through this life without dying, staying away from everything and carrying on as before, as if they were living in a long nightmare, hoping to wake up at some point.

To put an end to the theories of frightened and angry people, scientists managed to create a machine that purified the air, keeping the madness at bay. Since the machine was up and running, a new world of opportunities had opened up, because these machines could save our lives, but they had to be watched and operated manually. These were still the first versions of the machine, so maintenance was a daily occurrence. And because it was gigantic, several people were able to land a new job. Like me.

We went in groups, a different one every day, because it was exhausting and dangerous. We had to go into the core of the machine, a giant metal curved shell that sucked in the air, “eliminated” the madness by stuffing it into vessels, and then pumped it out clean. That was all. I was part of today's group. We were given gas masks, a special can of clean air and a prayer, as if that ever helped. Silently we entered our metallic salvation. Not a word was exchanged. We were at work, but for us it was our grave not yet dug. Everything was routine, every step, every breath. We worked like a well-oiled machine, nobody got in each other's way and everyone knew their job. I went to my post without thinking and started the maintenance. There were levers and buttons in front of me. I had to make sure that the right levers were operated and the right buttons lit up. The work paid well, as it could lead to death if done wrong, but it was terribly boring. My eyes wandered to a lever connected to huge claws that held the giant shell upright. This lever was never switched as it would lead to disaster. It was only used to repair the shell itself, which fortunately happened rarely enough. It was a tricky lever. If you switched it all the way, the shell-like structure came crashing down, but if you took it slowly, it was brought down gently. I stood there and looked at everything, every button, every lever, while I fought against the terrible boredom. Suddenly I heard a whistle that became so loud it drowned out the sounds around me. I winced and pressed my hands over my ears. Then I heard her. “Switch the lever.”

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chapter 2

Tag list 🥰: @theink-stainedfolk

[thesunflowerdyke]

52, 56, 61, 69, 74 for the intrusive questions

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

Oof, starting off heavy!

I’m really not one to give up on people. It takes a lot to get passed that point. I think that there’s good and bad in every person and everybody has the ability to change if they so choose.

With that being said, I guess you could say I’ve given up on my ex? It’s not so much that I think she’s irredeemable as a person or that she couldn’t change. It’s more-so that I know that she won’t ever change how she behaves towards me. Even if she did a complete 180 today, it wouldn’t change how I feel. Therefore, I’ve given up on any sort of relationship with her.

56. State 8 facts about your body

(Warning; this is gonna be a tough one for me because I don’t love thinking about my body. I don’t often do so in a positive light…but here’s my best attempt! 😅)

1. I have naturally auburn hair. It looks brunette in some lighting but in the sun it goes wicked red!

2. I don’t shave any of my body hair. If I need to do some maintenance, I’ll do a little trimming. But I can’t remember the last time I used a razor, and I love it.

3. I’m quite short. (Despite being the tallest of me and my sisters. Lol) I’m exactly 5’4 and a half. (And I know it sounds like I’m really reaching with that extra half inch lol but it’s the exact measurement!)

4. I’ve been told I am extremely ✨soft✨. I moisturize head to toe every single day when I get out of the shower and I love smelling good and feeling soft and cuddly.

5. I have lots of freckles. In the summertime especially when I get a little sun, they come out full force! I’m talking arms, legs, face, hands. And they are numerous!

6. I currently have 3 tattoos (getting a 4th in a little over a month!) and I plan on collecting as many more as I can manage.

7. I also have 3 piercings I’m currently wearing as well as a couple others that have closed up. I plan on getting a few new ones this year as well as opening some of the ones I haven’t worn in a while.

8. I’ve always loved my eye color. I refer to them as hazel. In the sun I’ve been told they go a very “warm” greenish golden brown.

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

I think I notice somebody’s general vibe? I don’t know if you wanna call it their soul or their aura or what. I feel like I can feel the vibes somebody radiates. How they make me feel. I’ve rarely been wrong when I’ve felt good vibes from somebody and I’ve never been wrong when I’ve gotten bad vibes.

But physically, I’d have to say I notice somebody’s eyes. I think they’re the best connection to your soul. I especially love when somebody has really expressive eyes and I can see their emotion in them when they’re talking with me.

69. What turns you off?

Rudeness or generally unkindness is the biggest turn off to me. Kindness is non-negotiable for me. (Now I want to make the differentiation between niceness and kindness here. You don’t always have to be nice.) But I could never fuck with an unkind person on any level.

For instance, if we were on a date and you’re rude to a waiter, if you talk down to people who you deem lesser than yourself or if you’re just an extremely self centered person, you’re not gonna get far with me.

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

Truthfully, I don’t have many (if any) physical traits that I consider requirements for a partner. That may be a side effect of being demisexual or just not having a type in general? But if I had to choose something I’d say that I’m drawn towards a warm smile and expressive eyes (regardless of color) like I mentioned before.

Oh! I’m also a big fan of tattoos! 🤭

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Rarepair Halloween Story Pt.4

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: Urban legend

Warnings: this part includes gore and throwing up.

Azul was a bit unsettled after that news broadcast. Something so gruesome being done to an innocent man. And no one had any idea where the culprit was. Many cried out that the Sage Island's urban legend was coming back, which Azul didn't feel more reassured.

Truth be told, every place has it's urban legends. Azul knew all too well about the legend of the leviathan, but also about the ghosts of pirates that were haunting sunken ships. Just stories from the coral sea to scare small fry and keep them in line.

But, with the general mood and already days passing without any other incidents, Azul's nerves were calmed down a bit harder. Malleus was never scared to begin with, so he was mainly the shoulder to rely in this kind of situation.

Idia on the other hand...

Azul and Malleus did have their own little wierd sick habits, but Idia always seemed to surpass them. The fire head couldn't sleep properly, was ferreting around as if he was made out of pure sugar and his newest addition to his room was a big whiteboard, where Idia theorised about the said murder incident. Ortho called in, several times, either Azul, Malleus or both, to just take the fire head to sleep, because Ortho was aware his brother won't listen to him if it involves taking care of himself. Unfortunately Ortho didn't master yet the art of scamming as good as Azul.

This time, it was no different.

"Big brother... Come on... It's ridiculous!" Ortho insisted as Azul massaged his temples. Malleus was just looking curious at all the notes, not fully understanding their meaning and corelation with each other. None of the 3 really had any idea through what mental gymnastics Idia went, but it was a sign the fire head was sick and needed rest, not spilling his brains over a murder case.

"Nah! Hear me out! It all makes sense!" Idia pointed to an article paragraph. "The legend of the ink dweller..." Malleus read the title. "It's an urban legend... Idia this is ridiculous..." Azul pointed out. Ortho only shrugged. If he was a real boy, by now he was 100% sure he would have several headaches because of Idia today.

"But read the description of the monster tho... Tall, scrawny, with multiple arms, coming out of the forest on the new, half and full moon, Sneaking into mages's houses and stealing from their magic to satisfy it's hunger..." Idia read the description. "Not to add the fact that if it knows you saw it, it will kill you... No one saw it to ever tell if it was true... They were all sent straight to the afterlife and could never be found again... Only those who saw glimpses of it on a security camera made together an overall image..." Idia mused. The 3 looked at him, before in between them.

Yeah, sure, from all times Idia acted wierd when he was sick, this takes the cake.

"Idia... Darling..." Azul trailed, not knowing how to even tell the fire head about it. "Big brother, this is ridiculous." Ortho layed it out, flat and crystal clear. "Nah... Look... When that murder happened... It was on the new moon. In a few days, the half moon occurs... I tell you that with all the securities and everything, someone will probably get killed in 3 days." Idia declared. "dear... That is quite the declaration... Do you intend to prove this... Monster... To be real?" Malleus tilted his head. "It has to be! Everything just makes too much sense!" Idia insisted.

Malleus tho, was more of a man of action. Dragging Idia to bed, the Fae didn't even flinch when the other tried to get out. "You need rest." He demanded, as Azul exhaled and helped Ortho to go and charge. Ortho was thankful that Azul knew how to do small maintenance tasks. It was useful when Idia had to be forcefully put to rest.

And so, they waited. Waited to prove that Idia's theory was just a bunch of nonsense. Most days they would sleep all together, cuddled. Idia insisted that it would be a chance his illness was contagious, but it was either Idia gets well or all 3 of them get to suffer.

Although, Idia seemed very insistent on sleeping together on the pelicular half moon day.

"Idia, darling... I told you... I can't... It's Friday... And the lounge has prolonged shifts... I have to cover for some staff shortcomings, so I will probably come in very late..." "But zu-" "Shush! Malleus is also busy... With the VDC auditions, apparently his Vice failed and Malleus has to cheer him up..." The white haired boy mused as he put in front of Idia a cup of hot tea.

"So far... You didn't throw up anymore... And it looks like you gained back some color in your face... Although is hard to tell..." Malleus tilted his head. Idia only grumbled. It was a small silence, before the Fae prince seemed to catch onto something.

"Perhaps... Are you scared?" Malleus inquired. "Pff! Me?! Scared?! Psh! As if!" Idia puffed a bit awkwardly. Azul exhaled. "You know you can tell us if you are scared. I mean... Ortho is shut down until he finishes charging... It might feel pretty lonely if you can't sleep." Azul mused. "I am not a baby..." Idia protested. "It's just... Nevermind... Yeah... I can manage..." The fire head swatted away the conversation.

"if something happens, Idia... Me and Malleus are both on speed dial... Alright?" Azul reassured as Malleus gently kissed the fire head's forehead. "Yeah... I will be alright... I promise..." Idia creaked out a small smile.

In fact, everything was not alright.

Because Idia again found himself late in the night, throwing up his guts. It was just like the first night, when the murder occurred. Now it was the same. Painful stomachaches and everything spinning around. Idia didn't have the strength to even grab any of his devices to call. All he could do is see his theory board. He hoped the creature was real. He hoped that urban legend was true and some creature just reeks havoc in the city.

Teary eyes darted towards a small corner of his board, where a silly note was actually covering what Idia intended to put. Weakly taking the note down, Idia felt as if his nausea was calming down a bit, replaced by dread and overwhelming anxiety. There was a motive why Idia kept clinging to that urban legend possibility.

And looking at the 'Sleepwalking' written on the board, Idia wished he had the willpower to erase it from the possibilities.

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[paigelts05]

FNAF AR, Renegade AU - Obviously Obsessed

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-AR-Renegade-AU-Obviously-Obsessed-881079313

Published: May 30, 2021

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23858029

First things first: Welcome to the Renegade AU. It's my AU and that means that cannon is just taken as a suggestion, and a bit of inspiration to make deeper plots. You know how people usually see Luis as a simp? Well, in my AU, it's Vanny/Ness who is the simp. From the moment that Luis showed her a bit of compassion and concern, she spiraled in love instantly. Prior to being asked out for coffee, she just observed 'her dearest' from afar, and it was only after being asked out for a coffee she realised her feelings were reciprocated. After that, they actually talked at work. She told Luis that her fake boyfriend was a code word she used to refer to Glitchtrap in order to still seem sane when talking about that monster and make excuses for why she'd sometimes drop off the face of the earth for days at a time and come back battered and bruised, as as William doesn't exactly treat his potential heirs well. Whilst everyone else at the firm had already been told this weeks ago, Luis happened to not get the memo, so better late than never. Luis, the oblivious gentleman, had feelings for Ness, but never brought it to light, as even though Dan kept telling him that Brad is a code word for Glitchtrap, everything from the printer to the kettle was conspiring against him to not let him hear that. I also think it's worth mentioning that literally everyone except Luis knew that Ness was madly in love with Luis, who didn't realize that she liked him and he didn't want to sound too forward by asking, even though he liked her. It took Dan and Anna to spell it out for them more than a few times for Luis and Ness to realise that their feelings were in fact reciprocated. You know what? I might even make another drawing about this some time! No promises though. Also, note this happened BEFORE thry went out for coffee, which is before they went to the old HQ where Ness had to knock Luis out. This happened before all that. =°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°= °*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*° Ness observed her dearest from her desk. Her laptop was closed, and she was using it to rest her elbows upon as she gazed towards the tiny server room. Outside of the server room was a desk, and there sat a young man named Luis. Ness had only talked to him through emails so far, but she was already in love. She just worried that he wouldn't reciprocate his feelings, so she kept her distance, waiting for him to make the first move. When she first started at this small maintenance firm, she lied about having a boyfriend to cover up for the fact she'd sometimes come into work bloodied and bruised. It was a close enough way to describe the rat-bastard Glitchtrap. She had come clean to most of her colleagues that this 'boyfriend' was in fact a code name she used to refer to a certain ghost that has been manipulating her. She hadn't talked to Luis about this in person, but she hoped news would get around. As she watched the server admin do his job, she sat and watched, infatuated. In these moments, Glitchtrap's threats no longer existed. Her bloodlines past and destiny for lives of tragedy no longer existed. In these precious few moments, she could forget about all of that as she watched her dearest do his job. Remembering that she couldn't spend all day observing her dearest, she opened her laptop and begun to get to work. Today, she was looking at some circuit boards scanned in from some other company, that wasn't some branch of Fazbear Entertainment, had sent in. Ness was glad that at least some of the machines here weren't from that cursed place, so she got to work, adding in comments to the code so it could be understood by people and trying to figure out what the issue with it was. After a while, she heard the ping of an email. Checking her email inbox, she saw it was from Luis. Her heart raced as she opened it and read the email. He wanted to go out for a coffee! She knew damn well her face was many shades of red. Her dearest actually wanted to go for a coffee with her! He probably liked her back! She spent ages hovering over the keyboard, each moment draining her energy, pondering the right way to say yes, when someone walked up behind her. "Ness, you've been composing an email for five minutes. Are you ok?" It was Anna. Anna, despite being co-owner of the maintenance firm alongside Luis, was a friend of both hers and Luis. Looking at Ness's screen, she figured out what was up. It didn't take a genius to know that Ness had been spending a good few hours just staring at Luis, and it was getting a bit annoying seeing the two of them be so oblivious towards eachother's affection. "You're trying to figure out how to phrase a yes without sounding desperate?" Anna patted Ness on the back in a friendly and encouraging way, "Just reply a simple yes. No-one expects anyone to reply in paragraphs here." Ness looked at Anna, then back at her laptop, then back at Anna. With a newfound burst of energy, Ness quickly typed up the fastest "I'd love to go for a coffee" ever typed, and watched as Luis received the email. He looked a bit surprised and happy. "Right, my work here is done," Anna brushed her hands together before setting off, "and oh, you know he actually likes you back, right?" °*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*° The ship so the three people who also ship this can find it: Vannis , Vanny X Luis , Ness X Luis , Reluctant follower X Luis Cabrera

[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 44]

TOPICS: “Coworker Hell”/“Old Ladies”/Older Women/MILFs/Work Experiences/My Expenses/My Budget/My “Latest” Interests

I failed to mention…there was another girl, OF THE SAME NAME, as girl I’d never fuck (work bestie). Blonde, big ass, big titties… she quit after I took her shift for her birthday. Unintentionally and intentionally…

She was the “non-Mexican” seeming version.

She called or texted and told my former assistant manager, now “head manager”… that she would not be returning. Hilarious.

Extremely confident, but terribly shy at the same time…

However, older women have been “hitting” lately, I’m talking 50-60+. Not just 30-40. Dolly Parton bitches. I’m talking 100 looking. Wrinkles all over the place. Never in my life did I start to think that was attractive. Had to get some closure…there were like 10 other extremely old women, and some moms. I just usually talk to women AROUND my age, less of a wide range for a dating pool, but I can see why people choose to date older, HOWEVER that should not dictate who you do and don’t date ENTIRELY.

One just straight up grabbed her ass cheeks in her jeans yesterday or the other day. I’m not sure if it was intentional, but she was attractive and had a great ass, surprisingly. Having two teenage kids is crazy though, insane. I could see why a man would do that…

There was even a fucking girl in a wheelchair… I’m getting her to walk, someday. Somebody has to fuck this bitch. Criminal as hell to deprive her of a sexual experience. She’s hot is another bonus. If that hasn’t crossed someone else’s mind, I would argue it is homosexual

My head manager, “resigned”. She kept changing my hours for no reason, so I stopped showing up outside of my scheduled times and ONLY showed up when I was scheduled for about a month or two, to allow others to see the difficulty of working the job at any level without my assistance on new hire training and the overall help of an experienced worker while business is hectic. I just refused to help her cover the reality of our staff (team) performance.

Another girl transferred from another location. Looked like my ex, big BEEFY bitch. Think it’s her cousin, but the Aardvark looking version. She had the WORST attitude. We had to stop working to discuss our issues with the manager, on multiple occasions, in his office. She also had the HOTTEST breath. I was disgusted infuriated to find this out RIGHT after we began having problems with coexisting peacefully while working together. One day, our argument got her sent home for over and hour and asked to come BACK. She eventually left our location, stating that most of us made her experience there horrible and made her want to leave…

It was mostly me, but yes, let’s say it was ALL of us. I said to myself one day, “I’m going to get that fat ass bitch FIRED”, then she transferred. That’s a technical.

I’ve found something to purchase and “waste” my money on that I may “NEED”. I said for Christmas, I would purchase myself a mini refrigerator, but I said, “For what? Will I use because I need it, or because I have it?”. Senseless purchase, if I don’t need it and waste money JUST to keep it full simply because it takes up space and needs to be made use of. Also, they are expensive and have to be cleaned routinely, which requires MORE purchases to maintenance it.

While still poor and comfortable, I feel like I should use any additional income on something that can generate MORE income or simply find a way to acquire a larger income with my current employer.

Videography and photography remain the most fun new interests.

Have a horrible today and horrible tomorrow if you do not wish to have a wonderful forever!

- MH (2024)

[aufucker]

Your honor jack and bj are just fuckin in this one

Cw: vaguely dubcon?

It had been just shy of two weeks since you had last heard from him, realizing wherever he went either had no signal on his part, or he simply had his phone off throughout the whole trip.

You had gotten back from your own trip; a short, few days ordeal that you had invited him to time and time again, but was always politely turned down. Reasonable, you figured, given the cultural importance of it all that he likely wouldn't be familiar with. But you invited him regardless.

And regardless, his own vacation was deemed more important to him. You couldn't be too mad at him for it, but you could be as you read the message that buzzed your phone:

OMW B. Mind coming over and checking under the hood? Started making a thudding sound on the way in.

You weren't exactly ready mentally for maintenance work today, between the odd tug of excitement that tickled your ribs, and the bubbling annoyance in your temples holding back the onslaught of "I told you so" for him not heeding your warnings about taking care of such an old car with so much stress.

You gonna owe me deedee

I know B. See you in a few.

You never seen him reply so quickly. An address you were only vaguely familiar with was sent.

The drive to was roughly thirty minutes out of the way, pulling up to some old storage units lined up with old, forgotten boats and RVs gathering dust. Had to be dirt cheap to "store" anything here, you wondered as you peeked at your phone, shooting him a quick response to let him know you were there.

And that he also owed you for gas. Thirty fucking minutes out.

You saw the familiar jacket approaching the old wired gate, creaking and jangling with an obnoxious announcement of its age as it was opened to let you in. With your toolbag in hand, you... honestly wondered what he expected you to do. Most of your real tools were at your work's depot. Anything more major than basic by ear diagnostic was out of the question.

But he insisted, and arguing was pointless with him.

"Yo." you said simply, your eye scanning him up and down. Dirt caked the bottom of his jeans he had tucked into his black boots, now practically brown from red and white toned earth that dusted the leather. Tones so far from here. Tones that reminded you of Ute country... No. Further south. You were there recently.

You were close enough to see the dirt and sweat stain the white of his shirt, to see his sunken, mossy eyes looking at you with a startling alertness. Like he was watching every tiny move you made, following it.

"... you look like shit, Dean. Smell rough, too." Sweat and dust and metal and overall... him. You found yourself taking it a little more than you cared to admit.

"Didn't shower. Came right back. Figured I'd use yours on the way back in from here."

"Oh, so I'm giving you a ride home?" you asked, cocking a scarred brow. "And letting you use my bathroom?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll pay back. The car?"

Pushy prick.

The longer you looked at the chassis, the more you wondered how the fuck this thing survived such a long, strenuous, round-trip, practically no fucking stops journey every year.

The once black sedan appeared as more of a deep matte charcoal, its worn out gloss barely gleaming as it flaked away in patches. Red earth caked its corners and grooves and nestled itself as a permanent pop of color that fell out in cascades as you kicked the grill. The heavy door opened with a high pitched groan and pop, and the unbearable hot stench of plastic, of cigarettes, and stewed body odor that had seeped into the seats for years hit your nostrils quickly.

"Ugh! Fuck--! Christ alive, Dean! Would it kill you to roll down the windows?" You scolded, quickly reaching for the leaver to pop the hood and escape the confines of the cab.

You only got a quiet laugh from his nose in response.

"Gonna hose you down before we get back to my place. You are NOT stinking up my leather."

"I'll roll down the windows, B, I'll roll 'em down. Promise."

"Uh-huh. Go start your own damn car. Not sitting in that. Besides, need to make sure it's not your damn belt trying to come off, yeah?"

He knew better than to argue with you, this time. With the hood creaking, it you lifted it up and latched it, scanning everything inside. Dusty. Dusty, dusty, dusty. It wouldn't be unlikely something got clogged. But you had to hear the problem first.

With a brief signal on your part, the engine turned and everything sounded... fine.

No thudding, no thumping, no groaning or squealing or clanking. Nothing sounded off to your well trained ear. Another signal and the engine was off.

"Sure you heard thudding, Dean?"

"Sure did. You didn't?"

"Nuh-uh. Hop out. Gonna check your basics while I'm here. Old thing like this probably shits oil."

Coolant was fine, brake fluid was fine, shit, even the fucking window washing reservoir was recently topped off.

As you leaned over to pull out the dipstick for the oil, you found yourself leaning further than you expected. You found a weight pressing against your backside, with dirty calloused hands digging into your sides.

Was he fucking serious right now?

Any attempts to call him out were interrupted by startled gasps and surprised squeaks as you felt him grind himself firmly against your ass. Whatever he wanted, you knew you weren't going to stop him. You only managed to find purchase in just a few inches away him the engine, enough to drop the hood down with a slam before your face was quickly shoved against the surface pocked and flaking surface.

It was hot. Uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Dirty fingernails dug and squeezed at your skin, your love handles, your belt, desperate to pull you further into him, to grind the pitched denim between his legs harder against you. You hated that you whined, feeling that same aching he did pressing unbearably tight against your fly.

The clicking of your belt hit the grill as he fumbled with your pants, barely bothering to unbutton and unzip you before yanking them down your thighs. The echo of his own followed barely seconds later.

You gritted your teeth, holding back the stinging hiss as you realized you were only ready in spirit and not in body. He didn't even have the patience to spit first. He didn't have patience at all, rocking his hips shortly before his pace quickened, burning your insides as they struggled to open for him fast enough.

The heat of the hood, the loud clanging of your belt beating again the steel grill at his brutal rhythm, accompanied by the thudding of your body against the car as he panted and huffed and heaved with your flesh in his teeth, and his stench in your nose. You found yourself reeling fast. Burning in your insides, burning in your belly, twisting and churning and throbbing as you couldn't even hear yourself whine anymore.

He shuddered gracelessly against you, the burning inside of you replaced with a familiar warmth, the sting of teeth replaced with heavy breath and cooling drool against the bruised flesh. You didn't want to see what mess you left on the the dusty grill.

"Hey..." He huffed in your ear. "Heard that thudding again."

"God--Fuck you, Dean."

[rainbow--panic]

Glamrock x maintenance! animatronic! Reader pt 3

Piarings: Glamrock animatronics/sun/Moon/DJMM x reader

Warnings:None

After hours of writing i bring you the long awaited pt 3! please enjoy!

Its 11 pages long according to google docs so u have alot to read

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You get asked out

You couldn’t figure it out. No matter what you did, map bot always jumped out of nowhere to scare people.You played around with map bots wiring and were hoping they wouldn’t jump out at anyone. They had created many problems and complaints for both customers and staff alike. You never experienced the scares though, you were built with a chip that allowed you to see the locations of all the bots, which was useful when they started deciding it would be a good idea to venture off.

It also helped that, by now, you had repaired every security and janitor bot and installed a new feature on them so that they would recognise you as maintenance and automatically come to you if they were malfunctioning. The only time the bots wouldn’t come to you is when they were immobile, which was either caused by something getting stuck in their wheels or some of the teenagers ganged up on a lone bot. Finishing your repairs on map , you set them back onto the ground and powered them back on. It took only a few mere moments for them to power on before they exited out of your room through the large door that was left open.

Right now you were in your own designated room. The higher ups decided it would be a good idea to give you your own area to repair things, seeing as they were getting complaints from people about watching you fix many beat up bots in front of them and their kids. The room itself was huge and doubled as maintenance for the other animatronics as well, even DJ could fit into the room, though he wouldn’t be able to move around much. Your doors were large, they were garage doors, similar to the ones that closed the gift shop or that closed the daycare.

Your room was located deeper into the pizza plex, where no customers could ever get to. The maintenance tunnels lead to your room so that the animatronics could find you easily and there was a tunnel specially built for DJMM when he was having some troubles that he couldn’t repair himself. Today one of the animatronics had contacted you over the coms and asked if they could come in for repairs and you told them to come on in. You had made sure to tell all the animatronics to call in ahead of time so they didn’t end up coming in when you were working on another.

You heard a noise.

Glamrock Freddy

You looked out the door towards the sound to see Freddy walking in. “Hello (Y/N)!” he greeted. “Hello Freddy! What seems to be the problem today?” You walked up and stopped in front of him, scanning him to make sure there wasn’t serious damage anywhere on his body. He held out his arm for you to scan closer. There seemed to be a screw missing which caused his arm to be more floppy than usual. You needed to repair that quickly, if the arm flopped too hard it could break off.

“Go sit in the maintenance seat please Freddy, I’ll grab my tools.” you told him. With a flick of a button near your work area you were able to close your doors so no one would interrupt your work. You grabbed tools to fix his arm, storing the ones you would need later in your chest cavity. Freddy sat in the large chair, patiently waiting for you. Walking up to him, you smiled and began work on his arm.

“How was your day Freddy?” You slowly started to open up his arm with a small handheld torch. “It was fantastic as usual! The children are always a joy to be around!” he spoke happily. “Those children are really something, aren’t they Freddy?” He looked down at his arm and then returned his gaze to your face. “I have an….odd question (Y/N)” You hummed. “I'll determine how odd the question is.” you joked. He laughed at your response.

“I was just curious, if you had the chance to have a child, would you?” You thought for a moment, grabbing some tools from your chest cavity. “Although having a child seems fun and all, I would have to say no. I don’t think I could be a single parent, plus I don't spend enough time with kids to know how to treat them.” You started removing some wires in his arm. “Well if you want to learn how to treat children, why don’t you join me tomorrow, I will be able to freely roam around. Of course that if you want to.” he averted his eyes.

“Hmm.” You turned your gaze up, looking through your to-do list located in your hard drive. After a minute of silence between the two of you, you looked at him and smiled. “Sure, I don’t have much to do tomorrow so I can hang out.” Freddy bolted up from his seat. “Really? Fantastic!” He had hit his now disattached lower arm and it fell to the floor. He went back to sitting back. “Sorry (Y/N).” he apologized bashfully. You laughed at his outburst. “It’s alright freddy.”

You had always enjoyed interacting with Freddy. Always upbeat and happy, his positivity astonished you. You can’t remember a time you had seen him unhappy. Even now as you fixed his arm, he smiled down at you. “So Freddy-” you began. “Was inviting me to hang out with you and the children tomorrow a way to ask me out on a date?” you eye him. He went wide eyed before nodding. “Y-yes, I’ve been meaning to ask you but I haven’t figured out how to.”

Welding back up his arm, you smile. “Well it’s about time Freddy, you’ve kept me waiting.” Bashfully he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. “My apologies, I wanted to wait for the perfect moment to ask.” You put away the torch. “No time like the present freddy.” Freddy got up from the chair. He turned to you and held your hands in his. “I cannot wait for tomorrow to come, I will make it worth your while.” He smiles again. Freddy then exited your room to go back to his own, you hoped the higher ups wouldn’t mind you hanging out with Freddy and some children.

Montgomery Gator

Looking at the door you see Montgomery standing there, looking at you. “Heya there, girly.” He greets. “Well well, if it isn’t a Montgomery gator in the flesh, how can I service you today?” You ask as you go up to him and begin scanning him. He put his finger under your chin, making you look up, you saw him lick his lower lip. “Good girl, that's what I like ta hear.” You touched his face, looking around for any sign of damage. You hear a ‘tsk’ from him.

“Yer such a busy body, but to save you some time, it’s ma tail.” Monty turns to his side so you could inspect it. The end part just seemed that a screw or bolt was loosened, all you would need to do is remove the end bit of the shell and tighten it back up. “OK monty, go lean up against the table and ill get to work on this.” With a grunt he went over to your work table and leaned against it, elbow and forearms laying on it. You grab some tools and begin to open up the end piece of monty’s tail.

“So Monty, what have you been up to?”You tried making small talk to fill in the void of silence. He grumbles. “Not much, just been performing, entertaining children,-” “Tearing up your room” “- that too” he laughs. “Also-” he turns his head, looking at you. “-I’ve been thinkin bout you.” You looked up to him. “What do you mean by that?” He let out a low rumble. “You should join me for a game of golf tomorrow, after the place closes up.”

Confused, but still focused on work, you say. “Golf? Why I’ve never played before Monty.” “I can teach ya, we can have a lot a’fun-” A low laugh was heard from him. “Could even consider it a date.” You pause for a moment, thinking, then smiling. “Hm, if you wanted to ask me out you could have just asked.” You start tightening up the bolt in Monty’s tail. “C’mon, I couldn’t just go and ask ya outright, I had to make it interesting.” It was silent for a moment. Monty began to get nervous. “But if ya don’t wanna golf we could always do somethin else.”

You smile as you begin to weld the shell back on. “I would love for you to teach me how to golf, Monty, a date sounds wonderful.” Monty's body bolted to attention. “Really?” He asked excitedly, looking at you. Luckily for you the welding job was done as Monty's tail moved along with the jolt. Turning off your torch you look at Monty and nod. Monty smiled like an idiot and grabbed one of your hands. “Ya won’t regret it, I’ll make it tha best day of yer life!” You smiled at him and laughed.

Caressing his face, you say. “I’m sure I won’t forget it, Monty. But for now I need to get back to repairs, is there anything else I can do to service you?” Monty’s tail seemed to wag, slowly. “Uhh, well ya see-” he rubs the back of his neck. “It's your bass again, isn’t it?” Monty nodded. “Well go grab it for me, maybe we could hang out while I fix it….again.” Monty smiled again and nodded. He headed to his room quickly to retrieve his broken bass.

Roxanne Wolf

Roxanne was walking in. “(Y/N), I think something is wrong with me internally!” she cried out. Concerned you scanned her. You noticed that nothing seemed to be the matter. “My scans aren’t picking up any damage internally to you Roxy.” you stated. Roxanne looked at you and put her hands on your shoulders. “Something must be wrong with my coding then!” she cried out once more. “Roxy I don’t-” she interrupted you. “Check, please, for me?” she gave you puppy dog eyes.

You sighed and agreed. You took her to a chair that was to the side of your room. Unlike the maintenance chair, this one was surrounded by all types of wires and monitors. The pizza plex higher ups, much to everyone's surprise, were cheapskates and decided the est way to save on money was to download some software onto you that made you a coder. To say you were stressed about it would be an understatement. With one wrong line of code you could mess up your friends completely, making them breakdown or worse. You didn’t like coding because of the stress but you also didn’t want to let Roxy down, you loved her and didn’t want her to think you were a wimp.

Roxy took her seat and you powered her down. With a few clicks of some buttons you opened her face plates and began connecting wires into her. For two hours you scanned the complex code over and over again to no avail. You were beginning to worry. Taking a moment to think you decided it would be best to wake Roxanne back up and ask her specifically what the issue was. Honestly you should have done that at the beginning but better late than never. You disconnected the wires and closed her face plate back up.

Roxy woke back up and looked at you. “Did you find anything?” she asked, concerned. Shaking your head, you asked her to describe what was wrong. “Roxy I’m concerned because I can’t seem to find anything wrong with you at all, can you describe to me what's wrong?” She nodded. “You see it all started a few weeks ago, when we were talking. I noticed that I couldn’t stop looking at you, it got to the point where I didn’t even understand what you were saying. Then whenever I wasn’t around you I would always be thinking of you-”

Roxy cut herself off and grabbed both of your hands, looking directly into your eyes. “-I think I know how to fix this, (Y/N) I need you to go on a date with me!” She waited on your answer. Slowly you processed everything that had happened. “Roxy, you had me reviewing your coding for two hours” you say, defeated. “I was genuinely concerned about you and it all because you wanted to ask me out on a date?” She nodded confidently. “Well I mean sure but you should have also just asked me directly.”

Her ears went down shyly. “I’m sorry but in truth I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with me. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t some type of glitch that was making me think this. I needed to be sure about this before I went through with it.” You look down at her and smile understandingly. You knew of Roxy’s insecurities and knew that she always tried to be confident, surely new feelings like these would make her less confident, there's nothing wrong with being absolutely, positively, 100% sure, right?

Letting go of her hands you asked her. “So Roxanne, where are you taking me on our first date?” With a click of her tongue she announced that it would be her raceway. “Im going to teach you how to drive for our first date, tomorrow, and then we can race each other, doesn’t that sound fun?” In the back of your mind you knew this was a recipe for disaster, but you nodded nonetheless. Happy, Roxanne got up, hugged you, and left to her own room. You watched her leave, deep down you were worried about tomorrow but you were happy about the event of today.

Glamrock Chica

Chica came in with her usual cheery attitude. “Hey there (Y/N)!” she greeted. You noticed her limb in her left leg. “Hey there chica! Your leg again?” she nodded. “Well you know the drill.” She hopped onto the maintenance chair. You didn’t understand why but chicas left leg always seems to give out. You put in a request a while back for a new one, luckily it arrived earlier today, it was still in the box. “Chica, I have a surprise for you!” Chica looked at you happily. “A surprise? For me? What is it?” She sat up in the chair.

The box was fairly large but not overall heavy for you. You set it down on the table and begin to open it. Once opened you took out the leg to show chica. She gasped and then clapped her hands constantly. “Now let's get this new leg attached!” You put the leg on the table and moved the box out of the way. Back at the table you grabbed some tools and made your way to chica.

You began tampering with her left leg, it was going to be a process to fully remove it but it would be worth it. “So chica, where did your leg give out today?” A moment of silence passed with a small hum from her. “Hm, Oh! It was when I was roaming around playing with the children. I saw this-oh!” she paused. You looked up to her concern. She opened up her chest cavity and pulled out something, closing her chest back up.

“I found this today, I thought you might like it!” she stretched out her arm to you. In her hand she held a small plushie. It wasn’t from the Fazbear merch lineup. It looked like a small bee plushie. You took it and examined it. “This is very cute chica! Thank you, but where did you find this?” Chica chirped happily. “I knew you would like it! When i was playing with the children on the fourth level one of them had a ball. They kicked the ball and it ended up on one of the taller arcade machines. I should have called DJ for help but i was sure I could get it. I found a box to stand on and was arley tall enough to see the top. I saw the ball and reached for it but i also saw the little bee. My leg gave out and I almost toppled the machine but luckily Dj was there and stopped me from falling. I returned the ball to the children and kept the Bee for you!”

You smiled. You weren’t used to others thinking about you or your interests, and no one had ever given you a gift before either. “Geez chica, that's really nice of you! What could I do to repay you?” Chica laughed. “Oh you don’t have to do anything, but i was wondering-” she paused. You tilted your head. “What were you wondering, chica?” She shook her head. “Nevermind” she waved her hand in front of her face while shaking her head. “Come on chica, tell me, don’t be shy!” you smile at her.

She looks at you for a moment before seeming to take a deep breath. “I was wondering if maybe you would wanna go on a, ya know, date.” She averted her gaze. You were confused on the way she was acting, did she truly believe you would say no? “Chica, do you really think I would say no to you? I would love to go on a date with you!” Chica smiled. “Oh goodie! I was worried you wouldn’t want to!”

You placed the bee on your work table, next to chica's new leg. You went back to taking chicas left leg off. All the while she told you about how she been wanting to ask you out for the longest time but just couldn’t ever seem to build up the courage to ask you and how she was worried you would say no and never want to talk with her again. You shook your head and told her that would have never happened.

You continued to reassure chica, telling her that you have the same feelings for her as she did for you. You took off her leg and placed it in a scap kart you had. You brought chica her new leg and attacked it. You performed the necessary tests on it and helped her up. She walked and ran and even twirled on her new leg, it functioned perfectly. “This is great! How about we celebrate by going on a date tomorrow, huh?” Chica suggested. You thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Where are we going to go chica?” She thought before suggesting the fourth floor. “Why don’t we dance? Do you know how to dance (Y/N)?”

You shook your head. She smiled. “Well then I’ll teach you!” She hugged you happily and left you so you could continue your work. You looked back to your work table to see the bee. You would need to build a shelf to put that on.

Sun/Moon

Moon came in, holding his forearm as if he was nervous. “Heya Moon! What do you think of my new workshop?” you asked him as he slowly made his way in, looking around. You dimmed the lights for him. “It’s impressive.” he stated. You walked up to him and began to scan him, noticing a crack in the forearm he was holding. The crack was large, you would need to get him a new forearm. “Oh geez moon that a big crack, go lay down on that table.” you directed him to a large table that was sticking out form the wall, it was long enough for him to way on so you could easily work on him. Slowly he laid on it, keeping his eyes on you.

You grabbed some tools from your work bench. “What happened moon? Why is your arm cracked?” You asked absentmindedly as you rummaged through your tools. In response he grunted and ignored your question. You made your way over to him, setting some tools to the side. “Come on moon, answer the question of I’m going to have to brighten the lights and have sunny answer me.” He sighed. “Sun was the one to crack it,” he hissed. “He was goofing around at the top of the play structure and ended up falling, hard. We've been trying to keep our arm from breaking off all day.”

You moved his hand and inspected the damage. He was right, it was about to fall off. It looked like they put tape on it to keep it in place. “Hm, I'll have to find you a replacement, but let me take it off first.” you said, beginning your handiwork. Moon at first looked at you, but changed his gaze elsewhere. You noticed and became suspicious, moon wasn’t really a talker but you could tell he was hiding something. “Ya know-” you started. “I never took ya for a liar, moon.”

Moon looked at you shocked. “What do you mean?” he questioned, annoyed. You glanced at his eyes before saying. “I’ve witnessed Sunny fall from a play structure before, bruising only his ego, and you come in here and tell me that he broke an arm because of that? And what about your room? I’ve seen both of you jump from it many times and suddenly you're just now getting hurt by it?” You raised a brow at him.

“Tell me moon, what really happened?” You removed the arm and stared down at him. He was nervous and was looking anywhere but at you. “Sun didn’t break the arm, did he moon?” That seemed to be the breaking point. Moon sighed and admitted he broke it. Satisfied with his answer you detached his hand from the arm and went looking for a new one. It took some time but you were able to find a new one and had brought the old one to your scrap kart.

Walking up to moon once more you asked why he did it. You began to attach the hand back to the arm, waiting for his answer. This time he ignored you. “I’m not putting you arm back on until you can tell me why you injured yourself.” “We wanted to see you again,” he said quickly. Confused, you stayed silent so he could continue. “It’s been a while since you visited us and we missed you, we feel for you and like to be with you.” he Finally admitted. “Moon, your always welcome to visit if you like, you don’t have to injure yourself. Ya know I could always use help around here.” You smile at him and begin reattaching his arm.

Moon gave you a soft look. “Really?” You nodded with an affirmative hum. The arm fit perfectly and was easy enough to attach. “But Moon, if you both had feelings for me, why did you never tell me?” “We didn’t think you would feel the same for both of us.” He stated as he sat up. You walked to your table to put your tools away. “Well Moon you should have never lied to me, as a punishment I think you and sun should join me on my nightly rounds tomorrow.”Moon tilted his head.

“I’m asking you and sun on a date, Moony.” You said. You heard a quiet gasp and noticed the lights flicked brightly, Moon must have been reaching for the light and turned them on so sunny would come out. Sun ran up behind you and lifted you up. “That sounds amazing!” he yelled in excitement and he twirled you around before putting you down again. You reached out for the table to steady your now dizzy self. You smiled up at him. “And (Y/N), did you really mean we could stick around and help you?”

You nodded. “Yeah sunny, I wouldn’t mind the company, though I have to go and catch the basserk S.T.A.F.F. bots, do you want to help me catch them and bring them back here?” Sun nodded excitedly.

DJMM

The noise came closer and you realized it was DJ, coming in through his tunnel. Oddly enough he wasn’t playing his beats, that wasn’t a good sign. He came into the area and you closed the main door so no one came in, something could be really wrong. “Hey DJ, whats wrong?” you noticed he didn’t use one of his arms to walk. He laid down. “There’s nothing wrong for me but I need your help, there's nothing I can do to help them.” He seemed to be holding something in the one hand he wasn’t walking with.

He put his hand down in front of you and you saw the small music animatronic. You were aware of this one, from what you knew no one could get it to work so it stayed in a display case until they seemed to be stolen. The small animatronic looked at you, one of its arms had fallen off along with the instrument it was holding. “Dj, how did you find this one? I thought someone stole them from the display case.” you stated as you reached out to grab him, you couldn’t do a proper scan of him while in dj’s hand, but it backed up, it obviously didn’t want you to grab it.

“Jr. don’t worry, they’re going to help you.” DJ spoke to the small bot. “(Y/N) they are my child, they were powered down some time ago and broke out of the display case. They have been roaming around the vents ever since. I found them recently and have been trying to help them but I am limited.” You reached out again and this time you were able to grab them and their fallen arm. You walked them to you work table and scanned them over.

“Well it's a good thing you bought them over now and didn’t wait, they're going to need a lot of work done and some coding too.” DJ turned his body so he was facing the both of you. “What do you see (Y/N)?” You hummed. “Well obviously the one arm is fallen off, due to rust and some corrosion, the other arm is on its way out as well. Their legs look alright but I’m still going to look them over because I see some rust as well. Their voice box is broken and that's only the things I can scan, After i fix them up ill need to hook them up to the computer, to check for viruses of course.”

The small bot looked up at you, worried. You patted their head. “It will all be simple fixes though, you have nothing to worry about jr.” you told them. DJ hummed. “That explains a lot of their weird behavior.” DJ chimed in. You glanced at him over your shoulder. “How come you never told me you were a father, DJ?” “You never asked if I had kids.” he retorted. You grab some tools and some cleaning supplies. “Good point, I should go around and ask the other animatronics if they have kids as well so I know.” you laughed, he did as well.

“I got Jr. around a year before you came along. The higher ups thought it would be a cute idea to give me more of an…’appealing responsibility’, I guess because everyone always likes a fatherly animatronic. After some time they lost interest in Jr. and saw him more as an extra unnecessary cost and powered him down. They took him away from me.” The last part was heartbreakingly sad.

“After you fix him back up I need to find a place to hide him so they don’t take him away again.” As you began cleaning up Jr. you thought and came up with a quick solution. “He could always stay here with me, that is if he would want to. No one ever comes here, mainly because it's hard for the human staff to find. I mean it wouldn’t be fun being stuck here all day but its a great place to hide.” you suggested. DJ perked up along with JR. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

You shook your head. “Not a bit, its always nice to have company after all, besides if for some off reason he was found here with me I could always play off that I found him somewhere and now he’s my little helper.” DJ thanked you. You continued repairing the small bot. He was shiny and looked good as new, all limbs attached. The voice box was fixed but no sound came out. You had brought him over to your coding. You powered them down and connected the wires to their respective areas.

While looking through the codes you noticed some viruses in them. One of the viruses was keeping them silent. After a few hours of coding you were able to wipe the viruses. “Nows the time for the big reveal DJ.” you said to him as you pulled the wires and began to power on jr. When he did power on he looked up to you. “Heya jr. can you speak?” At first it was silence followed by some static. You worried it didn’t work, but then he began speaking perfectly. “My voice box works now!” he said happily.

“(Y/N), thank you so much for fixing him! I owe you big time!” Said DJ happily. “Yes, thank you for fixing me (Y/N)” jr. mimicked happily. “Oh it was my pleasure boys. Is there anything else I could do for either of you.” DJ shook his head but jr cimed in. “Hey my dad is throwing a party tomorrow, all the other animatronics are going to be there, I’m sure my dad will be happy if you came to, as a guest of honor. His words, not mine.” DJ was shocked while jr. smiled at his fathers discomfort. “That’s true, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could join me- uh I mean us at the party tomorrow.”

You smiled at DJ, you would have never thought he needed a wingman. “Oh I would love to DJ, it sounds like a blast and a half!” By this time Jr. had gotten up and made his way to his fathers tunnels. “You could even say its the perfect date.” He remarked as he left through the tunnels. You laughed and looked at DJ. “You know, if you wanted to ask me out you could have just asked me yourself, i never took you for the shy kind DJ.” Dj laughed with you. “Would you still be interested though, even if it was a date?”

“Of course DJ, I’d be honored.”

[heresathreebee]

Walter "Keys" McKeys | Free Guys (2021) || Group Sex // Overstimulation 

Established Relationship (coworkers); 2.3k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED; Swearing, Work-Related Stress, Public Bathroom Sex, Anal Plugs, Overstimulation, Creampie

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Crunch time at Soonami Games was killer on its programmers but especially Keys. He's the type of workaholic who already puts in double the hours of an average person and still proves time and time again that that is only a fraction of his power. He forgets he’s still human and is therefore required to provide maintenance on his body like shower, sleep, eat etc in order to function. 

He is getting better at it– for your sake. As long as he clocks off on time and showers before bed every night, he is allowed to wake up as early as he wants to get back to work. You also work at Soonami modeling characters and have started talking shop in your sleep to your boyfriend’s concern (and partial amusement). 

“...the rig is fucked, he’s walking like a horse…”

Half asleep, Keys turns his head to find you drooling on your pillow. “...what?” 

“...if I catch you again, I'm going to throw you down the job hole…”

Keys snorta as he rubs sleep sand out of his eyes. Ah yes, the job hole. You’ve told him in a few of your work dreams, getting fired involves people either getting ‘sacked’ (hit in the face with a bag of hay) or ‘canned’ (thrown down an endless hole in the middle of the bullpit office). It was funny, but it also meant you were stressing out to the point that work was never off your mind. 

Plus, you weren’t wearing your bonnet to bed and he knew how pissed off you got when you had to detangle your hair. 

“Babe,” Keys said hoarsely and gently shook your shoulder. “Hey, get up.” 

You swat his arm away and roll over but it’s too late– you’re awake now and unlikely to get back to sleep. The best way Keys knows how to get you to relax is sex or a spa day, but neither of you have time for that with a dozen looming deadlines over your heads. He changes into day clothes while you use the bathroom and digs through your shared closet looking for a good belt to use. Instead, he stumbles upon your toy chest which neither of you have gotten to play with in an age. Maybe there’s something in here you two can use to relax.

…

You exit the bathroom with a sigh and start to pull on a new shirt. 

“Wait,” Keys slides your shirt back off and hands you a different outfit. “Can you wear this today?” 

You glare between him and the floral romper. It’s short on you, with a plunge neckline, flouncy sleeves, and zippable pockets. “Why? Need some eye candy for when you’re slacking off?” 

“I never slack off,” he pretends to scold you. Then he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, a move you can never resist. “I was thinking we could… play a game today?” 

“Does this game involve locking Antwon in a closet and taking over the company?,” you ask as you brush your lips against his chin. 

“Even better,” he says and dips his head to give you a real, passionate kiss that, realistically, neither of you have time for. “Now put it on. I have one other thing I want you to wear.” 

…

Never in a million years would you have expected your mild mannered, code obsessed boyfriend to suggest wearing remote control vibrating buttplugs to work (yes, he has one too. It wasn’t a part of his original plan, but you felt it was only fair). The controller feels heavy in your pocket and you keep adjusting it suspiciously, like a boner you’re trying to hide. Your phone text tone chirps and you look to see a new message. 

Keys: Stop touching your hip you look like youre hiding a weapon lol

Annoyed, you turn around to where you know Keys' desk is only to find it empty. A sharp tingle shocks your spine as the plug you’re wearing comes to life and just as quickly disappears again. The girl at the coffee pot next to you stares. 

“Sorry,” you chuckle nervously, “ghost walked over my grave.” 

Her eyebrows wave and she scrambles away, and you finally find the culprit you were looking for hiding behind a load bearing pillar and muffling his laughter with his hand. 

Dickhead, you use text-to-speech and send a message back. 

“What did you call me?” 

You whip around to find your fucking boss. “I didn’t call you anything, Antwon. I didn’t even know you were there. Do you need something?” 

You squeeze your thighs together as Keys turns the plug back on and sets it to a whispering buzz that only you can hear. This fucking toy has some range on it, at least 20-30 feet, you’ll give the creators credit for that. Antwon yammers on about production and deadlines and you respond with the same boring employee drivel about making good progress. 

“I want those rigs fixed,” he says and pokes your chest dramatically. It annoys the hell out of you and you have to bite your lip to stop from punching him in the jaw. Especially because the plug has your arousal rising– making your thin underwear sticky and your nipples hard. “Have them turned into me by tonight, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you reply through gritted teeth. 

As you are walking back to your desk, you feel the vibe pulse– short short short short, pause, short long, pause, short short short short, pause, short long– then turn completely off. You pull up a wiki page for morse code and try to ignore the needy pulse of your sex and the pleasant pressure of the plug moving once you sit down. 

The wiki informs you that your boyfriend says “H A H A”

You glare at him over your screen and watch his self-satisfied smile drop. 

…

Keys forgot how competitive you got during simple games. He goes to take a drink of his coffee and yelps as the plug that he’s wearing comes to life on the highest setting possible, loud and strong and borderline painful, forcing him to spill his drink all down his shirt (which thankfully grew cold while it sat on his desk for two hours). Mouser laughs at Keys from the other side of the desk and slaps his knee. 

“Man, what the hell is wrong with you, dude?” 

“UH, I saw a SPIDER,” Keys face flushes beet red and his cock hardens just before the vibe gradually turns down and off with somehow only the victim as the wiser. “Thought I saw… thought I saw a spider. It’s uh gone now… or it wasn’t uh really there.” 

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” he sighs and heads off to the bathroom. 

Keys tries to catch your eye at your desk, but you pretend to be engrossed in the work on your monitor and he leaves to try and wipe the coffee stains out of his good button up. The vibe resumes, this time at a pleasant bump, bump, bump that is tolerable but would make him walk funny if he moved too fast. 

It’s not long before the bathroom door swings open and you appear in the mirror, smug as you caress your greedy hands around the clean parts of his shirt. 

“That was uncalled for,” he complains, “I liked this shirt!” 

You kiss up and down his neck, paying extra attention to his sweet spots and none to his words. Your hand gives the outline of his cock a gentle squeeze before it slips into his pocket and withdrawals the secondary remote. Keys finishes undoing the buttons on his shirt and takes it off, giving up on getting his khakis cleaned but grateful he wore a black shirt underneath. 

“I know you tested these the day we got them,” you hum thoughtfully. “Which setting do you think would be my favorite?” Keys hits the button like he’s already thought about it– always known– and a thrumming sensation which ebbs and flows like a tide fills you. You hum in approval and meld your body to his back, “when you’re right, you’re right.” 

Playing this game at work was turning out to be a real production killer. It wouldn’t be long before Antwon’s little yes man comes crashing down on Keys head asking why his typing was at half speed the average. You both need to get your heads in the game, and maybe you’ll just make time for a couple quickies in the shower. 

Keys tangles his fingers into yours and leans back to whisper in your ear, “I need to be inside you, right now.” 

You fight the urge to moan and pull him into the nearest stall. Once the door is locked, he’s pressing up against you and the wall and kissing you feverishly. Getting Keys riled up before sex always leads to the most satisfying fucks of your life and you cream a little more knowing neither of you are going to last long. 

“Fuck. Turn around.” Keys hand coaxes you to face the wall and you both reach down to fix your clothes out of the way. You hold the crotch of your flowy romper and drenched panties aside while he grips himself by the base of his cock and slides in. Your left hands meet at the lip of the divider wall and tangle over one another, you groan simultaneously as he bottoms out in your pussy. His voice in your ear alone almost sends you over the edge. “Fuck, always so ready for me, and still so tight… I’m not gonna be able to pull out, ok?” 

You’re already walking around with uncomfortably tacky shorts, what’s one more fluid mixed into the mess? “Ok, ok. Now fuck me, baby…” 

Keys pounds into you as much as he can while trying to be quiet. The vibrating plugs pick up the slack and drive you both closer and closer to climax together. It’s just as his right hand is covering your mouth to muffle your pitchy moans that the bathroom door gets kicked open. 

“- CAN’T BELIEVE THIS, JERR BEAR, I REALLY CAN’T” 

Both of you freeze as you hear Antwon’s voice booming off the walls. The last thing you wanted to be was caught getting dicked down by your boyfriend, who also happens to be Antwon’s favorite programmer, in the middle of the busiest time of the year.

You hear the sink turn on and peek through the gap in the door to see Antwon’s back to you and a bluetooth wireless earbud in his ear. He’s on the phone, not coming to fire you (yet). 

“YOU TELL JAMIE LEE CURTIS THAT SHE AND HER DOG ARE UNINVITED TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY. YES I’M SERIOUS–”

Keys hisses through his teeth and rests his chin on your shoulder. It’s a struggle to stay still, but he’s worried pulling out would be worse. He bites back a groan when he feels your pussy clench on him and your free hand frantically tapping his thigh. He crushes you into the wall to try and convey that he needs you to stay still, but you ignore him and turn your face and whisper shout, 

“You left the remote on the counter, you idiot!” 

Keys doesn’t even have time to panic as he feels you clench in his arms– this time he can feel the end of your plug, which is pressed into his pelvic bone, as the vibration doubles in intensity and forces you to come instantly. 

His hand clamps over your mouth and nose to keep your scream silent, your boss hasn’t left yet. He’s actually gotten closer, as in he has entered the stall next to you. There are not enough expletives in the English language to convey how absolutely fucked the two of you are. 

“I’m just saying, Jerr, that if Madonna and Katy Perry can rock cone-shaped brassiers, than so can I…” 

Keys releases your face to let you breathe, and due to the endless pulsing of your pussy, he has to bite your shoulder as he comes too, pumping his seed in your warmth that splatters against the floor as he accidentally slips out. His eyes roll back in relief and embarrassment as all it would take to notice the mess is for Antwon to accidentally look down. 

“Hey,” the dread voicecame again.

You were laying your head back on Keys’ shoulder, exhausted, but opened your eyes wide when you heard somebody address you from above. Antwon looks down at you from over the wall, his hand inches from where yours and Keys was tangled. Keys looks up too and freezes. 

“... While I admire the enthusiasm you two have for kinky office sex–” he points an accusatory finger at you, “save it for after crunch time!”

You both nod stupidly but can’t really move, still in disbelief. 

“That means get back to work!” 

…

You don’t talk about it until you’re getting out of the car in front of your shared apartment. “I cannot believe we weren’t fired today!” 

Keys laughed with you. “I know!” 

You got in the apartment and kicked off your shoes, shuffling to the bedroom and flopping down face first. 

“Did you ever get the remote back,” Keys asked as he shucked off his clothes. 

“Nope,” you said into the comforter, “I tossed the plug into the garbage at lunch. That’s $40 down the drain…” 

“At least you could have had some mercy for me,” he said, and peeled his boxers off of his crotch where a few of his loads were drying. “I came so many times I had nothing left to give! It was a ghost load!” 

You rolled over like a lazy cat and stretched with an evil laugh. “Good. I loved watching you get up to get another coffee. Legs shaking like a newborn deer.” 

“Fuck, you.” He leans over you on his hands and kisses you deeply. “So what do you say? Bath, takeout, bed?” 

“We’re calling in sick tomorrow,” you say. 

“No way,” he reprimands you, “we’re going to fuck all night after work and then we’ll call out sick on Friday. Deal?” 

“Deal.”

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