#and then heartsteel came out and guess what

[tokagrem]

*staring longingly at ultrakill* I used to be good at video games

[milksuu]

i need Phel w like… a bad bitch reader… the kinda girl her fans would ask her to step on them… and i need him to be completely whipped and submissive for her

❥ prompt: So, here Aphelios was. Dragged to some grungy underground concert by Kayn. And since Ezreal was sick, guess that made him the stand in. He thought he was going to be bored out of his mind. He didn't realize he'd end up being a fanboy---your fanboy. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, minor blood, BDSM, name calling, bullying (affectionate), lotsa profanity, dom!reader ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!aphelios x badbitch!f!reader, aphelios & kayn ❥ performance song in this fic: Playground (From the Arcane League of Legends Series) - Bea Miller

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

That was one way to start a conversation, Aphelios thought. Usually, when a girl approached him, they were overly friendly and tooth-rottlingly sweet. To a sickening point at times. Too much was overwhelming for him, and he often got migraines from those interactions. He disliked the feeling of needing to reciprocate with the same intensity and niceties. He wasn't like Ezreal, who could entertain for hours with a charming smile and endless conversation. But this was the first time any girl cursed him out within the first millisecond of an exchange. Honestly, it was refreshing. And honestly, he kind of liked it.

He took a moment to look over his shoulder to check if, by chance, you were talking to someone else. He figured he was the only one out in the alleyway. And because of that, he couldn't recall staring at anyone. Although, he did tend to have a bad habit of 'resting bitch face'. Especially whenever he stared off into space. Just so happened to be in your general direction. He wasn't sure whether to call it bad luck or bad timing. Like the whole 'wrong place wrong time' situation. Either way, it was obvious his face and mere existence was pissing you off.

"I'm talking to you, dumbass. You with the stupid fucking headphones at a concert." Flicking your cigarette away, you encroached into his personal space. It forced him against a wall, with you mere inches away from his face. He could smell the burning smoke on your breath, lingering with a hint of spice and clove. "You got a problem, or what? If you do, then say it to my damn face."

That was comical. How could he tell you? Let's see, he reached to take his phone out. You scuffed and snatched it from his hands. "What the hell are you going to do? Call your mommy to come help you?" You mocked him by dangling his cell in his face. So much for that idea. Now what was he supposed to do? He needed to create some distance. Catch you off guard, and for you to react accordingly. Well, with all things considered. He tugged down his mask, and captured your lips. Red ignited your vision. You sank your canines viscously into his bottom lip and smashed his phone against his chest. He tasted liquid metal on his tongue, and felt the reset of his diaphragm. It took a deathly minute for him to fill his chest with air. He swore even if he could talk, that stunt would've shut him up for life. So, yeah. More or less what he expected.

"You sick freak." With a hiss, you spat a mixture of saliva and blood at his shoe. He watched you storm off, fading back into the dark venue and strobing lights. Leaving him with iron in his mouth, yearning for oxygen, and his heart recklessly pounding inside him. And holy shit, did he want more of it.

"What the hell. Did something happen out there?" When he returned Kayn took hold of his shoulder, and spoke at the side of his face. "There's blood on your mask. Do I need to kick somebody's ass here?" Aphelios didn't consider how badly his lip had been busted by your teeth. The pain was subtle compared to the wild thrill he received. And whenever he felt the sting with a brush of his tongue, the thought of you only came to mind. He shook his head, pantomiming how he bit into his own lip by accident. Kayn scrunched his face, but accepted the excuse by taking a long swig of his drink. When the lights dimmed, Kayn smacked at his chest excitedly. Aphelios almost bent over from the aching bruise you left against his sternum. "It's happening. LET'S FUCKING GO!"

The crowd shook the warehouse with roars. Fog spilled across the stage. Red lights poured down. And there you were. Like Hell's chosen ascendent, bound in black leather and succubus fashion. Your voice induced a hypnotism. The lights strobing with each bass beat of your song. The crowd spellbound, wailing and screaming for you to salvage them. But you were their obvious harbinger who would drag them straight to the pits of the underworld. Where they could never escape you. Forever trapped in your playground. And that's exactly where he wanted to be.

Going wide-eyed, Aphelios felt you within in his pulse. His bottom lip throbbing endlessly. He wasn't expecting to have a good time. He wasn't expecting you. He watched as you strutted to the end of the stage, planting your eight-inch heels against the faces of a few audiences members begging to be crushed. He could tell you had no problem delivering them pain, just as you did with him. He never understood the sensation, until tonight.

When the song ended, the crowd settled down for you to say a few words. Swinging your hair out of your mascaraed lashes, you took a swig from your water bottle. "You know guys. I love that you're all here. Thanks for coming out to see me. Feels awesome, really." You breathed heavily into the microphone. "But there's one person I want to give a special shout out to—for being an absolute fucking dickhead. Lights. Over there. Please and thank you." With a snap of your fingers, you pointed straight out into the crowd. Apehlios might as well had a gun pointed to his head. That finger burned a straight hole into his forehead. A spotlight swung over him, until it beamed down like his final day of reckoning.

Kayn snapped his neck going back and forth between you two. He then snatched his elbow, shaking him ruthlessly. "Wait. You're telling me I have to kick her ass? You know—my future fucking girlfriend?" Aphelios noticed there were a lot of fucks to be had with him tonight.

"Yeah. You. Still wearing those dumbass headphones. Tell your pink-haired girlfriend he can't save you. Because your mine after the show tonight." You signaled for the next song to come on, and the crowd went into a tidal wave of screams and wails.

"How the hell am I the girlfriend!?" Kayn yelled into the abyss of concert noise. "And what does my future wife want with you!?" Aphelios merely shrugged. But when his bottom lip pulsed again....he knew exactly what he was getting from you.

"Since you felt like you had the balls to kiss me, I should take them from you. See you try pulling that shit again."

That was one way to flirt with him, Aphelios thought. And he was being liberal with the definition. Threats against his privates never appealed to him before. But when those threats poured from your lips, they sounded like all the things he ever wanted to hear in his whole damn life. Up till now, everything felt rehearsed, repetitive, predictable-- mind numbingly boring. But with you, that wasn't going to be the case. That was obvious by his placement in your hotel room. Hands secured above his head, back arched, and wrists bound by leather stirrups hanging from the ceiling.

"You have one of the bitchiest faces I've ever seen. Bitchier than mine, maybe." The room was dark. He carefully eyed your silhouette approaching him. Aphelios swallowed hard when your hand took his balls in a choke hold. "Let's see how long it takes for me to break it. And if I can't..." With a quick release, you ran the length of a finger up his stiffening shaft. "I'll let you fuck me. Deal?"

Aphelios shuddered an exhale, nodding slowly. This was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever have to pull off...no pun intended. Assessing his own threshold, he knew he might not make it. But to any dog, a treat was still a treat. And he would take what he could get get. Or in this case, earn.

"I'll tell you how this is going to work." Your fingers left his tip, trialed up his stomach, till they rested in the middle of his bare chest. "If you want to tap out, make this sign with your left hand. Got it?" You singed one hand, while the other pressed into that lovely bruise you gifted him in the alleyway. The ache elicited a soft groan. "I asked if you got it." You pressed harder for confirmation. With a rattle in his restraints, he made the gesture. "Good. Looks like you're not a total dumbass."

Abandoning him briefly, he heard something crack in the dark. The scent of leather permeating the hotel air. He felt the material grace his back side, fluttering to his ass. One tap. Two tap. This was his only and final warning. If he wanted out, now was the time. He furrowed his brow, and licked his aching bottom lip. No—he wanted this. A whip to the air and the first strike landed. His whole body contracted as he held back a gasp. Settling to a low groan, it wasn't long till the next one came, then the next, and the next. Every strike hitting and harder. The crop whistling in his ears each time it came for his bare ass and thighs. His breaths turned sharp, sweat accumulated against his pale skin, and his fingers scratched the insides of his palms. After the 50th strike, his ass and thighs were on fire. But all those hormones produced to cope with the pain began to inch him into a subspace he had never reached before. Not to mention, all the hand strokes and squeezes to his dick in between the pain— it was absolutely mind fucking.

"Wow. I'm impressed. You've lasted longer than any of my other toys. You really are a sick freak." Arousal mixed with your half-talk and half-laughter. This was the first time anyone has earned you. And now, you were going to make him wish he'd never met you. "Are you ready to fuck the cum right out of you?"

Holy shit. Thank God he couldn't talk. Nothing would be making sense if he could. Wait, what did you ask him again? No, seriously. He couldn't think straight. The excessive amounts of oxytocin pumping into his brain diluted all his thoughts. When he didn't respond right away, you snatched his face, digging your nails into his cheeks. "I asked you a question, dumbass." That was quickly becoming his favorite insult. You dragged your lips, tongue and teeth across his busted lip. Hypersensitive at this point, that was almost enough to send him. Focus—shit—okay. He remembered, and nodded desperately between your breathy open-mouthed kisses.

He was lucky the bed was behind him. Once he was freed from his restraints, it didn't take much but a finger push from you for him to collapse back. The cold comforters contrasted his burning skin, almost like he dived into an ice bath. He really had this sense he was burning up. Woozy from all the endorphins and adrenaline pumping through him, all the way down to his twitching cock—begging for release. But he felt stuck in a bodily stasis, an erotic paralysis. All he could do was stare up at the melting ceiling, panting for breaths. "You're not fucking anything like this. Awe, what a shame." There was no remorse in your wicked smile as you removed your undergarments. "Deals off. Looks like I'm fucking you instead." He barely processed the meaning of your words until you straddled on top, pushed one of his thighs up, and plunged yourself down on him.

The shock of you taking his whole cock in one swift motion made him choke out a cry of ecstasy. Each of your thrusts were splitting him in two; one of pain and pleasure. His ass and thighs stinging and swelling with heat form all the welts you left on his skin. Rubbing against the cotton covers, rubbing against you. His dick swallowed and squeezed by your pounding cunt, over and over again. With the sound of your drenched pussy slapping hard against his base. He was dragged to an intoxicating edge. To a point where his eyes glossed over pleadingly, his face flushed and saliva streamed from the corners of his trembling mouth. "There it is. Finally broke that bitchy face of yours," he heard you moan, mocking how much of a shameful mess he was.

One more forceful slam of your tight warmth, and pleasure ripped through him, tearing him into unmendable pieces. Every single vein within his body tightened and coiled. Flushing all his insides hot and white. His cock pulsed and throbbed so deep inside you. He cried against his moans, heaving and shuddering. He prayed he would make it through his climax. Lucky for him, he did. Unlucky for him, you weren't finished, and were milking him for all he was worth. The tip of his dick feeling like pins a needles, forcing his back to arch and buck his hip against the extreme sensation. He vaguely heard you curse him out one more time as your walls clamped around him, pushing some of his load down his shaft and onto his pelvis. When the two of you settled, he shivered as you pulled yourself out and reached over him to take something from the nightstand.

"So—" You started, lighting a smoke and taking a long drag. The scent of clove and spice filling the space. "You free or what next week?" Well, that was one way to ask him on a date, Aphelios thought. Not that he needed much convincing to free up his schedule. He considered himself a fanboy—your fanboy.

an: you wanted a bad bitch anon, you got her. thanks for the req. MWUAH.

[ioniansunsets]

I'm totally understand you about college! Mine is slowly killing me sometimes. Know it's hard, but remember to take a break if you really need one. <3

Oh and if you still talking requests... can I get one with Sett or Kayn, where s/o is jealous about rumoms that they're with Ahri/Akali?

Thank you :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn and Heartsteel!Sett With a Jealous Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: Sett 486 Words | Kayn 511 Words

✖ Tags: Established R/S | Hidden RS

✖ A/N: It has been so long I am so sorry omg guess who is FINALLY back to writing now that colleg is done I guess. Oops. Oops. Oops. (But yes I wrote this with a, can’t announce they’re dating yet due to circumstance, in mind)

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SETT

Sett is understanding beyond anything and a gentleman to boot. He would notice before you even say anything about it. Sett can tell from the slightest change in your behavior that something was bothering you and ask you about it.

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“ Come on babe what’s wrong, don’t like ya lookin’ all sad like that.”

A gentle grip as he pulls you up from the couch onto his lap. Face nuzzling your neck as he tries to get you to talk. Puppy dog eyes from your lover was all it took to get you to sigh as you spoke about your small…ok maybe, your average sized problems. His face breaking out into a comforting smile as you spoke, adjusting himself so that you could lie into his chest instead as you spoke.

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Telling him the way fans keep shipping him with Ahri just because the two of them were stunning Vastayans in media would just make him give you a hearty laugh. Arms around you he’d shower you in kisses, telling you not to bother about fans like that.

Of course it doesn’t end at just telling you it’s ok. Sett would do his best to show that you are the only one for him too. When there are interviews or shows within their shared music label Sett would consciously stay a respectable distance from Ahri. (Of course explaining to her his want to stamp down the rumors of which she readily agrees to)

Sett is a gentleman so of course he is nice to the girls still, but all the sweet things extend to you too. Plus, beyond that he gives you special treatment when you two are outside together. Letting you know if he has shoots with her so you can drop by to feel the comfort of knowing there’s nothing to be worried about. Wearing things with your initials, wearing your colors or matching accessories with you whenever he can so that so that it is clear to others that he is taken and is in love with someone else.

He comforts you of course, gently making sure you understand that as a public figure he can’t do much about the things people say and do about him online, but at the least, he can post some subtle couple pictures with you online, telling fans (untargetedly) that he isn’t comfortable with being shipped with other idols.

And later on your relationship, when the situation arises and management approves of announcing his relationship with you, it is you he has in his arms. Hand outstretched to help you out of the limo at a red carpet event. Bright smile on his face as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes as you dress to the nines with him looking both amazing, proudly showing you off to the paparazzi to settle things once and for all. He was taken and he was yours.

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KAYN

Kayn would notice when he comes back from a dinner function with K/DA to see you looking really pouty at him from the bed. Alright, something was wrong here, the real question is, was it his fault?

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“ Hey babe um…did I…did I do something wrong? It’s not cos I came home so late right?”

Throwing off his branded jacket to the side, kicking off his shoes, Kayn would slowly make his way over to the bedside, sitting by you as he looks at you concerned. Hand reaching out to comb through your hair to try and console you. The soft feeling of his nails gently scratching your scalp to coax you into confiding in him helped of course. A soft sigh leaving you as you showed him all the posts in the KaynKali tags online. You knew he loved you and they were just childhood friends but still it was tough to see fans ship them together.

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He laughs first, loudly. Thinking so obviously that you were joking to be jealous of Akali of a people. He only suddenly stops as he sees you hurt and glaring at him frustrated.

Apologizing furiously as he pulls you in for a tight hug. Telling you about how he has no intentions like that with her and she definitely doesn’t look at him that way either. As far as he is concerned they are both furthest from each other’s type, she’s a sister to him and that you have nothing to worry about. Whatever ‘chemistry’ fans see were just their irritated banter between close friends, nothing more!

A smug smile on his face as he peppers yours in kisses, jokingly asking you if you wanted him to post all his couple photos of you guys to social media right now. Sure it would start drama and management would kill him but he loves you and mischief isn’t something he shys away from. The only reason he hasn’t was because he treasures his privacy with you afterall.

With you in his arms he whips out his phone for you to see, sending Akali a text to ask about what she felt about all this only to have her reply with a photo of her flipping him off and blocking him. “ See? Nothing to worry about baby. My love only belongs to you.”

But of course, it doesn’t just end there. He doesn’t hard announce your relationship or anything but whenever you two go out together he happily holds your hand or has an arm around your waist. He doesn’t hide you and proudly shows you off but never making it official until management lets him.

When the time comes and he gets to show you off he does it as showy as he could. Calling you out on stage mid solo performance to lift you up with one arm, lips passionately pressing against yours as a smug smile graces his lips. Announcing proudly to all his fans that you were his and his only.

[league-of-blorbos]

Hi, I write fanfiction sometimes but my biggest issue is that I'm very slow at it and I always end up leaving my half finished drafts to rot and never get posted. But I started writing this Heartsteel Yone fic in like 2 sittings and I really wanna try and finish it since I like the direction it's going.

It's mainly about my transfem Yone headcanon and them struggling with both dysphoria and the music industry, and maybe lead it into some Aluyone content since I love that ship in this au. While what I have is just set up for how Yone first met the band, I would LOVE any feedback on stuff I could improve or just some motivation to help me finish this draft.

(One last note, I'm referring to Yone with he/him so far but the pronouns will change later in the story as Yone sorts their gender out more)

Yone had very strict parents growing up. He knew it ultimately came from a place of love, but sometimes it was like they kept raising their expectations for him as soon as he started to get close to meeting them. When most looked at the two brothers, they would never guess Yone was the only one their parents had to constantly pull back in line while they never seemed too concerned about what his brother, Yasuo, was doing. Maybe it was because Yone always did better in school as a kid and had more potential in their eyes, or their parents had just long given up on trying to keep their younger son in check when he was always on the move. Whatever the case was, it felt like Yone’s parents wanted a say in everything he did, from trying to push him towards a more “respectable” career than music, to not allowing him to to buy the more gaudy and revealing clothes that he admired. It took so much convincing to even grow his hair out long and dye it, his mother telling Yone how handsome he looked with short hair, or his dad warning him that others would think he’s a woman. Of course, they relented after Yasuo also started growing his hair out to support his brother. 

Needless to say, Yone was relieved when he finally built up enough money from gigs to move out, and was able to have a bit more freedom in his self-expression. He wasn’t even completely sure why having long hair or pretty outfits meant so much to him, he just knew it somehow felt natural when he brushed his fingers through his long locks, felt his ponytail swishing behind his back, or how clothes that brought out his slender figure made him stare at himself in the mirror for a little longer than usual. 

But Yone didn’t have the time to question these little things as his career quickly took off, and a lot of those familiar restrictions from Yone’s childhood started to return. Now he was stuck where the people he’d DJ for had specific requests for what to play, and he’d gotten big enough to have agents and managers that kept him from straying too far from the mainstream sound. On top of that, Yone still cared for his parent’s approval to a degree, even if he didn’t live under their roof, and didn’t want to squander any big opportunities just because he felt a little constrained. 

But as the bar everyone expected him to meet flew higher and higher, Yone felt all the restrictions growing tighter and tighter, weighing him down more and more. He felt he had barely any time and absolutely no energy to work on any passion projects, the actual experimental and groundbreaking music that got him into the scene in the first place. His frustration reached a breaking point after a particularly tiring show. The equipment kept acting up despite there being no issues during setup, Yone kept having to play the same few songs over and over, and the set had to be cut early after a drunk fan rushed the stage and tried to get handsy with him. Yone was on his way home, feeling irritated, violated, and just so fucking exhausted. 

The very last thing Yone wanted to do when he got back to his flat was argue with a stuck up manager over the phone who insisted he should’ve continued the show after the crazed fan was dealt with. With Yone’s mind not in the best headspace and absolutely sick of never getting to do things his way, he finally lost his cool and got into a shouting match with the agent that went well into the night. When he hung up, tears were streaming down Yone’s cheeks, and he couldn’t tell if they were from all the yelling or if they were from the relief of getting everything off his chest right at the people who, at this point, felt like they were just there to make things worse.

The relief was short lived, as the agent had quit the next morning, leaving Yone with no one to help him manage the business side of his job. 

Yone felt at his lowest possible point. Maybe his parents were right that this wasn’t the path he should’ve taken, and that he should’ve just stuck with his robotics classes. But that all changed one night, it was a rare night when both he and Yasuo had time to meet up and just chill together like they used to. Of course, with both of them being DJs, the siblings naturally talked about music often, and while discussing up-and-coming artists, Yasuo brought up a duo trying to start a group; their names were Sett and K’Sante. 

[one-winged-dreams]

Habits

ship: (adriel x yone) source: league of legends (Heartsteel-verse) word count: 726

I had to pump out Yone content somehow, I'm so fucking rabid over that GIF I can't even be tsundere about him. Hearsteel!Adri can though! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @faerie-circle-ships @dorothys-wife

"You need to talk to Kayn about his social media habits."

Yone's attention was diverted to the side, where Adriel was dutifully typing away at his laptop. His gaze hadn't lifted from the screen, but when did he ever give any more attention than was needed when it didn't have to do with his work?

"I think that's something you should take up with Alune?" he smiled good-naturedly arching an eyebrow. The fact that he was talking to him at all was nice, Adriel's love language was just being in the same general space as him, usually. Not that Yone minded the silence, knowing this was the case.

This time, Adriel's typing ceased, and he looked up.

"He's more likely to listen to you. You're more of an influence on the boys," it was ambiguous if this was more of a statement than a compliment. Sighing, he then placed a hand to his temple. "What am I saying? This is a pointless endeavor, forget I said anything."

Yone shrugged, his smile widening. "Kayn will be Kayn. You could try talking to Rowena instead, maybe she can subliminally message him into at least holding back juuuust a little."

A breath through Adriel's nose was an expression of annoyed amusement, at least, Yone HOPED it was amusement.

"MAYBE," was his only reply.

Unable to help himself from chuckling at that, Yone stood, moving across the room to sit on the couch next to Adriel and resting his head against the top of the other's.

"I did rope you into this, so I have to apologize. You've got your hands full, don't you?"

Adriel didn't make any sort of expression as he returned to his work, but he didn't move away either.

"I knew what I was getting into. You never change, Yone," he paused and then looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "For better or for worse."

"I'll choose to take that as a compliment. So, what if I make this little incident up to you?" Yone was now so bold as to wrap an arm around Adriel, whose gaze had returned to the screen.

"Right here?" came his deadpan reply.

Bursting into full-on laughter, Yone shook his head.

"No no, that's not what I meant. Good to know you didn't say no immediately, though," he mused and then gave a kiss to those raven locks. When Adriel's hair hung loose, he could smell that rose water shampoo all the better.

"What, then?" Adriel sighed, closing his laptop. This was looking more and more promising.

Yone moved forward, tilting his head off to the side to better look him in the face.

"Come to dinner with me? In about… Right now?" his eyes narrowed as he offered a charming smile, delighting in the way Adriel's face flushed ever so slightly despite the lack of change in expression.

And Adriel stared that deadpan stare for a moment. And then he sighed.

"I told Bee I'd meet her in an hour," he started, holding up a finger as Yone opened his mouth to speak. "But she has a key. I'll just tell her to wait for me. She'll find Ez eventually, and then it's out of my hands, I guess."

Again, Yone laughed, standing and being so gentlemanly as to hold his hand out to help Adriel stand.

"Enabler," he teased.

Adriel accepted the assistance and then shrugged as he smoothed down his skirt.

"Well I want the boys to have fulfilling love lives, you know. I'm just romantic like that, I guess," his voice was as deadpan as his expression despite the statement, and when he looked up, Yone was leaning over him, inches from his face.

"And would you say YOU were feeling fulfilled right now?" he all but purred.

This little action broke the dam, and Adriel's eyes widened, his blush returning two-fold.

"I'm…"

"Mhhh?" Yone's fingers were at his chin now, tilting his face upward so that they were in clear, obvious kissing range.

"I…" Adriel started again... Before sighing and ducking down and past Yone. "We'll see after you buy me a nice dessert, too," he huffed, waving a hand as he began to walk to the car without bothering to wait.

Only a little disappointed, Yone laughed, grabbing his keys off the table.

"And then something sweet after that, maybe."

[demonslayelover]

THE BOYS TABLE: CHAPTER 3

This is chapter 3 of The Boys Table!

The Heartsteel one shot is coming soon! I just thought I’d post this since I uploaded a new chapter to this book on Wattpad. It’s under the same name and my name is Partygirls45. I lose inspiration a lot so I don’t really update. Also I’ve been working on an actual story inspired by Jeff the Killer.

Hope you enjoyyy!!!

My eyes widen as I start pacing back and forth.

'How the hell did Michael know where I lived?'

'I never told him so how would he know?'

'Wait maybe Tyrone told him." I tell myself.

I quickly run to the house phone and call Tyrone's number.

"Hello?" He answers the phone.

"Did you, by any chance, perhaps, tell Michael where I live?" I ask hopefully.

"Ummm... no." Tyrone says.

"Really? Like it never slipped out during a conversation or anything?" I ask.

"No." Tyrone says.

"Is everything all right?" He asks clearly worried for me.

"Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine I just need a minute." I say hanging the phone up.

"How the hell did he know where I lived?"

'I need answers but their is only one way I can think to get them.'

"Oh sweetie it's so nice that you wanted to come here to celebrate your sisters birthday!" My mom cheers as we pull into the parking lot of a Freddy Fazbear's place.

"Yeah super nice." I groan hopping out of the car.

'Find Michael, ask him how he knew where I lived and get the fuck out of here.' I tell myself repeatedly.

Once inside a rush of memories fill my head.

"I'm gonna go find us a table and some food you go have fun and play all those arcade games." My mom tells me kissing my cheek.

I nod my head and walk off to find Michael.

"I guess it's someone's birthday today."

I walked for a while until a little boy in a striped shirt runs up to me.

"Hello are you here for my party?" He asks me.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Evan Afton." He says smiling.

"Yes I am here for your birthday." I says smiling.

He nods his head and leads me to a table full of gifts.

"Mikey! Mikey! Look another kid came for my party!!" Evan cries running towards Michael.

He turns around and locks eyes with me.

I smirk and wave at him.

"Whatever runt. Why don't you go play some more games while me and him 'talk'." Michael says.

'I did not like the way he said talk.'

Evan nods and runs off.

Michael frowns at me and drags me into a bathroom stall.

"Why are you here?" He asks pinning me to the wall of the stall.

"My mom wanted to celebrate my sisters birthday here. Just a coincidence it's on the same day as your brothers." I say.

He lets out a loud sigh and leans in to my face.

"What do you want from me?" He asks.

"For you to answer some questions." I say.

He nods his head as if telling me to continue.

"How did you know where I lived?" I ask.

His face goes blank for a few minutes before he looks at me dumbfounded.

My dad keeps a list of all the people who come here to eat so I just checked his list." He says.

"Oh. Was it really that simple?" I ask.

He nods his head.

"Damn really had me thinking you were some sort of yandere." I chuckled under my breath.

We just kinda stood there for minute contemplating who should make the first move.

He slightly leans in and my eyes close.

He was about to get closer but then....

"MICHAEL!!!!!! OWENNNNN!!!!!" Two voices interrupted our moment kicking down the bathroom door.

Me and Michael start panicking knowing that if they caught us we would be in so much trouble.

Somehow in the midst of our panic the door unlocked and Michael leaned on it pulling me down with him.

So there we were, two male teenagers, panting, I was straddling Michael's lap, hair disheveled, and clothes ruffled up.

"I KNEW IT!!!! You didn't wanna come here for your sister you just wanted to be here so you could sneak off and be with this Michael boy!!!!!!!" My mom shouts while grabbing me by my ear.

"And you I thought I told you no shenanigans on your brothers birthday!!" Mr. Afton yells at Michael.

"It's your sons birthday?" My mom asks.

"Yeah." Mr. Afton says.

"Todays my daughters birthday as well." My mom says.

"I guess we can stay for the birthday party but then we'll never be back here again." My mom says directing the last bit at me.

"Thanks mom." I say snatching my ear from out of her demon time grip.

The two adults then walk out leaving me and Michael in the bathroom.

"So, me and my friends are gonna play a prank on my brother wanna join?" Michael asks.

"No thanks though I will help myself to some of that pizza." I chuckle helping him up off the floor.

He then drags me out the bathroom and takes me to a table full of pizza.

"Eat up." He tells me before walking off to probably find his brother and friends.

A few moments later...

I had eaten a shit ton of pizza and was staring to get really bored so I set off to find my mom.

I walked around for some minutes when I walked passed a stage where everyone was.

I spotted my mom standing directly in front of the stage.

I walked over to her and was about to put my hand on her shoulder when I heard Michael's voice.

"You wanna give Freddy a big kiss don't you?" He asks as he and his friends pick his brother up.

"Mike put me down!!!" Evan cries.

"Not until you give Freddy a kiss." Michael laughs.

He then puts Evan in Freddy's mouth.

I then realize that this prank was going to far so I decided to step in.

I hop onto the stage and grab Evan by shoulders.

"Alright guys that was a real funny prank now let's get him out of there." I chuckle while pulling on Evan's shoulders.

I almost had his head out when...

Freddy's jaw clamped down on my arms and Evan's head.