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blametheeditor · 1 year

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A giant manhandling a tiny, like grip too tight and inspecting everything, and putting the tiny in their pant pocket. This would produce so much angst. Also being rolled under a shoe or something like that. For The Plot. Torture them For The Plot. Trust me For The Plot.

For The Plot

For The Plot, I want to sincerely apologize for how long this took for me to respond. I hope you enjoy it! I trusted you for the plot, and I really like the plot, and will definitely need to continue for the plot.

Seriously, thank you for this ask! I truly adored it, and I hope you have a wonderful rest of you day!

The Enigma Known As Scott

Rundown: To torture a Scott, he needs to be human, completely surrounded by giants. Worst part, he sounds like a mouse to them.

Warnings: Cursing, treating people as lesser than, dehumanization, talking over someone, mentions of death, mentions of killing, comprehending barrier

The Editor finally said it was my turn with the Writing Motivation

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Scott has always been an enigma to those who work under Fazbear Entertainment.

On one hand, his name is known by everyone, from the managers of each restaurant to the newly hired night guard. On the other hand, no one really knew who he was, the face and person behind the name.

Truthfully, it was for the best. If the night guard’s survived the night and realized he hadn’t perished like the recordings suggested, he wasn’t in danger of having someone give him a rightful punch in the face. Not to mention the tempers of a few of the restaurant managers making it clear he’s despised and they wouldn’t hesitate to make his life hell if they ever met. Especially considering he is the only human working for the company.

It hadn’t always been that way. Back when Afton and Henry had been partners, the company had been first established as a children’s restaurant for both giants and humans. As safely as you can when 5 year olds are capable of holding a full grown adult in a fist. But the animatronics had two stages built, a giant and human version they could transfer between to when the other wasn’t playing.

It was incredibly advanced technology. Meaning when Henry disappeared, Afton didn’t have the knowledge or patience to continue in the practice. And due to being a giant, the restaurants naturally shifted to giant-only locations.

Of course, that didn’t stop the sadistic man from keeping Scott as an employee. The human could no longer be a waiter like before, but he was well suited to relaying information Afton requested. The perfect errand-boy to continue with assisting on new-hires, reports, inspections, and stepping in when certain things weren’t being done correctly.

It was all strictly done over the phone, with inspections conducted in the few hours between everyone leaving after the restaurants were locked up and the night guard coming in for their shift.

He couldn’t do it any other way. Being the only human means every employee is capable of sweeping him up. Pocketing him. Rolling their eyes before not listening to a word he said just because he’s no more than three inches tall to them. It was a matter of keeping his sanity and life intact while working for a cruel man who will never let him quit other than through death.

Not to mention, he sounds like a squeaking mouse to every giant unless talking on the phone, or they wear a device that amplifies his voice. And unless they live or interact with a human daily, no giant in a giant-only location will have one.

And despite all of this, Afton still thinks he’s not tortured enough.

That’s how Scott finds himself hiding under the cashier counter at Freddy Fazbear’s during the restaurant's open hours. With tens of children screaming so loudly he can’t even hear the sound of his heart beating. Trembling from sheer terror because just as he feared, no one can understand him. And Afton lied about having the animatronics unlocked past 6am to help him get safely out of the restaurant.

He should have seen it coming. Should’ve known the bullshit excuse of needing to test the four original animatronic’s trigger for returning to the stage once the night shift ended was just to get him trapped. Should’ve known the comment of Vincent being out of commission was to warn him the purple man wouldn’t be around to help him.

It’s not like he could’ve said no. If he called the bluff, Afton would only smile and say it better be done.

...it’s not like he’s transversed through the giant restaurant before. Albeit without the numerous giants running around without looking down to make sure no one ends up underfoot, or the staff that shrieked and tried to stomp on him when he first attempted to greet them in the hopes Afton was in a ‘good mood’. But he’s done it. Knows where the hidden door his size sits. Can carefully make his way there before escaping in one piece.

He can do it.

Scott takes a deep breath. Flinches as someone steps only a few feet away, the shoe longer than he is tall. Scans the area after gaining the courage to lean out a few inches.

He pales at the sight before him. Of yards of open air between him, and the hallway that leads to his freedom, nothing but long tables meant for parties and giants sitting in every chair offering cover.

Scott looks at the doors that could fling him across the room when the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, his eyes immediately darting up.

Bright blue eyes stare at him with interest. Blue eyes Scott knows anywhere. Fear racing through him at the thought of Mike realizing there’s a human in the restaurant.

Out of the hundreds, possibly thousands of night guards that had been hired, Scott has only personally known a hand full. Mike Schmidt being one of them.

It’s hard not to. After surviving for two full months, that earns respect in his eyes. So did the fact he hadn’t been screamed at for misleading him about impending death. Cursed at, yes, but he learned quickly Mike cursed at everything. But the young man nearly gained enough trust for Scott to reveal he was human.

Almost. His terror for what the giant would do won out. And it only got worse once Mike became Mike and Jeremy. Followed by Eggs, and James. Caleb, Fritz. There were too many giants who could spread the information from outside the group of those who got phone calls strictly to ensure they were alive. And once David was added, he knew he could never tell the owner of Fazbear Entertainment or else never get another report sent to him or a single call answered again.

The thing is, while he has nightly calls with Mike and those who have earned the giant’s loyalty, Mike has never seen him. And he knows better than to hope the guard wears the device to turn his squeaking into the familiar voice over the phone.

Scott jerks away from the edge, darting into the darkness in the hopes Mike will shrug off spotting a human like he does with almost everything else. Prays that working in place with the sick day guard’s shift is more important than investigating.

For good measure he moves to the other side of the counter. Winces at the realization his only path is the one with the most movement and least amount of cover. But it’s not like he can wait until the restaurant closes. He missed his chance trying to get to the hallway before the day shift arrived by trusting Afton of all people.

Scott takes another deep breath, attempting to calm his trembling as he aims himself toward the wall. Because at least there he’s almost guaranteed safety from shoes. Less so from being spotted.

God, don’t let me die.

He ducks under the counter before starting his sprint.

Only to scream in fear as a shoe lands directly in front of him.

“No, no, no!”

Scott attempts to scramble away, back to the safety of the counter, only to trip over his feet as he falls to the ground.

Before he can even think, there’s warmth surrounding him. Warmth he is all too familiar with. And then fingers finally appear in his vision.

“NO-!”

His scream is cut off as a hand grabs him before he’s squeezed. It doesn’t loosen as he’s being lifted. And any struggle only has the grip get even tighter he can barely breathe.

Suddenly, the hand frees him, and he tumbles into near pitch black darkness as his scream finally finishes.

Scott gasps for air as he attempts to see where he is, yelping when everything moves, jolting with what seems to be a giant stepping. A lot more pronounced than when he’s sitting in the chest pocket of Vincent’s uniform. And yet he can’t help but feel like he is in one as he realizes he’s surrounded by fabric.

There’s a few more steps until everything stops. Scott quickly attempts to stand up, find a way out. Yells as a hand suddenly invades his space.

“No, let me go, let me go!”

He kicks at the fingers as they attempt to curl around him. Shoves at the digits in a futile attempt to keep them from grabbing him, not wanting to be squeezed more than his ribs can take.

Of course, the hand wins, a finger stroking his back, oblivious to his frantic want to get out where is he!

...those are children screaming.

Scott nearly stops breathing when he realizes he’s still in the restaurant. The giant might’ve made it clear he better not fight, but he isn’t being taken away from Fazbear’s. Just being held captive in a pocket. A pant pocket of someone just...standing.

Against his better judgement, he carefully settles down. Terrified what might happen. Doesn’t know who holds him. But they didn’t stomp on or crush him, and they aren’t taking him home to be a pet...yet.

He doesn’t know how long the giant stands for. He hears a booming voice fairly close, and then the giant begins to walk, this time the hand closing around him the moment he started to fight with the assumption now is when his fate will be determined.

“We’re alone now, fucker.”

Scott jolts as the voice rumbles through the air, a voice he recognizes. The voice that says Mike decided to investigate. Trembles with the uncertainty if it would be better or worse to have that giant being the one holding him.

Nothing happens. Not even a finger nudging him or the hand closing in a warning he better respond.

“M-Mike?” he begins, shoving at the nearest digit. The hand moves at that, curling around him before he’s lifted out, ducking away from the blinding light until he’s greeted with a familiar smirk.

“You okay, asshole?”

Scott stares. Because Mike can’t recognize him. Meaning he’s only a stranger to the giant, and so he will be treated as a random human that was found. And yet he doesn’t know how Mike reacts to humans.

Will he be let go? Will he be put into a cage? Will they ever figure out it’s him?

The worse part is he wants to trust the giant before him. He knows Scott can trust Mike. As long as Mike knows it’s Scott.

“Can you put, uh, m-me down?” Scott attempts, pointing toward the-

The human goes deathly still as fingers suddenly pinch the arm, unable to move, unable to breathe.

“Your arm’s fucked up?”

Scott can only watch as catastrophic digits capable of snapping his arm gently check for injuries. And then the other one is checked just as carefully.

“Anything else?”

The giant can’t understand him. And as eerie as it is being watched by eyes as big as his head, he’s being listened to for the most part. Meaning a dramatic and slow head shake should get him to what he wants.

“Good,” Mike grins. “So do all goddamn humans squeak like the fucking Jerber?”

At least they’re getting somewhere, and Scott feels better about humans who are strangers not becoming pets by this particular giant. Though it’s safe to assume Mike has never interacted with a human based on that answer.

Scott hesitates before nodding to earn a thoughtful look.

“Shit, maybe he can understand you. Want to fucking meet him?”

Scott finds himself nodding because he doesn’t think leaving Mike’s side would be the best idea. He was grabbed and squeezed before being put into a pant pocket, but the giant clearly has no malice. And if he stays with the guard, Vincent will have an easier time finding him.

Despite the fear this could go from bad to worse on how Jeremy reacts, Scott can’t help kicking when it seems like he’s about to be put back in the suffocating pocket. At least this giant doesn’t get upset and instead looks at him for an answer.

“Chest pocket!”

His pointing manages to convey the preferred method of transportation, even if Mike accidentally drops him a little too high into the hammock of fabric. The point is he was listened to, making the walk much more enjoyable.

Scott curls into a ball as he finally allows everything to catch up to him. Including the fact he agreed to have a second giant interact with him. About if he wants to try and let them know the lost human is the Scott on the phone.

He’s safe with Mike if this scenario ever happens again without the revelation. But what if Jeremy won’t let him leave in the fear he’ll get hurt? And what if he tells them and it spreads through the entire group?

“Jerber!”

Scott blinks at the realization they’re already at Mike and Jeremy’s apartment, the trembles coming back. Looking up in the hope he can plead to stay in the pocket when the sight of a hand reaching for him cuts it off, replaced with a yell as he’s scooped up effortlessly.

He doesn’t have time to orient himself before a finger is ruffling his hair. That earns a hand whacking the intrusion away as he growls. “Michael!”

“Sorry, asshole move,” the giant concedes. Which only settles Scott’s nerves slightly, unable to help the fact he feels like a pet to the guard.

“M-Mike!” has Scott whirling around at the greeting. Staring at Jeremy walking closer before the curly haired guard perks up at the sight of a human in Mike’s hand. “W-W-Where did you find a-a human?”

“Bastard was at the restaurant.”

“Can I h-h-h-hold him?”

Scott shakes his head. Backs away from the cupped hands waiting patiently for him to be transferred into. “Wait!”

He didn’t expect Mike to listen, nor for Jeremy to immediately become concerned. “A-Are they okay?”

Jeremy can’t understand him either. No one they talk to will. As kind as they are, he can’t explain he’s Scott who needs to get back home, or at the very least back to Afton. Because there’s no reason for giants living in a giant-only section to interact with humans.

“You okay, asshole?” Mike asks. Knowing he’ll only get squeaks, which makes this so much better yet so much worse.

Even if he wanted to, he can’t even say he’s Scott because-

...because they’re not talking on the phone.

Scott waves his arms in a big wait motion before pulling out his phone. Pissed with himself for not thinking about that earlier.

Tenses as Jeremy jumps when his phone rings before answering it. “Sc-Scott?”

“Jeremy, I’m the human Mike’s holding.”

The squeak that made Mike believe that Jeremy could understand him emits as the young giant stares at him in shock. “Scott?”

“Phone Guy?”

Scott yells as the hand suddenly turns against him, terror flooding as fingers curl around him before he’s lifted in front of Mike’s face.

“Asshole, why didn’t you fucking tell me? Are you okay? Did I goddamn hurt you?”

“Y-You know you can’t h-h-hide i-injuries from Mike,” Jeremy pipes up after he doesn’t respond for too long. Too afraid if Mike is truly upset with him for not saying he was human.

“I-I’m fine,” Scott finally murmurs. Jumps when he hears his own voice ring as loudly as a giant’s from the phone changed to speaker.

“Have other giant assholes fucked with you?” Mike asks. The human finds himself unable to respond as he’s carried into the kitchen, breathing in relief as he’s finally allowed to climb onto solid ground.

He stumbles as both Mike and Jeremy sit down at the table, fingers catching him to find Jeremy watching him with worry. “Are y-you hurt?”

Scott slowly backs away from Jeremy’s hand before hesitating. “No. Are...are really you upset I didn’t tell you I was human?”

“No, bastard,” Mike immediately responds. “I’m pissed I grabbed your ass and you didn’t say you were goddamn Phone Guy.”

Jeremy laughs. “H-He couldn’t squeak Ph-Phone G-G-Guy.”

“Like fuck he couldn’t,” Mike defends. “I’m fluent in shitty squeaks.”

“Could’ve fooled me, Michael,” Scott can’t help smiling as he’s gifted with a smirk. It turns into a shout as he whacks at the finger poking his side. “Stop that!”

“If you promise you’re goddamn okay.”

“I’m fine,” Scott scowls. “I’ve been grabbed harsher.”

“Th-Th-That won’t happen anymore,” Jeremy proclaims. Something that should make Scott worried they won’t let him out of their sight.

Mike nods, and he doesn’t know if he can breathe. “I’m sorry for the shitty grab, but we won’t goddamn do it again unless you say okay. Not even Douche Bag will touch you.”

And that’s when Scott realizes he should’ve told them a long time ago. The promise at least one giant at every location will be there for him if Vincent isn’t lurking in his shadow.

“...can we hold off on telling Eggs and David?”

“M-M-Maybe we never d-do,” Jeremy suggests, wincing at the realization Scott is handheld to all of them.

“They pull shit on you, I’m fucking stepping on them.”

“Until then, you’re getting earpieces so I don’t have to call you to talk.”

Scott freezes when the last of his sentence doesn’t make the air rumble, looking up at Jeremy in confusion before the giant’s phone is looked at the same time the human spots the ‘disconnected’ words on the screen.

“S-Sugar, it died.”

“Fuck.”

“Jerber’ll charge it,” Mike waves, smirking down at Scott as the younger goes to plug in his phone. “Wanna help cook lunch, Phone Guy?”

“No,” the human begins, glancing toward the rest of the kitchen with silverware he could sit in. “Sounds like disaster waitING-!”

Scott yells as he’s swept into a hand. The hand of a certain guard who looks more than happy to have his mentor so easily grabbable.

“That was a fucking ‘yes’ squeak.”

“Michael!”

“Uh, M-Mike?” Jeremy quickly intervenes, Scott well aware his dramatic squirming that’s more based on principle rather than true anger is being watched with concern. “You shouldn’t h-hold him wh-wh-while y-you cook.”

Mike hums in thought. “Counter or Jerber, Phone Guy?”

Scott huffs. Points toward Jeremy. Admits he doesn’t mind sitting in the stuttering kid’s cupped hands and far away from the counter being piled with utensils and food.

“I-I-I can put you o-on the table,” Jeremy murmurs. Beams as the human makes a point to relax completely to state he prefers the giant’s warmth.

He’ll worry about Afton’s wrath not getting back to his office until tonight later. And hopefully the day when Eggs gets his hands on him, or David getting the opportunity to stomp on him is far away.

For now, he couldn’t ask for better giants.

“Can Phone Guy be put in the fucking sauce?"

“No!”

#answer #FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Again I am so sorry for how long this took #I hope you enjoy it because it was an amazing plot #and I do want to possibly through David and Eggs at it because we enjoy torture for the plot (^^)#I know this is also at a weird time!#But I was SO EXCITED to finally write something!#actually was so happy to get 3000 in about 3 hours #thank you again #hopefully writing motivation (and time) are back!#but ya'll have a wonderful day!#BTE writing #cw #content warning

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celestialvexation-arch · 11 months

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A little something I thought of

Mike stomped in to the job recruitment center looking for a certain man how dare this asshole not tell him about the alive animatronics there is absolutely no way he didn't know

Mike's blood was boiling it was one thing if he got hurt but now Abby is involved he would be damned if anything happened to her

He rushed passed the receptionist knowing his way to that bastards office the poor reception lady rushing after Mike repeatedly calling after him

Mike didn't bother knocking he quickly barged in exclaiming loudly

"You didn't tell me they where alive!"

The receptionist finally caught up with Mike as she stepped beside him

"I'm so sorry I tried to stop him but-"

William never looking at Mike or the other person gently placed the stack of papers down on his desk giving them both his trademark smile waving the receptionist away

"It's fine I'm whatever it is was very... important please leave us"

The receptionist nodded giving Mike a nasty glare yet Mike was all too familiar with those looks so it didn't bother him as much as soon as the woman left Mike stomped over to William

"You knew didn't you!"

Mike hissed at the other male as William bobbed his head side to side

"In a way yes"

Mike let out a frustrated sigh placing his hands on his hips he turned away from the man before looking back at him with a fire in his eyes

"So what the last guy died?! So where you just hoping I would too?! All of this isn't worth it I'm not... equipped to handle all of this shit... I-I quit"

He turned away from William running his hands through his hair he didn't seem to notice William standing from his chair Slowly stepping closer to Mike

"Now let's not make an rash decisions you might regret later on"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Still unaware of just how close William was Mike started at the carpeted ground as he hopped from foot to foot biting his nails

"It's like what I said in the beginning no other place will hire you not only do you have a criminal record but you can't keep a job for more then 2 weeks no one will hire someone with that type of track record"

Mike Finally turned to look at William only noticing how close the other has gotten and how tall he was he could easily overpowered Mike if so wishes

"W-what do I do then?"

William stared down at those big brown eyes the smile never leaving his face

"You will stay at Freddy's and continue living your life... do I make myself clear"

Mike looking away for a moment only for his face to be grabbed by William forcing there eyes to meet once again

"Answer me boy"

A chill ran down Mike's spine it felt as though the whole room went cold

"yes sir"

Williams thumb lightly grazed Mike's lips he hummed in contemptment

"Good boy"

Mike wanted to run all the anger he had vanished as soon as he saw that look of malice and hunger in Williams eyes he tried to step back but William had a firm grip squeezing his arm every so tightly

"Michael"

Mike looked at william once again only to be met with a kiss

Taken aback Mike attempted to push William away shoving and hitting but nothing worked all it did was cause William to slam Mike against a wall and Williams tongue was being shoved down his throat

Mike tried to fight back yet again the sensation of a warm hand stroking his cock made him let out a gasp his body switched not used to being touched like this

He hated the noise he made as the stroking moved in quick motion

William pulled his hands away letting Mike to breath and try to piece together what the hell is happening but sadly it is short lived as his pants are being forcibly pulled down only one of his leg managed to get out of his pants and boxers hell he isn't even sure when William pulled his own pants down but the next thing he knows is William lifting him up against the wall and his cock being shoved so deep inside him it caused him to see stars for a moment Mike attempted to arch his back away from William but William kept him in place repeatedly shoving his cock inside Mike

Mike let out a cry of slight pain but the hand on his throat kept him from making any more noise William leaned down in to Mike's ear and harshly whispered

"Let this be the last time you barged in my office again"

All Mike could do was nod as his eyes closed shut but William wasn't done

"You like my cock inside you don't you you love how it feel deep inside you want me to come inside you don't you Mikey boy"

Mike couldn't speak as he felt his own orgasm getting closer yet William was relentless

"Answer my question Michael"

Hitting his peak Mike blurred out

"Yes yes God yes"

Mike let out a groan as he cummed yet also feeling Williams own warm seed deep inside him

At the moment Mike didn't care William carried Mike to his desk and gently layed Mike down as Mike was dozing in a out the last thing he heard was

"Don't worry Michael I'll take good care of you"

i am NORMAL about this. i am HAPPY with this :3333

#Anonymous #fnaf movie willmike #nsft #HOLY FUCK.....I AM EATING THIS #TAKING IT PIECE BY PIECE

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hideawaysplace · 11 months

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So you're rewriting Dittophobia? How’s that going? Can we get a sneak peek maybe?

“M.X.E.S.” Freddy called to the virtual entity, “Tell me all public information about Rory Hall’s disappearance.”

M.X.E.S’s icon appeared in his vision, “Information required? You know you can ask me to hack the police database, I can do that for you.”

“Uh, that feels illegal,” Freddy responded.

“Well no one has to know.”

If he wasn’t already aware that it was programmed by Nightmarionne and Vanessa, he would know at that moment.

“Alright, tell me everything,” Freddy reluctantly agreed, realizing this was serious and he needed all the information he could get.

“Information found: Rory Derek Halls disappeared ten years ago, age seven, according to interviews from parents: Leroy and Angelina Halls, Rory disappeared from his bedroom, no sign of break-in, all windows and doors were locked. Kid was snatched from bed, searches have gone on for years, the official police search was called off after two months, assuming Rory was kidnapped or dead, several private detectives have been hired to search around with no trance, most infamously Detective Douglas who was fired by the police department for illegal conduct including obtaining false confessions. Rory’s disappearance is this place’s most infamous, as Rory just seemed to stop existing one day. Some strange theories do exist, like the parents covered up his murder, however the police have no evidence to suggest such foul play. If we’re thinking of Afton, it’s possible his remnant or agony is being harvested for nefarious purposes.”

“Poor boy,” Freddy spoke in a hushed voice, “I just want to find him now and hold him close- he must be so alone and afraid!”

“We’re leaving soon,” Nightmarionne entered the room.

“I hope we can find Rory before it’s too late.”

“Yes, we have to, which is why we need to leave now, truck’s waiting for us.”

“Oh! They are waiting for us?”

“Yes, Monty’s getting impatient.”

“HEY FAZFUCK HURRY YOUR ASS UP! I DON’T WANT TO BE WITHOUT MY SHADES ANY LONGER THAN I HAVE TO BE!!”

#Hide's Asks #Tales from the Pizzaplex #FNAF Writing #FNAF Dittophobia #Glamrock Freddy #M.X.E.S.#Nightmarionne #Anons

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mountttmase · 18 days

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HIYA I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE🤭🤭🤭🤭

It had been a long time since Mason had a photoshoot like this and to say he was feeling a little awkward about it would be an understatement. Especially now you were watching. THE BOY IS EMBARRASSED🤭

You got that being the newest recruit meant you would have to do certain jobs until you’d earned the right to do what you’d been hired for but it had been three months now and you still felt like the office newbie. OH MY POOR GIRLIE😭

It was hard to book shoots or even work on other peoples when you weren’t published anywhere and you were finding it hard to build traction. All you needed was one little break, some good luck and you knew things would take off for you but since you weren't associated with anything to do with fashion in everyone else’s eyes, it was hard. WHY AREN’T THEY PUBLISHING MY GIRL’S NAME? MEAN PEOPLE

You’d seen the box on his desk, a big REMEMBER FOR WEDNESDAY sign stuck to the top and after a sneaky peak you saw the watch in question. Thankfully the shoot wasn’t too far away and within half an hour you were walking into the shoot after stopping for a quick coffee as a treat for doing such a good deed. FREDDIE, THANK YOU FOR FORGETTING THINGS

‘Thank god, honestly the last thing I needed was a fuck up today so I owe you one, Kid’ he told you, and you fought back the roll of your eyes at his stupid nickname for you. Placing the box on the table so he could reassess what he had and you used that time to have another quick look around and see what was going on. KID, I LOVE IT

‘Alright I guess’ he shrugged and you raised your eyebrows in hopes he’d elaborate a bit. Working on a shoot like this was the ultimate dream for you so the fact it was only alright to him seemed strange and you knew something was wrong. ‘I don’t know, I feel like somethings missing and I’m not sure what. Would you take a look at the shots for me?’ OMG HE WANTS HER HELP, FREDDIE IS OUR MAN

‘Yes you, you wombat. You might be able to see things I can’t’ he told you before nodding over to where the shoot was taking place and your jaw almost dropped to the floor when you saw the first picture. How you hadn’t seen this man as soon as you walked in you’d never know but now you had you couldn’t stop looking. Your eyes flying from the screen to see him stood against the backdrop and his eyes met yours softly before he looked away with a timid smile. SHE IS ALREADY IN LOVE, BUT HOW AN WE BLAME HER

He was beautiful. HE REALLY IS BEAUTIFUL😩😩

You’d met Woody once at a work event and emailed him a few times since then. He worked for the same agency as you just down in London but you had no idea his best friend looked like a gift from god and you started the piece all the parts together as you watched Mason awkwardly stand there as his hair was being messed with for the next shots. WHAT CAN WE SAY, WOODY THANK YOU FOR EXISTING

THE FACT SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THE SHOOT NEEDED, A LITTLE GENIUS

‘Oh sure, do you want me to get everyone’s order?’ You asked. Slipping back into your assistant persona quickly but he was quick to shake his head at you.‘Nah, I’ll get one of the interns to go. Just tell me what you want’ he told you and you had to stop yourself from smiling. This was the first time someone had ever taken your order on a shoot and it felt like a big moment for you. HE IS GOING TO BRING HER COFFEE, I LOVE FREDDIE, HE IS GIVING HER SPACE TO SHOW HER WORTH

THEY ASKED FOR THE SAME COFFEEEEEEEEEEE🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Mase come here, I want you to meet y/n’ Freddie called, pulling on your arm to get you to turn around and once you had he was a lot closer than you first realised. ‘Nice to meet you’ you smiled, holding your hand out for Mason to shake but when he flashed you his pearly whites you suddenly didn’t feel as confident as you did a few seconds ago. You felt shy and intimidated by his looks which never usually happened but you could also see he was just a normal nice guy underneath all that and it settled you a little and his hand felt warm in yours as he shook it. ‘You too’ he replied quietly, his cheeks a healthy shade of pink now and you figured he was just a little shy when he couldn't keep up eye contact with you for very long before he was looking to Freddie for help. MUM AND DAD OFFICIALLY MEET EACH OTHER

‘Were going for dinner soon, you coming?’ Freddie asked as he brushed up beside you whilst you packed some things away but you just shrugged, not sure if he wanted you to say yes or no. YES SHE WANTS TO

‘You wouldn’t be, Mase actually asked if you were coming so consider yourself officially invited’ MASON TONY MOUNT WANTS YOU AT DINNER WITH HIM GO GIRL

‘You don’t mind me sitting here do you?’ You asked as you slid into the seat but he just shook his head as he subtly chewed on his bottom lip.‘Of course not. I saved that one especially for you so I can pick your brains a bit’ he winked. Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of him wanting to sit with you and it was almost as if you couldn't contain your surprise.‘Me?’ ‘Yeah, of course. You really made the difference today so I’ve got some questions for you… if that’s alright like you can tell me to shut up’‘No no, I’d love that. Hit me with it’ OMG HE SAVED HER A PLACE NEXT TO HIM AND WANTS TO TALK TO HERRRR🫠🫠🫠

Freddie took you home when it was time to leave and after a big hug goodbye from Mason, Freddie was giving you a look as he walked you to the tube. ‘What’s that look for?’ ‘No reason? You have a good night?’ ‘The best. Thank you so much for letting me stay like the whole days been amazing’ ‘Well it should be me that’s thanking you, you really saved me today’ he told you, flinging his arm around your shoulder but he really didn’t need to thank you at all. ‘I’ve always got your back bestie’ FREDDIE KNOWSSSS

HER STORIESSSS GIGGLING

EHEHEHHHE HE GREETS HER WITH A SMILE AND A HUG I AM GIGGLING

It was hard not to like him, he was gorgeous and funny and his smile made your heart race but the fact he was just a normal guy made you warm to him immediately and everytime he was around your eyes would constantly find his until you were both laughing every time it happened. The both of you never really knowing what you were laughing at and therefore unable to explain it to anyone else but just one look into his triple chocolate fudge brownie eyes made you giddy. OMG THEY ARE ALREADY EAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER

SHE WATCHES HIS VIDEOS, SHE IS ONE OF US

It was a few weeks later when you got to talk to him properly again. Walking into the office to see him sat in your seat next to Freddie’s desk and you felt happier immediately knowing you’d get to see him today. Wondering if you might get a bit longer to talk to him and from the cheeky smile he sent you, you figured he might be just as happy to see you. LOOK AT HER BEING ALL EXCITED TO SEE HIM

‘You’re in my seat, Mount’ you told him playfully, watching him look up at you in shock before the brightest smile you’d ever seen flashed across his face. ‘I’m just keeping it warm for you’ he winked, getting up as you approached but before you couldn’t do much else as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug causing you to laugh into his chest. THEY ARE CHEEKY

‘’I’ve got the first copy of his edition’ Freddie smiled, pulling the box apart to retrieve a few copies and it was like the excitement had slapped you across the face. OMG THE FIRST COPYYY

‘Oh be quite’ you huffed. Taking the copy he handed you and when Mason placed his hands on your shoulders from behind, you smiled up at him. The pair of you excited to see how it had all turned out and as soon as your eyes landed on the front cover they began to well up. THEY ARE ALREADY A MARRIED COUPLE, WHEN WILL THE FIRST KID ARRIVE?

‘Yeah I’m not bad am I’ you heard Mason murmur next to you causing you to giggle but you couldn’t disagree with him. He looked gorgeous. CHEEKY BOY

‘Wait what’s that?’ You mumbled. Your voice slightly shaken as you read over what you thought you’d seen and no matter how much you blinked it didn’t go away. ‘What’s what?’ Freddie asked and when you looked up to him he was looking back with a knowing smile. ‘Is that my name?’ You whispered, pointing down to where it was written in black and white and it was almost like you were in a dream. ‘Of course it is’ Freddie smiled, shrugging his shoulder like it was nothing but to you it meant everything. THERE’S HER NAME, AND I AM GETTING EMOTIONAL🥹🥹🥹🥹

‘I’ll set us up a meeting, yeah? I wanna get your input. I think you and me are gonna make a pretty good team’ THE BEST TEAM

Pulling away from you so you could wipe your eyes but you weren’t alone for too long. Mason wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind and settling his cheek on top of your head as you melted into him. HE HUGGED HER TO COMFORT HER OMG

‘Just you and me then?’ He questioned. Looking down at you before moving you to the side and even though you wanted to shout yes you also didn’t want to come across as too eager. ‘Come on, let me buy you dinner for making me look so good’ he asked and you couldn’t help but giggle. THEY ARE GOING OUT TOGETHER, JUST THE TWO OF THEMMMMM HELPPP

It was at times like this you were grateful you kept a little makeup bag at work. Slipping off to the toilets so you could spruce yourself up a bit before Mason came to get you and thankfully he came right back into your office to escort you back down to his car. Freddie waving you off like a proud parent but you just rolled your eyes at him. THE FACT HE WENT TO “PICK HER UP” IN HER OFFICE AND DIDN’T JUST WAIT OUTSIDE, AND FREDDIE BEING OUT SHIP CAPTAIN

The conversation flowed easily and he grew with confidence as the time passed. Making silly jokes that had you laughing more than you had in a while and it was so nice to see him come out of his shell a little bit and be the cheeky boy you’d come to know from videos online. LOOK AT THEMM

‘Not really, I’m trying to book myself onto some jobs and make some connections so I’m hoping that will be a little easier now’ you told him, watching him nod understandingly as you wracked your brain to think of something else that didn’t make you sound so boring. ‘Oh I’ve got a work trip coming up with some of the guys too in a couple of months but I think it’s just an excuse for a holiday in all honesty’

THIS WILL BE THE WORK TRIP

‘Woodys going, he extended the invite actually since I know most of you lot going but I wasn’t sure since he’s taking his girlfriend’ he huffed, rolling his eyes like he was annoyed his best friend had been stolen from him. ‘I didn’t wanna be the third wheel but now I know you’ll be there I may reconsider’ he winked ‘Unless you’ve got a boyfriend you’re taking… or girlfriend you know, whatever floats your boat’ EHEHHEEH YOU MIGHT BE HER BOYFRIEND TO TAKE MOUNT🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

‘No I don't have a boyfriend to take… or a girlfriend’ you laughed. ‘I’m not even sure I want to go, the other two girls are like thing one and two so I know I’ll be on my own and Freddie’s taking his girlfriend so he’s not gonna be around much on the off days’ ‘All the more reasons for me to come then’ he winked and you couldn’t deny the idea excited you. ‘Mason you’ve known me three weeks’ ‘Exactly so I’ve still got so much to learn and what an amazing time to do it’ he laughed, but you noticed after his face fell a little bit. ‘If you don’t want me to I won't come’ HE IS IN LOVE ALREADY AND WANTS TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER

‘I suppose it’ll be nice to have someone to sit with at dinner’ you mused, watching his face light up knowing you wanted him there and wouldn’t turn him away. ‘So you’ll let me come?’ He asked quietly. ‘It’s not my decision’ you laughed ‘But if it was then yes I’d let you’‘Consider me there then’ he laughed before changing the subject. Gushing about how well you’d done at the shoot and how he loved all the changes you’d made. Asking if maybe the pair of you could work on some things together that Freddie couldn’t fit in and the thought of getting to dress Mason excited you more than you thought it should. THE BABIES ARE GOING ON HOLIDAY TOGETHER

SHE KISSED HIS CHEEK AND HE GOT ALL FLUSTERED🤭

A knock on your door a few moments after made you laugh as you knew it could only be him and when you opened the door back up to Mason standing there awkwardly as you sent him a bright smile. ‘You forget something?’‘Could I um… could I maybe get your number?’ He gulped ‘I was gonna ask Freddie for it but that felt a bit lame and intrusive’ LOOK AT HIMMM GO BOY, SO PROUD OF YOU

Once he was ready to go again It was his turn to kiss your cheek this time and you knew he was terrified. Bolting away as soon as his lips touched your skin and you stood there giggling as he practically ran away from you. EHEHEH HE KISSED HER CHEEK NOW

Having a crush on a footballer wasn’t something that was on your bingo card for this year but it seemed to have hit you like a truck. Every time his name popped up on your phone your chest felt warm and he made you laugh like no one else. Every picture that he sent you made your tummy flutter and you were certain you’d never seen a man as pretty as him before. SHE HAS A BIG FAT CRUSH

SHE IS SO CHEEKY IN THE MESSAGES, I LOVE IT

You knew Freddie was on his way over so you quickly locked your phone but because Mason never wanted to be the last one to send a text, his name was flashing up soon after he’d joined you and you knew his eyes had caught his name immediately. THIS THING IS SO CUTE

‘Since I can see two people who are clearly crazy about each other. Why don’t you take the plunge and tell him, I’ve never known you to not speak your mind’ he told you and his words hit home. Why hadn’t you said anything to him? FREDDIE GO TELL HER

‘Look if you don't want to then I won’t push you but he fancies the pants off you’ he shrugged, looking at whatever was in his hands so you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not but when he eventually looked over at your confused face he gave you a reassuring smile. ‘Its true, told me himself that first day you met when you went back to the office before dinner. Why do you think I saved you that seat?’ HE TOLD FREDDIE HE LIKES HER THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER???? OMG

‘They won’t be. I’m not saying you’ve got to marry him but just go on a few dates or something. Get to know him properly. He’s a good guy y/n, and you’d be good for him’ he smiled. OH, SHE WILL MARRY HIM, I AM SURE

THEY HAD THEIR FIRST DINNER DATE🥳🥳🥳🥳

‘Would you like to come in?’ You asked him as he parked up in his usual spot. Your voice full of nerves as you were unsure but he just nodded and smiled before unclipping his seat belt and the nerves hit you in full force as you walked him into your building and up to your flat. ‘Sorry it’s tiny here’ you laughed. Suddenly embarrassed by having him in your space knowing what he probably at home but he just smiled and pulled you into his arms. SHE INVITED HIM AT HERS, SHE REALLY TRUSTS HIM

‘Waters fine’ he nodded but once you’d returned to him and sat down he was still looking at you with a cheeky smile. ‘What are you doing all the way over there? You’re too far away’ he laughed, holding his hand out for you so you could sit next to him and you let him drag you along the sofa until you were giggling like school kids. HE WANTS HER NEAR NEAR

‘Mason? What would you do if I told you I liked you. Like like liked you’ you asked him, your voice steady as you looked right at him but as soon as the words left your lips he was looking in his lap with a smile and bright red cheeks ‘I’d tell you I like liked you too’ he replied quietly. A sense of relief washing over you and it was also as if you couldn't believe it. THEY LIKE LIKED EACH OTHER, PERFECT

‘I can tell it’s coming from the tone of your voice. ‘I really like you but, you’re a great person but’. Come on then, what’s the but? Break my heart, let’s get it over with’ NAH, SHE WON’T BREAK YOUR HEART MOUNT

‘I like you, but I have rules’ you confirmed and you watched his face change immediately. SHE HAS RULES, WINTER SUN Y/N IS THIS YOU?😂

‘Well that’s definitely not what I see you as’ he told you quietly, his face as red as a tomato at the mention of sex and you found his slightly awkward demeanour endearing. ‘I like hanging out with you, and I want to see where things take us’ he told you, but you could tell he was finding it hard to admit his feelings. Thinking maybe it was best you took the lead and laid your cards out on the table for him to follow. HE IS A CUTIE

‘Perfect. Okay rule number two: I also like to keep my business private, you know? That doesn't mean we need to be secretive about whatever might be happening but I just want it kept between us. If I’m in a relationship with someone I want it to be with them and keep it for us rather than share it with everyone. Does that sound okay?’ ‘Sounds like music to my ears’ he laughed before taking your hand and pulling you in further to his side. ‘Look I like you okay? I really like you and I’m happy to go with the flow and see where things take us. I’m good at going at whatever pace you want. No pressure or anything, okay?’ THEY ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER

‘But not too busy for me?’‘Of course not’ you whispered. ‘Look I’m sorry for all the questions I just like to know where I stand’ NEVER TOO BUSY FOR YOU

‘Well I’m big on communication’ you winked as you grabbed the zip of his jacket to play with and the smile he sent you made your tummy flutter. AND WE LOVE THIS

‘It’s true. Thought it as soon as I saw you. You never saw them but there’s a few shots of me I made then delete from when you first walked in and I was stiff as fuck’ he laughed and even though you knew he didn’t mean it in that way you still looked up at him with a brow raised in disgust. OMG LOOK AT HIMMM

‘When the time is right and you wanna make things official, like if we get there, please can you let me ask you? Like just give me a sign and I’ll make it special for us’ HE WANTS TO AS HER TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND PROPERLY OMG

‘What sort of sign?’ you giggled, your cheeks turning red at the thought of him wanting to be official with you at some point but he just shrugged his shoulders. ‘I don’t know, poke me in the ribs or something?’ HE IS SILLY

You directed his movements and brought him down for your first kiss. Lips, soft and warm, slotting against each others like you’d kissed a million times before as you pressed your body against his even more. Mason's heart thrumming against your hand that was positioned on his chest and it almost matched your own heartbeat that was pounding in your ears. OMG SHE WANTED AND GOT HER FIRST KISS WITH HIM, GIGGLING, MISS I HAVE RULES JUST KISSED HIM🤭🙂‍↔️

‘Sorry’ he chuckled, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly. ‘I should get going’ ‘Okay’ you pouted. Knowing it was right for him to go but now you’d finally kissed him all you could think about was kissing him again. ‘Text me when you’re home please’ TEXT ME WHEN YOU’RE HOME IS THE MOST LOVELY THING TO SAY

You ended up at treetop mini golf. A place you’d been eying up to go to for ages and you wondered how he knew but in the end you realise it was just a coincidence. You were more than excited though and clearly he was using all his training from actual golf to help as he was winning by a mile. HE TOOK HER TO THE MINIGOLF SHE HAD WANTED TO GO FOR YEARS

‘Bend your knees a little bit, and arch your back slightly-‘ ‘Mason please, were in public’ you teased, and you knew he was embarrassed. Wrapping his arms around you tightly as he buried his head in your neck to stop the laughs but the pair of you were giggling like school children. ‘You’re killing me’ ‘Ahh, my plan is working’ you teased. Spinning in his arms so you could face him and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a quick kiss. The first one of the night and you could tell he’d been waiting a while for it as he kissed you with a smile and sighed into your mouth. THEY ARE SO CHEEKYYYY

I LOVE HOW SHE JUST POSTED HIM IN HER STORIES

It was your 5th date that fell a week before your trip. Mason had treated you to all sorts of adventures from axe throwing to a drive-in movie but today's outing was a little bit more laid back. Mason currently having Ace for a few days and you knew he needed lots of walks so you met him at the local park to grab a coffee and let Ace have a run around. OH DOG DATE, NOT FOR ME, SORRY MASON AHAAHHAHA

‘Listen I wanted to talk to you about something’ you told him, watching him raise his brow at you over his cup as he took a sip and you weren’t quite sure how he was going to take what you were about to say. ‘It's about the trip next week’ OH

‘No I want you there I promise’ you laughed, cutting him off as you could see he was about to spiral. ‘I was just wondering if we could maybe keep things on the down low a little while we’re there?’ You asked and you didn’t wait for a reaction before you began explaining yourself. ‘If it was a friends holiday then it would be different it’s just cause I’ll be there with people I work with and that doesn’t mean I want you to keep away from me, like we can still hang out just the two of us- I LOVE OF SHE JUST EXPLAINED WHAT SHE NEEDED TO FELL MORE COMFORTABLE

‘Hey it’s okay’ he laughed. Reaching down to pop a quick kiss on your forehead. ‘I get it, don’t worry AND HE OBVIOUSLY UNDERSTOOD

‘Come back to mine after? Just for a little bit’ he asked and the idea of being alone with him in his house excited you. Since you were taking things slowly you’d never been to his house but now seemed like a good time and you thought it was cute how he didn’t want to part from you. UUU SHE IS GOING AT HIS, YAYYY

‘If you’re not careful, I might just fall for you, Mount’ you told him quietly. Feeling more comfortable and content than you had in the longest time and the quiet rumble of his chest under your ear made you smile. I THINK YOU’VE ALREADY FALLEN FOR HIM

‘I could get used to this, you’re comfy’ you told him quietly and you knew he’d heard you but he was too shy to reply. Holding you tighter as you felt your body go heavy and let the sleep finally take you. SHE FEELS SAFE, I’LL MELT🙂‍↔️

You and Mason managed to take yourselves off away from everyone. Sitting on your own so you could talk quietly and get ready for the flight you knew Mason was a bit nervous for but the sudden sound of a boy shouting made the two of you snap your heads up. Mason's face turning sour instantly as the boy made his rounds to say hello to a few of the guys and it was then you noticed Mason shuffling uncomfortably in his seat. OMG HERE HE IS

‘Use to’ he shrugged but you didn’t have a chance to reply as Carl made his way over to the pair of you. His eyes flashing to Mason’s hand that was clasped around yours before he looked right at you and the sly smirk he sent your way made your skin crawl. OH POOR BOY🥺

‘Yeah really good thanks’ he nodded and before you knew it he was motioning towards you. ‘Who’s this pretty little thing?’ PRETTY LITTLE THING WHO???

‘Yeah even managed to make this one look good’ he laughed, motioning over to Mason. ‘I’ve tried a few times I know how hard it is’ he teased. Feeling Mason stiffening besides you as Carl tried to make a joke at his expense but you wouldn’t let that happen on your watch. THIS WAS MEAN

‘Oh really? I thought it was really easy’ you shrugged. Turning back to Mason who was giving you a shy smile and you could tell he was thankful for you sticking up for him a bit. ‘I won’t be a sec, I'm going to the loo’ you told him. Kissing his cheek quickly before standing up and you left without giving Carl and other glance. SHE DEFENDED HIMMM IMMEIATELY

‘Oh she’s not yours then? So I don’t mind if I have a crack?’ FUCK OFF

‘Gates ready!’ Freddie called and with one final wink at Mason, Carl was walking off to find the others leaving him standing there to stew. Wondering if he even wanted to go away with everyone now but once he saw you walking back towards him with that beautiful smile on your face he realised you were his reason to stay. SHE IS HIS REASON TO STAY, WATCH ME MELT

‘Mase, you ready?’ You asked, your voice laced with concern as you could see something had changed with him. SHE KNOWS SOMETHING IS WRONGG

‘I’m fine’ he breathed, his eyes scanning the room to see if anyone from your group was left and once he was satisfied it was just the two of you he pulled you in for a tight hug. ‘I know we said we’d keep things on the down low a bit but I just need a quick cuddle‘ OH BABY BOY🥺

‘Oh Mase’ you whispered, feeling the way he clung to you so tightly a little concerning and the thought of this being the last proper hug you might share for a while upset you and even though it was you who set the boundaries in the first place you were ready to tear them up for him. ‘I know it was my choice but we don’t have to keep things on the down low’ OMG SHE ALREADY CHANGED HER PLANS🤭🤭🤭

‘Hey gorgeous’ he smiled, opening the door and popping a kiss on your cheek but you were quick to reach up and kiss him properly, feeling him chuckle onto your lips and it was all worth it for the shy smile he gave you when you pulled apart. ‘Morning Mase’ CUTIES

‘Morning love birds, I saved you a spot’ LOVE BIRDSSS

‘Apparently they make room for you if your names Mason Mount’ you joked, looking behind to see him standing there awkwardly on the other side of the lounger as if he didn’t want to presume you’d sit next to him but after a subtle nod of your head his shoulders relaxed. I LOVE HOW HE ALWAYS WAITS FOR HER TO TELL HIM IT’S OKAY BEFORE DOING SOMETHING

‘You’re so fucking hot’ he breathed against your lips and his words excited you as he squeezed your sides. His potty mouth making you giggle but you were glad you had saved yourself from showing him your body until now just for this reaction. ‘You’re making this impossible for me’ LOOK AT HIM

‘I did, just not on my back my arms don’t reach’ he joked, giggles falling from both your lips at the thought of him trying to do it. OH SHE CAN PUT IT ON FOR YOU🙂‍↔️

There were pictures of Mason's body online that you’d seen recently and you thought he might be in pretty good shape but it was nothing compared to the actual thing. His chest and tummy covered with a light smattering of hair that was driving you insane but his defined abs and strong arms were more sexy to you than anything else until he turned around to flash you his back dimples. BACK DIMPLESSSS

‘Can I kiss you?’ ‘You don’t have to ask’CUTIES

You were so calm and tranquil in Masons arms that the sound of someone shouting made you jump. You could feel Mason had tensed too and when you both looked over to the source of the noise Mason didn’t relax at all. If anything he clung to you tighter as Carl and his little gaggle of girls made their way over to sit with Freddie and it was like Mason's demeanour switched before your eyes. CARL AGAIN

You were both soon out. Sitting back next to Freddie but the opposite side of Carl and you noticed how even after he was dry he still had his towel around his shoulders. You didn’t say anything at first but after you’d reapplied your sunscreen you figured he might want some more too however he was still wrapped up. OH MY BABY IS INSECURE CAUSE OF STUPID CALR???

‘No it’s okay. I’m just thinking about you, you know? The last thing you want is a T-shirt tan’ you winked and the small laugh that fell from his lips made you feel accomplished. SHE IS SILLY

‘Would you like an ice-cream?’ You asked him as you pulled away, his face turning into one of confused amusement before he let out a little laugh. ‘It’s 11:30’ ‘Exactly, we need to start early to get in as many as we can’ you told him. ‘Come on we can go for a walk or something after I just need some peace’ you smiled at him, knowing he needed the same so you quickly popped on a coverup as he chucked his shirt back on before taking his hand and leading him away from everyone else. SHE IS SO RIGHT

‘Yeah not too bad from here either’ he said softly, looking back at you with literal heart eyes and when you winked back at him he just laughed. NAUGHTYYY

‘Cheeky’ you commented, nudging your shoulder with his. ‘We can stay away from everyone else today if you’d like’ ‘No don’t be silly. I mean I love it when it’s just us but you’re meant to be here with them’ ‘I’ve got the two days with them solidly Mase, I want to be with you’ SHE WANTS TO SPEND TIME ONLY WITH HIM

You kept it pg for the rest of the day though. Joining the others for lunch before you were back out by the pool and you watched Mason relax as he spent some time with Woody and Freddie until he came back to you for a nap. His head resting on you chest as your fingers brushed though his hair and you felt yourself falling for him even more with every passing second. OHHHH HE NAPPED WITH HIS HEAD ON HER CHEST🥹🥹🥹

‘Come stay in my room tonight?’ He asked after you’d all been to dinner that evening. The pair of you not wanting to part and when you raised your eyebrow at him cheekily his face flushed as he giggled. ‘Not like that. I’m just not ready to let you go yet. I thought I could get us another drink and we could hang out? I know we’ve not slept in the same bed before or whatever and we don't have to if you’re uncomfortable but- HE IS A CHEEKY SHY BOY

Mason treated you to a late breakfast again the next morning before you met everyone else at the entrance just before lunch. Your pinky firmly wrapped around his as you approached the others and you noticed Freddie’s eyes snap down to look at them before they were on you. Sending you a smile and a cheeky wink like he was happy for you and even though you rolled your eyes at him you couldn’t deny you were pretty happy yourself. THE PINKIES CONNECTED??🫠

Whilst you stood and reminisced in your own head as you waited for the last few people, Mason on the other hand had his eyes on someone else. Watching the way Carl drunk you in before his eyes landed on your conjoined fingers and the expression that took over his face was one that Mason had seen many times before. Almost watching Carl plot his evil scheme was making Mason uncomfortable to the point he started to pull away from you but you just assumed he wanted to hold your hand properly so you threaded your fingers through his and pulled him along into the awaiting taxi. OH NO, CARL MOVE AWAY

NOT THEM NAPPING TOGETHER AGAIN

‘Mason!’ FREDDIEEE THIS WAS MEAN

‘I best not, I’ll get killed if I get another injury but you go yeah? I’ll watch you’ YEAH STAY SAFE BABY BOY

Carl was smiling at you as he waved you over to the one he was standing by before hopping aboard and patting the back of the seat for you to sit on. ‘Your chariot awaits. I hope you don’t mind but we’ve got to share’ he laughed. BLEAH

‘You tell me. He’s keeping things under wraps’ he shrugged and you felt the sense of unease spread over you further. ‘Look, all l I know is that if you were mine I would be all over you. He looks like he barely wants to hold you hand sometimes’ SHUT UP THANK YOU

‘Well I’m not yours so it doesn’t matter does it’ you hit back. Not liking how he was talking to you and the fact he seemed to be taking you further away from everyone made you want to scream in fear. I LOVE HER

Mason wasn't napping where you'd left him, in fact he was nowhere to be seen but as you made your way to the back of the boat you could see him leaning up against the side with a pensive look on his face. OH NO

'I was feeling a bit sea sick' he told you quietly and you noticed how he didn’t really want to look at you. MM, YEAH SICK

‘Don’t be, it’s my job to look after my man’ you joked. His eyes lighting up at the way you’d referred to him as such. ‘Shall we go back up? Or do you wanna stay down here? LOOK AFTER MY MANNN

CARL THANK YO FOR GOING, SO THEY WERE ABLE TO ENJOY THE SUNSET

‘Listen, I’m not sure what Masons said about me’ THERE HE IS, CAN HE GO AWAYYYY

‘Oh… I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable yesterday on the jet ski, I didn’t mean to. Mason and I like to tease each other a bit but I should have left you out of it’ he explained and whilst you appreciated his apology you still felt like something wasn’t right. I’M SURE MASON DOESN'T LIKE TO “TEASE EACH OTHER”

‘Right the agency wants some pictures for socials so just act natural okay?’ Freddie announced, whipping his phone out as you walked around the various stalls and exhibitions. Snapping your picture whenever he could however Carl was always jumping in to be involved and when you sat down for the first runway show he was right there next to you. I DON’T LIKE CARL AT ALL

A hand on your waist snapped you out of your thoughts and you recoiled away from Carl just like you’d been doing for the last few hours. You were sure why but he’d suddenly got it in his head that he was free to put his hands on you and whilst it started out as just gentle touches on your shoulder or elbow it had progressed quickly holding your waist or trying to pull you in for a cuddle. ‘Can you not, please Carl. I don’t like being touched’ ‘What? I’m just trying to be nice’ HE IS DISGUSTING

HE IS JEALOUS NOT BUSY Y/N

MEAN JEALOUS MASON, YOU HAVE TO ANSWER TO GIRLY

MM COLD COLD COL ANSWER, I DON'T APPROVE THIS BEHAVIOUR MOUNT

Your heart sunk further into your tummy at his message. You didn’t know if you were being extra sensitive or he was being incredibly short with you but his message didn’t feel as warm as they usually did and now you felt silly for telling him you missed him without him saying it back.

‘No I think I’ll just head back to my room’ you gulped. Watching Freddie’s face drop before he looked at you to ask if something was wrong but you just sent him a smile. ‘Its been a long day and I wanna be fresh for tomorrow’ OH, SH IS NOT GOING OUT EITHER NOW

Sleep didn’t come easy that night as you laid awake and thought about what had happened on the trip so far to make him be like this. Clearly there was some sort of issue with Carl but if he didn’t explain what it was then how were you supposed to help him? And everything seemed fine the previous night before you went to bed so what could you have done in a day that you hadn’t seen him for him to be so distant? OH POOR GIRLY, SHE IS OVERTHINKING NOW🤦🏻‍♀️

MASON…NOT MESSAGING HER ALL MORNING WAS VERY MEAN

‘Don’t be silly, I knew you’d love it. And when we get back I’ve got loads for us to work on’ he smiled. Wrapping and arm around your shoulder as you made your way back to the hotel and even though things with Mason seemed confusing and weird you knew everything you’d been working towards was finally happening for you and you couldn’t wait to get to work. FREDDIE IS SO LOVELY WITH HER

HE IS IGNORING HER??? MASON TONY MOUNT GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER🤨

You were sitting on your own away from everyone at the pool that afternoon when Mason turned up. You hadn’t meant to be but you were sat with Woody and Kaz and they had just hopped in the water and you thought Mason would be straight over to see you since it had been so long but again you were left disappointed.

You’d been away from him for just over a day and a half and all you wanted was to be next to him again so the fact he’d basically ignored you when this was your first chance to speak made your head spin. Were you being too much for him? Is that why he was pulling away from you? Or were you not giving him what he wanted quickly enough and he was getting bored of waiting for you? Did he not miss you like you’d missed him? OMG HE MADE HER SAD😑

You didn’t react to him, hearing him pick a towel up to dry his hair before he took a tentative seat next to you and when you didn’t move you felt him lay next to you but still kept his distance so you didn't touch at all. Your heart hammering as you became hyper aware of all his movements but you kept your eyes shut no matter how hard it was becoming. OH HE WENT TO SIT NEXT TO HER

You could feel him fiddling with the dangly bits on your bikini before his fingers grazed your thigh slightly and you froze. He didn’t stop though, trailing his fingers up and over your hip to your waist so he could pull you into his body and when your skin touched his you opened your eyes carefully. HE IS A BIT BIPOLAR

‘Go back to sleep, I’ll stay with you’ I’LL STAY WITH YOU, CUTIE

‘Trouble in paradise?’ You heard from behind you as you made your way to the door and you didn’t even need to turn to face them to know who it was. You’d been avoiding him like the plague since you told him off for touching you yesterday and you’d been waiting for him to start widning you up again. FUCK OFF

‘Cause I don’t fucking want you!’ you snapped. Turning to face him suddenly and you knew you’d caught him off guard. ‘Ever think of that?’ I SCREAMED GO GIRL

You wanted to talk to him before dinner so you could get to the crux of the issue, knowing that if you left things any longer than needed it could take a turn and it wasnt like he was mad at you. He just seemed sad almost, and distant and since you were ready earlier than planned you wondered if it was worth a shot to go and find him. THE FACT SHE KNOWS HE IS NOT MAD AT HER, CUTE

‘Thank you’ you smiled. Standing in front of his big mirror so he could zip you up and the feeling of his hand on your waist as his knuckles brushed your skin made your knees weak. Watching him in the mirror in front of you as he concentrated made your heart race and once he was done and you caught his eye in the mirror you knew you needed to step it up a notch. THIS WAS HOT

‘Mase, what’s wrong?’ You sighed. Pulling out of his grasp as his hands fell to his sides with a thud and you knew your question had shocked him. His eyes going wide as his face paled but you were determined to not let him brush this off as nothing. OKAY, IT’S TIME🤭

‘Hey, no. Don’t say that, I adore you’ he told you sincerely, cupping your jaw so you’d look at him but it didn’t explain why he’d been off with you. ‘I’m just a bit embarrassed I ADORE YOU, HE IS A CUTE BOY

‘Embarrassed? What of me?’ ‘No not you’ he laughed, looking at you with a heartfelt smile before his face dropped again. ‘Of me. I just got into my own head about something and I feel a little ridiculous’ ITS TIME TO TELL HER

‘Do you like him?’ HE WENT STRAIGHT INTO IT

‘Ive seen the way he looks at you and he was making you laugh in all those pictures your company posted on instagram like he was next you in every bloody one and then you were on that jet ski together before and I just…’‘Mase’ you smiled. Moving your hands to around his neck before bumping your nose against his to get him to look at you. ‘Are you jealous?’ YES HE IS

‘Tell your face that then’ you joked but you knew he needed a little reassurance. ‘For the record no, I don’t like him. If you’d have taken any notice of me you would have seen I’ve been nowhere near him when I don’t have to be. He’s an arrogant twat who doesn’t know when to keep his hands to himself’ ‘What?’ He snapped, pulling back to look at you with his hands gripping you your waist tighter and you could tell he was angry about what you’d said. THE FACT HE BECAME IMMEDIATELY DEFENSIVE

‘He’s just not my kind of people’ he shrugged, trying to brush past it again, but you gave him a firm look which made him roll his eyes with a sigh. ‘Oh fine, but I’m gonna sound insane. He’s always been Woodys mate but I’ve known who he is and he’s got this weird thing against me. Whatever I have he’s gotta have the same, and that includes girls. We’d go on nights out and I’d be talking to someone and then the next thing I know he’s wormed his way in. Even girls I’d been talking to for weeks he’d find a way to take from me somehow and I just got tired of him always butting in. I haven’t had to think about him in Manchester but seeing I’m him again just put me on edge’ STUPID CARL😒

‘Mason, you know I’m all about you, don’t you?’ You whispered. Watching his face soften as he gave you a lopsided smile and you knew all he needed right now was a bit of reassurance. ‘You don’t think i'd have kissed you in front of everyone, or slept in your bed the first night if I wasn’t nuts about you. I’m not that kinda girl’ THE REASSURING HE NEEDED

‘A little bit’ he whispered and your heart thumped at how vulnerable he was being with you. ‘I feel so dumb even admitting that but he’s done it to me before with girls I was just talking to, so the fact we’re more than that, I knew he’d jump in and do something stupid. It didn’t help that you’re not actually mine’ he muttered under his breath but you just about heard him. Tilting your head quizzically at him as he turned red in the face. ‘You know we’re not like… together officially or whatever. I wanted to ask you while we were away, you know? Make you my girl like I said I would’ EHEHEHHE HE WANTS TO MAKE HER OFFICIALLY IS

‘What are you scared of?’ You asked, laughing a little bit at how silly he was being but you were just hoping you were coming across not as nervous as you were feeling in this second. ‘You’ he laughed. ‘I really like you and I really think we could be something you know? I like us’ ‘I like us too’ you told him. Letting him take a deep breath to calm himself as you knew this was a lot for him. ‘Mase? If you did want to ask, the answer would be yes. I really like you too’ I LIKE YOU TWO TOO

‘I’ll think about it’ he laughed shyly before you lent in to kiss his cheek. ‘You haven’t poked me in the ribs yet so I wasn’t sure’ HE IS RIGHT

SHE IS ON A MISSION🤭🤭🤭

‘Claiming you. Buckle up cause this is nothing’ you winked. Kissing his lips softly again before taking your seat and staring down Carl in the process. I SCREAMED

‘I kind of have one already booked’ he told him, looking down at you with a wink and you knew he’d booked it for just the two of you. ‘I’ll see if I can get a few people added though’ IT HAD IT BOOKED FOR HERR

Then there was Mason. The beautiful boy that had slowly taken your heart and ran with it and you couldn’t believe you were finally at a place with him where things were getting serious. You’d stuck to your guns and made him wait until you were ready but the fact he’d waited around and was willing to work for you made your heart thump and as you looked up into his kind eyes you knew you’d managed to find something special with him. HE WAITED CAUSE HE LOVES YOU

‘Just me’ he whispered, his arm wrapping around further your waist so your back was to his chest but you knew you wanted more. Turning slightly in his hold to give him a quick kiss that he deepened instantly. A complete 180 to how he was acting with you a few hours before and you smiled at the realisation you were all fine again. HI BOY

‘Would you be my girlfriend?’ OMG PERFECT MOMENT TO ASK🥹🥹🥹🥹

‘Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?’ you asked shyly once you’d both gotten your breath back. Resting your hands on his chest as he fully enveloped you and the bashful look on his face made your heart flutter. UUUUUU

‘Well are you suggesting I need something to sleep in?’ You asked him cheekily and the deep blush that sprung up on his nose made you carry on. ‘Cause in my head, I didn’t see me, or you for that matter, wearing anything’ you whispered. Trying to be as sexy and sultry as you could and you saw Masons eyes darken immediately. NAUGHTYYYYY🤭

Simultaneously you both began to giggle. Thoughts of the night before flooding your mind of how you'd both finally got to explore the other like you'd been craving and it was like you could still feel his bruising grip on you hips as you rolled your body on top of his. Still felt his hand lightly gripping your throat as he slowly fucked you from behind with his body pressed against yours. His whimpers and whines ringing through your ears that had only aided in tipping you over the edge and for someone who could be so shy around you he was a dark horse when it came to pleasing you. LOOK AT THEM ALL HAPPYYY

‘Believe it buddy. No backing out now’ BUDDY

‘Yeah? I’d love to go to the beach’ you smiled. ‘You know, spend our first official day as a couple just the two of us’ YAYYYY

‘Do you think the others would mind?’‘I don’t really care if they do’ you laughed. ‘Let’s say we stayed here? We would have spent all day with just each other anyway we may as well just spend it away from here’ SHE JUST CARES ABOUT YOU

‘Not yet’ he whispered and you could see exactly why he wanted to stay here from one look in his dark eyes. ‘Please gorgeous, I won’t be able to think straight all day otherwise’ LOOK AT HIM, SO NEEDYYY

DAY OUTTTTT

OMG THEY WILL PLAY TENNISSS

‘Nope’ you winked. ‘But I picked up mini golf quickly, I’m sure you’ll be able to whip me into shape with tennis too’you laughed. Watching his eyes turn dark as he nibbled his lip but within a blink the look was gone, just a pinky blush over his cheeks and nose as he thought about that statement in a different context. ‘Why don’t we dry off, get some late lunch then head back and join them. Then I can get packed up early so I don’t have to worry about it later?’‘You’re staying with me again tonight right?’ He asked, a slight tinge of fear in his voice that maybe you couldn’t but you just smiled at him. WHAT A SILLY QUESTION MASON, OBVIOUSLY

He held your hand the whole time, not even wanting to put it down to eat as you both caught up on the few days you’d been apart. Mason eager to hear all about your event and Mason updated you on his training whilst showing you pictures of him playing tag and walking around in his little crop top that you enjoyed a lot, but your favourite thing was the beautiful smile on his face. HE IS SO TOUCHY🤭

‘All I’m saying is, I’d be careful with that one mate, she was all over me the other day when we were on that jet ski’ STOP SAYING YOUR SHITS😒

‘Oh was she yeah? See I seem to remember you being all over her, and she told me you wouldn’t leave her alone at the event so she’s not actually been around you since cause you made her uncomfortable? Pretty sure that’s what she told me’ Mason scowled and he watched Carl's face drop. GOOD BOY

You knew Manson would be able to handle things on his own but you didn’t want him to have to sit through this. Especially knowing everything you did now about Carl so without a second thought you made your way over to Mason before he could say anything else. Placing your hand on his shoulder before sitting yourself on his legs and smiling brightly at him. ‘You okay my love?’ GO AND DEFEND YOUR MAN

‘I don’t mean to be rude Carl but my boyfriend and I were hoping for a little bit of alone time’ you told him. Watching his lips purse at the words boyfriend but he recovered quickly and began to smirk at you in the cocky way he always did. MY BOYFRIEND AND I🤭

‘Shall we go back to the room then? We can start our evening early’ you winked at Mason, hoping it was obvious enough to them both as to what you were getting at and from Mason's red cheeks you could tell he’d understood. ‘Hope you and your right hand have a good night Carl’ SHE IS A BADDIE

‘Maybe a little bit’ you shrugged, letting him push you up against his door as you both giggled and when you reached around to stroke the back of his hair you felt his shoulders relax like usual. ‘I just want you to know you’ll never have to worry about him with me, okay? I’m all yours, Mount. Have been from the second I saw you strutting your stuff about in front of that camera’ I’M ALL YOURS, AND HE IS ALL YOURS

‘The truth hurts sometimes, what can I say’ you smiled. ‘How’s about you take me in your room and you can have any side of me you like’ NAUGHTY GIRL🤭🤭

LOZ??? OMG TOLD YOU THIS MIGHT AJVE BECOME MY FAVOURITE ONE AND YOU DIDNT FAIL

I JUST LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC

HIW TGEY IMMEDIATELY LOKED EACH OTHER, HOW SUPPORTIVE FREDDIE WAS, HOW SHY HE WAS WITH HER

I LOVED THE MOMENT AT HER APARTMENT, IT REMINDED ME OF WINTER SUN Y/N🤭🤭 AND I LOVWD HOW SHE JUST KISSED HIM AFTER TELLING HIM SHE WANTED TO GO SLOWLY

I LOVED THE MINI GOLF DATE, SO MASON CODED

CARL?? OMG, FELT ALL THE HATE YOU FEEL FOR THE PERSON WHO INSPIRED HIM😂 AND I HATED HIM JUST AS MUCH OF NOT MORE

I LOVED HOW GIRLY DIDNT LET HOM DO HIS DISGUSTING GAME THO

I DIDN'T LIKE HOW MASON BECAME BOPOLAR WOTH HER, SILLY BOY JUST HAD TO TELL HER🤦🏻‍♀️

BUT I LOVWD WHEN HE TOLD HER WHY HE WAS LIKE THIS AMD HOW SHE READSIRED HIM

THE DINNER AFTER THEY TALKED?? OMG, SHE WAS IN A MISSION 🤭

THE "WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?" IN FROMT OF THE SUNSET? WOW AND THEM GOING BACK AT HIS AND HER BEING ALL TEASY AND CHEEKY

THE DAY THEY SPENT TOGETHER WAS PERFECT TOO AND I LOVWD HOW SHE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING HE LIKED TOO, SO OFFERED TO GO AND PLAY TENNIS WITH THE OTHERS

THE MOMENT AT THW BAR WOTH CALR? I'D SAY HE PROBABLY UNDERSTOOD THAT HE IS MASON'S AND NOONE ELSE'S 🤭

IM SO HAPPY FOR ALL THE PICS AND TEXTS YOU PUT IN IT, CAUSE I KNOW IT WAS A BIT DONE FOR ME🫣😂 BUT GIRL SERIOUSLY WOW, THW HARD WORK YOU DID WITH THE MAGAZINE COVER AND WITH THE RESEARCH OF ALL THE PICS, THANK YOU FOR IT🩷

THIS HONESTLY IS BETTER THAN WJAT I WAS EXPECTING, SO THANK YOU FOR MAKIMG THAT LITTLE CONCEPT A WORK OF ART LIKE THIS

I FELT EVERYTHING THEY FELT AND I LOVED IT

YOU CAME BACK WITH A PROPER WORK OF ART, IM SO PROUD OF YOU, REALLY, YOU HONESTLY NEVWR FAIL TO AMAZE ME, WITH FICS, TEASERS, IDEAS, YOUR BRAIN IS A LITTLE GENIUS 🙂‍↔️

THANK YOU BESTIE, LOVE YOU, YOUR BRAIN, YOUR WRATING, EVERYTHING 🩷🩷🩷

THIS IS THE SWEETEST THANK YOU

This would honestly be nothing without you, and I’m glad you liked all the extra touches 🤭 I love fining all the pictures with you cause I feel like it makes it come life

Gonna read this over again cause I love it so much thank you so much bestie 🩷 ilyyyyyy

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policemanofprincesspark · 8 months

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Please god tell me your blog is satire. You can't possibly, honestly, truly think a company would go so far as to literally make a baby just to pretend two of their clients aren't dating.

I'm a Larry shipper, but you know bisexual people exist, right? Hook ups and flings and broken condoms and drunk mistakes all happen. If Louis has a kid, has an honest to god son, that doesn't in any way ruin Larry, Louis or Harry.

"Why has nobody considered that they hired a sperm donor to make a baby that looks like Louis."

Because that is literally fucking insane and so wildly unethical. Louis having a son was handled so poorly, I honestly agree. Weirdly photoshopped pictures, alternating between wanting to push the narrative of Louis being a doting father and trying to bury Freddie's existence, whatever.

But the 1D decoys were literally because the boys were being mobbed the moment they stepped outside of a building. Fans broke into buildings to get at them. Fans hacked security cameras to get at them. They had to hide in decoy vehicles and supply boxes. Decoys are still nothing new or outdated today; multiple celebrities have admitted to hiring them in order to be able to travel in peace.

Honestly, I hope one day you show Louis all the absolutely batshit disgusting crap you're posting and he smacks you into place. Suggesting this movie-esque conspiracy where a company is so anti-gay they literally hired someone to make a living, breathing child just to pretend someone is straight?

Get fucked.

I contemplated answering this ask because it's so hostile and rude, but here goes nothing.

1. These things do happen, and here is the evidence:

If you believe Larry is real and that Louis's and Harry's girlfriends have all been beards, why is this also hard to believe? Like I just said, we now have evidence of this kind of thing actually happening. Look at how much money Harry makes and how much he appeals to women. Any ties to the "big Larry conspiracy" that's been so widespread even outside of fandom for the last 13 years are in the way.

2. Louis having a baby with someone else does ruin Larry. Harry was visibly upset over it, and Louis knew Harry wanted kids with him. I have a good question for you that I genuinely would appreciate an answer to: Why would you still support this relationship if you believe that Louis had an entire child with someone else and Harry was upset about it? Why would you not "take Harry's side" in this situation and stop being a fan of Louis, especially if you listened to the song Kiwi and saw Harry's tears at the GMA interview where Louis confirmed his fatherhood? Because that's what I did when I, for a brief period of time, believed in Louis's paternity.

3. If you understand that the narrative is trying to reinforce that Louis is a doting father when the reality is that he's fairly absent in F's life, do you not see something wrong with that? Do you not see something wrong with the fact that Elounor, the fakest beard relationship of all time, had their break-up announcement exactly one month before F was conceived? That doesn't strike you as odd?

4. Actually, I talked to one of the 1D security members, and he denied that the article was true. So, no, they did not hire decoys for the purpose of protecting the boys.

Proof:

(If you disbelieve in these screenshots, ask me to record it on camera with a separate phone and I will; that way, it won't be possible that I faked it)

Therefore, we have two possibilities. Either the articles were completely fabricated, or the articles were sent out by 1D's management without the security's knowledge as a casting call, and the whole security story was made up. I cannot prove which option is true. So, I am not saying the lookalike sperm donor theory is true. I am merely putting forth the theory with supporting evidence, because it could be true.

#ask #babygate #lookalike sperm donor #brettgaters

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wheretheresaway-theresawilliam · 9 months

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Chapter 25: Wayward Children

Word Count: 968

TWs: Death and murder mentions

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The first guard lasted less than a month. He complained that Freddy’s was “just too creepy” to justify working there any longer. The next was about the same, but she had complained about the power, and hearing things… but the applications never slowed, so William took what he could get. In the meanwhile, he continued his murder spree. Denise Langmann, the bashful ballerina. Zachary Newsome, the aspiring comedian. Caleb Fattz, the choir boy.

When it came to the mascot of the facility herself, William wanted to be a bit more particular. Circus Baby was modelled after Elizabeth, so of course the girl had quite a bit of affection for it. He considered one of her friends, Cameron Hanway… coincidentally, Zachary’s cousin… but he feared Elizabeth wouldn’t appreciate it much, no matter how he tried to frame it. She would have to go through the grief of “losing” Cameron either way, and he wasn’t about to put her through that pain. She had seen her younger brother die, heard of the death of someone she could practically consider her sister, and watched her older brother walk out of her life. William was sure that was quite enough. He didn’t need to add to it.

The closing of Freddy’s had been a perfect addition to Michael’s plans. An opportunity to pick at the scab left by an unrelenting killer. Had they left evidence there that the police had overlooked, either because it didn’t seem significant at the time or because they truly didn’t care? He needed that security position, but there was no way in Hell William was going to just fork it over when he realized who was inquiring. So it was time to craft a new persona, hoping he had at least inherited some of his father’s naturally theatrical genes. Mike Schmidtt, early 20s, brief stint in the fast food industry, seeking extra work to aid in paying for groceries and rent, American. Michael had been around Americans enough that he thought, surely, getting a generic accent down wouldn’t be the hardest thing he’d ever done. Trouble was making it convincing to a man who knew him so intimately.

Not even a year had passed before the night guards William was hiring began to go missing. It didn’t take him long to find out why after Norman forced him to actually visit the place. He found several adult bodies stuffed into discarded mascot costumes and confronted his children angrily.

“Why kill these innocent people?”

“You abandoned us,” Flora-Jeane accused bitterly.

“No! I sent these guards here to look after you! And this is the thanks I get, for trying, when I have been so incessantly busy with other work?!”

“You haven’t been here in months,” Billy whispered.

“You always used to send your dog to check in with us, now you just send us strangers!” Alana shouted.

“Dog…?” William’s face and ears burned. “Don’t you dare call Norman something so boorish! I am the adult, I know what’s best for you! If it weren’t for me, you would not get the pleasure of eternal playtime!”

As his words reverberated around the empty dining hall, he heard whispers underneath them. “What’s that?”

The animatronics said nothing, though William could see Linus staring intently into the shadows. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“No, William,” Flora-Jeane answered. He saw her subtly signal for Linus to look away. That was all the confirmation he needed. The air got tense as he pulled out a flashlight to investigate.

“What have you brought in here? Some stray animal?” He muttered to himself as he snooped around the arcade and prize counter. Behind the counter, he spied something he had never noticed before; a white box tied in red ribbon, resembling a present of some kind. On the side of the box was a crank. Who had left this oversized Jack-in-The-Box? Rather than touching the crank, William pried the box open and peered inside. A white mask stared back at him, briefly making him jump. His brow knit together as he unravelled the thing inside. It felt like an animatronic, but it looked nothing like anything William had ever designed. Frankly, it was a thing of unease to look at, all gangly and vaguely humanoid. He folded it back up and put it back in its box, returning to the dining hall.

“Killing these employees will get you nothing but disappointment from me, do I make myself clear?” He knew they wouldn’t answer him, so he left without waiting for one. Norman was waiting for him in his car.

“Well? What did you find out, what’s happened to the guards?”

“They’ve been killing them, the ungrateful brats… what’s with the doll in the box?”

“Doll in the what??”

“There was… something, in a white and red box in the Prize Corner--”

“I told you. Henry made something behind your back. You only just now found it?”

William paused. “That’s Henry’s?”

Norman nodded. “And your guess is as good as mine, only Hell knows what he was thinking when he made it. Maybe he was becoming unstable again before Charlotte was killed.” He briefly dabbed under his eyes with a handkerchief. “I feel bad for her, I really do. On her birthday…”

Somehow, Norman had never suspected William as Charlie’s murderer. He presumed it was because she hadn’t been an experiment. He didn’t care to tell Norman the truth.

“Well then. Let it rot there with the rest of them, I suppose.”

“Now that’s no way to talk about them, you gave these children a new lease on life!”

“And yet, they’re not as happy as I always envisioned them to be. Will the children at Circus Baby’s be the same way?”

Norman squeezed William’s arm. “Don’t give up hope, honeybun.”

William hummed in response.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #fnaf oc #william afton #michael afton #accursed heritage au

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vrabbiit · 2 years

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🎟💘monty where his dynamic w reader is like enemies to lovers where it’s just “FUCK YOU” “Oh you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” up to you if you wanna go crazy with that dialogue 😳

bro i am the BIGGEST fan of that dynamic, number one enemies to lovers enjoyer here-

Montgomery Gator Enemies to Lovers HCs (SFW)

To be honest, people had expected you to get on with Monty - "I'm sure you'll be great friends!" your boss had said before introducing you to the gator. However, in some weird karmic justice for everything you'd ever done wrong, that was the complete opposite of the case. You could not stand Monty. His cockiness, his (and you visibly cringed as you said this) "bad boy" persona, everything about him just rubbed you the wrong way. And he wasn't quite warm to you either.

If you were honest, the first bad sign was when he flirted with you during your first introduction. You did... not react well, and although he backed off as soon as you made it clear you weren't interested, something about his attitude irked you, whether it was his overly confident manner or the shock he'd briefly shown when you didn't fawn over him like almost every other new hire.

You'd walked away from your first encounter with the gator irritated at best, and outright offended at worst, and your relationship had never really gotten better over your time working at the Pizzaplex. From there, it was like Monty was going out of his way to bother you, and it seemed he felt the same way about you. Between his infamous temper that flared up whenever he didn't get his way, and your absolute refusal to bend to his whims, even being in the same room as the two of you felt like being caught in the crossfire.

Over time, this fierce dislike of each other started to overtake your other relationships in the Pizzaplex. Monty couldn't be mentioned without you going on a tangent about just how annoying he was, and how much you wished he would just leave you alone. (Your coworker timidly pointing out that the only thing he'd done that day was walking near you was only met with ire, of course.)

Simply put, your hatred turned into something else. You were borderline obsessed. A part of you began almost hoping that you'd encounter the gator if only to argue. Little did you know, the feeling was absolutely mutual.

It came to a head one day when a very exasperated coworker finally asked you to just shut up about Monty. "Honestly, it's like you're in love with him or something, with how much you talk about him!". You violently denied it of course, but something in that remark stuck with you. You really did think about him a lot, and maybe that wasn't quite normal for someone you wanted nothing to do with.

So, instead of talking it out like a rational individual (because you were in fact much too stubborn for that), you simply stopped acknowledging him unless completely necessary, hoping you'd just stop thinking about him.

Monty, true to character, did not like that. Unbeknownst to you, he talked about you just as much, mostly to his bandmates. Freddy just asked why the two of you couldn't be friends, while Chica seemed genuinely confused - "Why don't you like them?" (That was not a question he could answer, frustratingly). Roxy was even less sympathetic and suggested that maybe, just maybe, there was more to his feelings towards you than just hate, like he said. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the verbal spats with you, and seemed to feed off of your attention more than anyone else's. If anyone could hammer it into his skull that he was acting more than a little obsessed, it would be Roxy.

So you suddenly giving him the cold shoulder was the exact opposite of what he wanted. And it drove him a little mad.

All of a sudden, he was everywhere you were, trying his hardest to... not start a fight? It seemed he'd listened to Roxy (and later Freddy) because all of a sudden it seemed he finally wanted to be friends. It was a strange few weeks, with him visibly flaring up at any remark you made, but making the effort to calm himself down. To onlookers, it was nothing short of hilarious. To you, it was baffling. And also very annoying, because without him being absolutely insufferable, you had to face the other feelings inside yourself.

This strange truce the two of you had conducted had been a relief at first for your coworkers, but only at first, because without the constant arguing, the tension between the two of you shifted into something very different. If they had to lock the two of you in a room together to just get some relief, they would.

#montgomery gator x reader #fnaf montgomery #monty gator #montgomery gator #fnaf fanfic #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach

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koko-doodle · 2 years

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FNAF SB: Glitched Twilight

Chapter 1

Summary: You are a technician that takes care of the cleaning and maintenance of the animatronics and various attractions at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. As you work there, you find that things are a lot more complicated than they seem to be. Things are breaking in a manner too organized to be a coincidence. Will you quit? Or try to get the bottom of the mystery?

12 Pages - 5,758 word count

Chapter 2

Alright, this is it…. You say to yourself as you stare at the doors of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. This was the first day of your new job, you were hired as a robotics engineer for the care and maintenance of the animatronics and various machinery located inside the fun center. You took the job since it was the only high paying job that was somewhat in your field of expertise. You had just graduated as a mechanical engineer from college and it was time to start building your way towards a real career. This wasn’t exactly your first pick for a job but you had to start somewhere.

Fazbear Entertainment had made a huge comeback since they had a falling out after the incidents at Fazbear’s Fright. Their Help Wanted VR game had ‘cleared’ their reputation and boy did they certainly come back with an arsenal of enticing attractions. There were kids and families constantly pouring in and out of the pizzaplex doors, this place was always a go-to for family centered entertainment. You receive a few questionable looks from parents as you stand there but after a mother shuffled her kids away from you in the opposite direction you decide it was time to actually go in instead of staring at the building like a weirdo.

The building was surprisingly darker than you thought though that could be due to the neon lights and signs plastered everywhere. You retrieve your phone from your back pocket and pull up the email you had received confirming your first day of work. After scrolling past the cringeworthy first greeting and over excited welcome to the team, your eyes catch the bold text you were looking for at the bottom of the email.

Please arrive at 2pm sharp on MONDAY JUNE 24 with a valid ID and signed legal papers. You will not be permitted to begin work without ALL forms signed and submitted.

You decided to double check the folder you had brought containing said legal papers. There were so many forms you had to fill out and sign it felt more like you were signing your life away to buy a house rather than starting a new job. If there is anything you’ve learned from any of your internships though, you can never be too careful with machine work and businesses sure like to cover every possible scenario to ensure they can’t be sued.

Everything looked in order just as you had placed them last night so you closed the folder and slipped your phone back into your pocket. You looked around half expecting someone to be there waiting for you, an employee of some kind but the only humans you saw were at the ticket counters. You stood there looking around more for anyone who looked like they would know where to send you but with two minutes till 2pm, you decide to hop in a ticket line crossing your fingers that they would have directions of some sort.

“Hello, what kind of tickets for you today hun?” Said an older woman as you approached the counter.

“Uh well, none actually. I’m supposed to start my first day of work here and I was hoping you could tell me where I need to go?” You reply.

“What position? Cleaning or operating staff?”

“Operating I think? I’m the new robotics engineer.”

“Oh golly” she exclaimed, adjusting her glasses. “They sure are hiring you robot experts younger and younger these days, you look like you're fresh into high school darling!” She replies with a soft chuckle.

“Nope, just graduated college actually” you say, tilting your head with an awkward smile. People always managed to mistake you for a high school student, you knew that being 5’2” made you on the short side for someone your age but why did it have to be the first thing everyone pointed out.

“Well look at you, you little college graduate. Congratulations dear.” She gives you a warm smile before typing something onto the computer and slipping you a ticket. “This will get you through the gate, once you’re through there will be a service bot right around the corner on your right. Tell him you're a new staff member and he’ll show you where to go, m’kay?”

“Perfect, thank you!” You take the pass from the counter and give a small wave back as you follow her instructions. After passing through the gate you spot a staff bot waiting by the wall and casually approach it. After stopping a few feet away from it you wait for the bot to give a prompted response.

Nothing.

The bot just stares blankly ahead, not moving. With no LED eyes or moving irises there was no way to tell if the bot was even on or not so you decide to step a bit closer. With still no response you try waving a hand in front of its faceplate but again, no response.

“Hello?” You ask, still waving.

“….”

“Uh, hellooooo?” You ask again, this time tapping lightly on the face plate. This immediately springs the bot to life and it rolls forward and bumps into you. You stumble backwards slightly from the surprising force of the bot.

“HELLO. HOW CAN I BE OF ASSISTANCE.” It asks.

“Woah dude, chill!” You say putting a hand out to keep the bot at a distance.

“HELLO. HOW CAN I BE OF ASSISTANCE.” It asks again.

“Uh, hi. I’m a new employee, I was told you know where I’m supposed to go?”

“PLEASE PRESENT A VALID ID FOR IDENTITY CONFIRMATION” It responds. You show your ID but the bot stares blankly at you once again, clearly processing information. After an awkward few seconds that felt like minutes the bot turns and gestures to follow.

“THIS WAY, PLEASE FOLLOW ME”. It states as it begins rolling in the direction it gestured. You follow the bot in a slight jog, this guy may have slow computing power but he sure was fast. He leads you through an access door and through some eerie tunnels until you reach a small employee break room. He then gestures to a locker.

“THIS IS YOUR LOCKER FOR PERSONAL ITEMS AND BELONGINGS. REMEMBER TO KEEP ALL ITEMS LOCKED INSIDE DURING WORK HOURS, FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY LOST OR BROKEN ITEMS NOT STORED WITHIN YOUR LOCKER.” He turns to you and reaches out a hand quite forcefully. “PLEASE HAND IN YOUR LEGAL FORMS BEFORE CONTINUING.”

“Yeah, sure. Here” You say as you offer him your folder to which he practically rips from your hand.

“YOU WILL FIND A UNIFORM INSIDE THIS LOCKER, PLEASE CHANGE INTO THE MEGA PIZZAPLEX EMPLOYEE UNIFORM AND EXIT THE BREAK ROOM IN 5 MINUTES.” The bot then quickly zipped out of the small room, almost knocking you over in the process.

“Well excuse you, geez… someone’s in a hurry” you mumble as you approach your locker. It was slightly unlocked and after swinging the door open you find a stack of two neatly folded uniforms. You pick up the first uniform set and unfold it, after taking a quick peek around the room to verify you are alone you begin to undress. The uniform was stiff like it had been sitting in a box for a long time. You tried to shake out the polo shirt in an effort to reduce the stiffness but figured you’ll just have to live with it until you can wash it later tonight. On the back of the locker door at the bottom you find a small label with the lock code printed on it. After changing you take a picture of the label and exit the break room.

To your surprise a new bot is waiting for you just outside the door. You could tell right away this one was different because it was wearing a bright yellow covering over its chest plate. It shoved its arm in your direction and offered you a pamphlet.

“HELLO, PLEASE TAKE A MAP.”

“Oh, uh hi… where did the other bot go?” You say looking around.

“TAKE A MAP.”

“I thought the other bot was supposed to be waiting for me, he’s been showing me what I need to do.”

“TAKE A MAP.”

“I don’t think I need one, do you know where I’m supposed to go next?”

“PLEASE TAKE A MAP”

“Will this show me where I need to go?”

“TAKE A MAP.” He repeats for the fourth time.

“Is that the only response you have?” You ask, getting annoyed. The bots monotone voice and blank stare was enough to drive anyone crazy within a few sentences.

“TAKE A MAP.”

“Alright, fine I’ll just take a map then.” You grumble to yourself and take a map from his outstretched hand.

“THANK YOU. ENJOY YOUR STAY AT FREDDY FAZBEARS MEGA PIZZAPLEX.” And with that the bot rolled off.

“Hey wait, do I just wait here or something?!” You try to question but the bot had already turned the corner. “Does that mean yes?”

No response.

“Figures… these guys really need some more advanced response coding.” You comment and look down to the pamphlet in your hand, deciding to open it. Inside was indeed a map of the pizzaplex but this map had all the main employee service entries and exits marked as well. At the bottom of the pamphlet was a QR code that read ‘first day instructions’. When you scanned the code with your phone, it brought up an app to download. The app itself looked safe but the source of the download looked questionable. You shrug and install the app anyway, you are sure the app is safe considering the developers of the app itself. After opening the app audio begins to play as the pizzaplex logo shines across the screen.

Hello and welcome to the first day of your exciting new career. Whether you were approached at a job fair, read our ad, or if this is a result of a dare, we welcome you to the new and improved Fazbear Entertainment’s Mega Pizzaplex. Please ensure all of your signed legal forms have been turned in to the appropriate service representative. If they have not, make your way to the nearest service desk at the entrance of the building. Remember, you are required to turn in the necessary paperwork before working your first day, neglecting to do so will result in immediate termination by 6pm.

“Wow okay, that’s a bit harsh.” You say to yourself.

Your new career promises challenge, intrigue, and endless janitorial opportunities. I will be your personal guide to help you get started. I am your Mobile Operators Robotic Technologist, but you can call me MORT. Please enter your name in the required box below, this should match the employee forms you signed upon application.

You enter your name in the open box below as you were instructed and click the next button.

Welcome TATER TOT!

“Wait, what? That’s not what I typed!” You frantically tap all over your screen for a back button but unsuccessfully find a way to fix whatever kind of typo had happened. “Maybe I can change it later…hopefully…”

By now you should have been led to your designated locker and have changed into the appropriate uniform. These uniforms should remain clean and well kept for each day of work, any damage or new uniforms issued to you will be taken out of your paycheck. Keep that in mind as you work, Fazbear Entertainment likes to keep a clean and presentable staff as we are a family centered business.

There was a short pause before the AI continued.

Great, let’s move on to the guided audio tour of the building. If you would like to wear headphones for the tour, now is the time to do so. If you do not have headphones, please visit one of the gift shops located in the main entry area. There you can find an assortment of fun and colorfully themed headphones that match the many characters we have here at the pizzaplex. These headphones do not come free to staff and will need to be paid for. When ready, hit the next button and we will move on.

“Audio tour huh? That’s a first. I didn’t think that my orientation to the job would be an audio tour, especially one done by an AI.” You make your way back to your locker, pulling up the code on your phone to open the lock. It takes a few tries but eventually you are able to get in. You grab your headphones that you almost didn’t bring with you and pop them in your ears. You click the next button on your screen as you exit the break room yet again. You follow the instructions given by the AI as he leads you back to the main area of the pizzaplex.

Unlike most entertainment venues, our robotic entertainers are rented out for private parties and shows during the day. Your job as the technician is to maintain and upkeep the animatronics to ensure everything is in proper working order. Daily, weekly, and monthly maintenance tasks are required for the main cast here.

I certainly hope that doesn’t mean I’ll be cleaning every bot in this entire place every day, you think to yourself.

Let’s start with familiarizing yourself with your new work environment by touring the many attractions at the pizzaplex. Please keep all questions or concerns till the end of the tour. Head up the stairs past our infamous Golden Freddy statue to get to the main auditorium area.

You follow the instructions step by step as the AI leads you through each area of the building. From top to bottom, everything about the pizzaplex was bright and colorful. So many lights, sounds, and moving attractions, it’s no wonder children and adults love coming here. Not only was everything lit up like a Christmas tree but there were many fun character posters all over the walls. From the famous Freddy Fazbear and Chica the Chicken to the new additions of Montgomery Gator and Roxanne Wolf. Everything was tailor made for families to enjoy time together but more importantly, spend hundreds of dollars on attractions, toys and gifts. It was genius actually, with most of the staff being animatronics there wasn’t much need for as many human staff members which means less people to pay and more money in their pockets. Typical greedy businessmen with corporate ploys to bring in as much money as possible. At least they do pay what human staff they have decently enough and offer good benefits, that makes it worth it in the end. At least you think so.

After being led around the bottom floor you make your way to the upper floor. The AI, or rather, MORT, didn’t give you much time to stop and look around at each attraction. It was just enough to get in, hear a rant about some cool technology they had developed for this attraction that made it stand out from their competitors and then it was off to the next attraction.

Instead of giving you a history of Fazbear Entertainment while you walked between areas, MORT made it extremely clear what all the rules and regulations of the building were. No coming in after hours, no tampering with any of the equipment, no stealing merchandise, no arguing with customers, no selling of any lost items found within the attractions, and so forth. You laughed to yourself when you listened to him explain how drawing faces of any kind on the service bots would result in being fired and bannned from the pizzaplex property. Apparently you weren’t the only one who thought those bots could use a little more personality and less creepiness to them.

As you were led through you tried to keep an eye out for the lead cast, any of the Glamrock animatronics. You had read articles and seen photos of them but you had never seen one in person, none of the old animatronics from Fazbear Entertainment either. Most of the animatronics from the many businesses run by Fazbear Entertainment were taken by Afton Robotics for testing and remodeling. The pizzaplex was the first business in years to have animatronic characters back as the main attraction.

The company seemed to like to keep things confidential and locked up, not even any of their new attractions or branches opening were advertised until the day before. It was strange for such a large company to be so secretive but for a business that specializes in surprises, it sort of makes sense. Unfortunately you couldn’t spot any of the animatronics you’d been hoping to see, they must have all been booked for parties or meet and greets. Figures.

After an excruciatingly long four hour tour you found yourself back by the main entrance. By now it was 6pm and the dinner rush was starting to pour in.

That concludes our tour of the exciting Freddy Fazbears Mega Pizzaplex. If you have any questions, please ask them now.

“Yeah, I was wondering if I were to-“ you start but you are immediately cut off by the AI.

Fabulous, you seem like an expert at your job already. You must have been paying excellent attention during the tour.

“Wait, no. I do have questions. Can I ask them first before moving on or talk with someone who can answer them for me?”

It is now time for a regularly scheduled dinner break. Your employee keycard will get you two free kids meals per week, use them wisely!

“Ugh….” You grumble, this bot obviously listened about as good as a six year old. “Okay fine I’ll just figure it out as I go then. And I don’t have a keycard yet. Where do I find one?”

How unfortunate, keycards are distributed on your second day of work. Any lost keycards must be reported and replacements will be taken out of your paycheck. Would you like to report a stolen or lost keycard?

“No.”

Great! You are scheduled to return back at 7pm, we will continue to your first task after your break. The app then closes itself and a timer for one hour is seen under your notifications.

Alright then, I guess I am just going to have to buy my dinner for today, you think to yourself reluctantly and make your way to the main auditorium. The lines were fairly long at every food station but you managed to sneak in and get yourself a single slice of pizza, some carrots and water. Not a dinner fit for royalty but your bank account would thank you later. You sit down at a table secluded in the corner and slowly eat your food.

You find yourself amused as you watch the families buzz around the auditorium. From children throwing temper tantrums to parents breaking up fights between their children over toys, it was quite comedic to watch some parents fumble over their words. You can’t blame them though, you are certainly no child expert but it's a relief that you don’t have to deal with that as part of your job. You weren’t exactly a social bug, you mostly kept to yourself in school and most of your friends already had families of their own so you rarely saw them either. It was just you most of the time and you liked it that way.

You were watching some TikTok’s when you were startled by the sudden alarm blaring in your ears. You winced and pulled your headphones out rubbing your inner ear, soothing out the ringing from the sudden loud burst of sound.

Welcome back TAROR TOT, are you ready to begin your first task?

“Dude, you just about blew out my eardrum with that alarm! Did you have to turn it up so loud?!” You exclaim, still rubbing one stubborn ear that refused to stop ringing.

I apologize, I am equipped with state of the art alarm systems to assist you while you work in this loud environment. I will make a note to reduce the volume for next time.

“Thanks…” You mumble sarcastically under your breath. “So what’s my first task?”

I’m glad you asked! Your first task is to make your way to the parts and service room located on the first basement floor. There you will find some materials you are to study and memorize before you begin work tomorrow.

“Okay, how do I get there?”

Great question, first you will find the main stage. Once located, there will be an employee entrance to the right and or left of the stage. Once entered you are going to take a left, right, left, left, right entrance to staircase 2, down the stairs, then take another right, left, right, right and you’ll find the entrance to the Parts and Service Center.

“Hang on, slow down! I’m not even close to the stage yet. Can you wait until I get there?” You ask frantically packing up your garbage and depositing it into a trash bin before you begin making your way towards the center stage.

Once inside you will find your desk located in the corner with a computer and several user operating manuals. Please read all manuals by tomorrow morning.

“Can you repeat the directions one more time please?”

Sharing any information located within these manuals is prohibited and will result in immediate termination and ban from all Fazbear Entertainment business locations. These manuals are to be kept strictly confidential.

“Okay I got it but I need to get there first. I see the employee entrance over there, but where do I go after that?”

Your shift ends at 10pm, please be out of the building at that time. You are REQUIRED to have left the building at precisely 10pm, staying later is against the rules and you will be reprimanded if this happens. ABSOLUTELY NO EMPLOYEES ARE TO BE IN THE BUILDING PAST 10PM BESIDES SECURITY. This is a strict rule and will not be adjusted for any employee no matter the security clearance. It is of the UTMOST importance you exit the building before the security shutters close for the night.

“Okay…..” You find that you had slowed your pace and were looking at your phone as you listened to the AI explain the strict rule. It seemed really odd for a place of this size and grandeur to have such a strict security rule like that. “Why?” You ask curiously.

Once you finish reading the material, that will conclude your duties for your first day on the job, we don’t want you to be overwhelmed otherwise you might not come back. We will talk again tomorrow, happy reading!

“No wait! Shouldn’t I get to get to Parts and Service first before you leave?” You exclaim but the app had already closed itself. You tried to open it back up but it refused no matter how hard you tried. “MORT! If you’re supposed to be helping me you’re not done yet!”

No response.

“You are a terrible instructor you stupid unresponsive app bot.” You grumble as you shove your phone into your pocket frustrated. “I guess Fazbear Entertainment only makes their main animatronics smart… And gives them decent manners.”

You tried to recall the directions he had given you, reciting them over in your head but you were sure you hadn’t remembered them correctly. You entered through the employee entrance and began your trek to find the stairs but after doing several loops around, you found yourself back at the main stage. You try again but with no luck, this time you ended up at a security office near Roxy’s raceway. You try yet another time but find yourself in Gator Golf this time.

After the fourth try and still no stairs you slump against a wall inside the hallway. You had tried to ask the staff but they couldn’t give you any direction. The two human employees you had found didn’t know where to go since they worked in the cafeteria and the bots refused to give you directions. Said you needed to show a valid keycard before releasing the information.

“Great, I’ve wasted an hour trying to find this stupid place I’m supposed to be at and my so called idiot ‘assistant’ took the rest of the night off…” You rub your hands over your face trying to soothe your frustration. “I’m going to look so dumb if I contact management and tell them I can’t find MY desk. Some college graduate I am, they’d question how capable I am of working with animatronics if I have zero sense of direction… UGH!!!” You throw your hands down to your sides trying to decide what you should do next when a voice startles you out of your rant.

“Are you lost?” A deep voice questions as they approach you. “Can I be of some assistance?”

You watch as the figure makes their way to you and your eyes widen. Right in front of you was THE man himself, THE Freddy Fazbear. You try to not let your jaw drop while your gaze shifts up and down while you inspect him. He towered above you, even though he stopped a few feet away you could tell he was at least 6’3” if not taller than that. You knew the animatronics were tall but this was much taller than you were expecting.

“Um… yeah.” You reply slowly, still gazing at the animatronic in awe though he didn’t seem to mind.

“Where is it that you are trying to go?” He asks, slightly tilting his head to the side.

“I uh…” you begin saying but by now you finally realize you are staring. You clear your throat as you readjust yourself, trying to make yourself a little taller and more presentable. “Sorry, I was trying to get to Parts and Service but I got a little lost. MORT was helping me but he… took a break until tomorrow.”

“Not a problem, I can help you get there if you’d like. May I inquire as to why you need Parts and Service?”

“Oh right, I should probably introduce myself huh. I’m the new robotics engineer, I just started today… if you couldn’t tell.” You give an awkward smile while you rub the back of your neck.

“Ah yes! I was informed they had finally hired a new technician, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Freddy Fazbear but you can just call me Freddy if you’d like.” He smiles and gives you a thumbs up. “Welcome to the team Superstar!”

“Thank you.”

“Parts and Service is in this direction, please follow me.” He says pointing behind him. You nod and follow the animatronic as he leads you through the hallway’s twist and turns. You finally reach a door hidden in a dark corner and head down the stairs, you grumble to yourself as you do so. This was a door you had been tempted to try but you thought the stairs would be marked with, you know, a stairs sign.

You go through two more hallways before being led through double doors into the Parts and Service Center. You see a big room with what looks like a repair booth in the center with animatronic parts hanging up along the sides of the room. You found it very strange that there were rooms with locking doors along the far sides of the walls, almost like containment or observation cells you would see at a prison. The weirdest thing though was how the repair booth was an enclosed space. Won’t that make it hard to do repairs with such a limited workspace? You think to yourself.

“Here we are, Parts and Service. It’s a tricky place to get to if you haven‘t been down here before.” He says, clearly trying to make you feel better.

“Yeah, it’s the stupid sneaky stairway that I couldn’t find. Thank you for helping me, Freddy.” You smile politely.

“Not a problem, I am happy to be of assistance whenever you need it. Is there anything else I can help you with?” He asks.

You look around and spot an old rickety desk in the corner next to entry doors. There you can see a VERY large stack of binders you assume are the manuals you need to study.

“Nope I should be good now, I just get to do some light reading til closing time. Should be super fun.” You say sarcastically giving a double thumbs up and Freddy chuckles after he notices you staring at the stack of work.

“Alright then, I would love to stick around and get to know you but I was on my way to do our final show for the night when I found you, I probably won’t see you again till tomorrow so have a fabulous night.”

“Right, see you around Freddy. And thanks again for helping me.”

“Anytime Superstar.” He smiles and gives you a wave before turning and leaving out the way he came.

You make your way over to the desk and sit down in the questionable looking chair. You practically sink to the floor after you sit down, it was also as hard as a rock. You adjust your position until it is at least decently comfortable before scoping out the stack of manuals. You notice a note on the first binder of the stack that reads ‘Start out with these first then more will be provided later after you memorize the information located inside these primary manuals. You will begin with repairs tomorrow so be ready.’ You set the note aside and laid out the manuals one by one. They looked like they had seen some better days, they were all covered in some kind of dirt, oil, or grease. There was a manual for all of the animatronics; Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, Roxanne Wolf, Montgomery Gator, Daycare Attendant, and Staff Bots.

Each manual was about two hundred pages thick with detailed diagrams and explanations of maintenance routines. You let out a huge sigh and open up the first manual, breezing through the table of contents.

“Going back to college to do a crash course in one night I guess…. Yay.”

Time ticks by quickly while you read through the excruciatingly long textbooks, you had made mental notes of what looked like the most important routines to do such as the cleaning and care of the joints on all the animatronics. Each Glamrock shared a similar endoskeleton but the outer plating of the bots determined the unique cosmetic functions of each member. It was interesting to learn that Freddy had a very large chest cavity made for transporting cake, Roxy had eyes that could see through walls to find children quickly, Chica could eat actual food as a sort of party trick for kids, and Monty had extremely sharp claws that could be used for opening boxes and slicing cake.

You found it strange however that the daycare attendant manual was essentially two manuals in one, at least the table of contents labeled it as such. It started out by describing the different endoskeleton which was made specifically with lighter material and smaller parts to assist in heightened mobility. You thought it was pretty genius how the bot was put together honestly, the better mobility helps with playing more active games with the smaller children and the lighter material makes it so the attendant can overlook the daycare on a wire cord without needing a large pulley system to carry the weight of the animatronic. Things were starting to get interesting, the manual began talking about how a multiple personality had been integrated into the programing of the bot but then the manual just cut off. It was almost as if someone had taken out the other half, you breezed through the sections again trying to figure out if something had gotten misplaced but found nothing.

“That’s so weird… Why is the other half of the binder missing?” You ask yourself out loud, then you have a thought. “Wait, weren't there two daycare attendants? A sun and moon one?” You went through the sections again briefly looking for any mention of the other animatronic but were left with not a single word about a moon themed attendant. You then looked through the titles of the other manuals one more time but again found yourself with no information about this moon character.

“Strange…. Did he get decommissioned or something? Why don’t they take down his statue and posters if he isn’t an animatronic anymore? Why continue advertising him?” Just then you were startled out of your thoughts for the third time tonight as an alarm on your phone began blaring. It was fifteen minutes until 10pm.

“Gee thanks MORT, reminding me to leave on time but refusing to help me with directions. You’re soooo helpful” you grumble while you turn off the alarm. You had made it through most of the manuals, the important elements anyway; you figured that was good enough. You stand up and stretch, hearing your spine in your lower back pop back into place from sitting so long on the rock with wheels. You made your way back through the halls and stairwell, you had made sure to keep a mental note of the directions when Freddy was leading you down.

The Pizzarea was quiet and empty except for staff bots rolling around. You remembered that the Pizzarea itself closed at 9pm to customers but staff were still there cleaning until 10pm. You made your way back to the break room where your locker was and grabbed your things before making your way out. Just as you were opening the doors to leave the shutters began to close. You quickly jumped out of the way and looked behind you as the lights from the Pizzarea were slowly being blocked out. Guess they weren’t kidding when they said employees needed to be out before 10pm.

In the distance you could vaguely make out a figure of a woman standing near the revolving gates at the entrance. You couldn’t see much in the seconds you had to register what you were looking at but you swore she was wearing a security uniform. You tried to wave but doubted she was able to see it as the shutters closed, you figured you would just introduce yourself tomorrow night.

And with that, you finished your first night on the job.

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Hullo, I just discovered your content and man oh man, I am HERE for it. I was wondering if you could do something with Alastor fancying a new worker (who secretly fancies him as well) at the hotel that ALWAYS has headphones on, grinning, dancing and singing along to their tunes while they work. But, in honour of Freddie Mercury’s B-Day and MY favourite band, the new worker accidentally gets so lost in their singing and dancing that they inadvertently serenade Alastor with the song Radio Ga Ga. Thank you in advance. ☺️

((No problem Nonny~!! I had a lot of fun playing around with this one!! I'm sorry for the wait I know a lot of time as passed since then but I hope this makes up for it :'D ENJOY!!))

You had only started working at the... Happy? Happy Hotel? Yeah... Whatever, you had only been there for a week. Your job was simple, you were the hotel's private cook for its tenants. This place didn't feel like a hotel at all. You've worked at one before. It felt more like a sorry attempt at a rehab center. But that didn't really affect you at the end of your day. You simply just cooked food, and you were good at it.

The nicest part about your job was that you pretty much stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and left to yourself. You were the only cook they needed. You'd often wear headphones and sing to yourself as you'd work tirelessly over a meal. You would also dance while you cleaned, jamming out to whatever song came out of the shuffled playlist.

You were lost in doing a little dance and wiping down a counter. In fact, you were so lost in your task that you didn't notice someone come into the kitchen. Very rarely did this happen so you never really looked out for people coming in. That and... They were behind you.

With your headphones in you also couldn't hear them. And when the next song came on you just had to turn up the volume. Your heart filled with joy at hearing one of your favorite songs. You did a little sway of your hips and pretend a spatula was your microphone.

Some parts you hummed, but when it was time to sing... Oh... boy did you sing, "I'd sit alone and watch your light~! My only friend, through teenage nights!" You were still cleaning the counter as you ran the rag over its surface and wiped away the crumbs, "And everything, I had to know. I heard it on, my radio! You gave them all! Those old-time stars, through wars of worlds- invaded by Mars~"

You through the rag into a sink across the kitchen with ease, doing a little dance and still unaware of someone with big smile, watching the new cook sing away.

"You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry. You made us feel like we could fly! So don't become, some background noise. A backdrop for, the girls and boys. Who just don't know, or just don't care. And just complain- when you're not there!" You still had your back to the doors as you walked around the counter and dramatically dragged your fingers. You gave a quick swish of your hips as you made it over to the sink.

"You had your time, you had the power~ You've yet to have your finest hour~Radio- radio. All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio goo goo~! Radio ga ga! All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio blah blah-" You sang into your make microphone and raised a hand to the sky, you took on a the stance of the stars and sidestepped to your dance, "Radio, what's new? Radio- someone still loves you-" You did a little spin then screamed at the top of your lungs.

You dropped the spatula and nearly jumped out of your own skin. Who the hell was this!? How long was he here????? You tore out your headphones as your face began to burn.

"C-can I help you?" You had never seen him before...

The man standing before you had a loose and shallow grin on his face with his arms tucked neatly behind his back, "You have a lovely singing voice," He said to your surprise. He took a few steps towards you and went on to say, "I came by because I heard we had a new cook! I had been busy up until now so I hadn't the chance to stop by. I'm certainly glad I did now!" Eventually, he closed the distance between the two of you and held out a hand, "Alastor. A pleasure."

You stood there frozen for a few seconds. You hesitated then shook his hand, "(Y/n)... And... Thanks. I guess."

Alastor gave you a charming smile and asked, "So how is your cooking?" His red eyes bore into you, "I fancy the craft myself, so I am quite intrigued by your skill, if I may so ask."

Geeze he sure did talk like an old man. You looked around the kitchen then shrugged, "I was a private chef before I died. It's why Charlie hired me. I'd say I'm pretty good."

"Excellent!" Alastor beamed. He quickly took off his red tailor coat and threw it in some random direction. You were instantly met with a far different outfit. His red dress shirt was neatly tucked in pants, which were held up by thin black suspenders. You were most surprised as Alastor rolled up his sleeves. His gloves were not gloves at all, but a part of his skin. the deep dark colors bleed like veins up his arm before fading out

You found yourself oddly attracted to this man all of a sudden. Not because he wanted to cook with you, but because of you... didn't expect him to look that. Which happened to be very handsome without the raggy rundown tailcoat. You simply couldn't lie. He was slowly swooning you.

"W-what are we cooking?" You shyly asked.

But his enthusiasm still startled you. He had already grabbed a long knife, swung it in his hand then pointed the tip of the blade at you, "What is the dish that makes your memories come to life?"

That was kind of... how would you say it? Deep? Philosophical? Something like that. You managed to stand on the other side of the counter and grab a large spoon. You closed your eyes and thought, "Chicken and Dumpling Stew," You said as you felt a smile grow on your face as the memory came to you.

Your mother was a kind woman, and the biggest reason you became a cook. Warmth flooded your blood as the golden reminder of her cooking brought peace to your mind. You hadn't made that stew since you were alive, so something seemed even slightly more special than normal.

When you opened your eyes again, letting the memory fade away, you saw Alastor with a large smile on his face, "Well, let's get cooking then," He grinned at you, then even managed to give you a charming smile with a wink. It almost seemed like he was flirting if you didn't know any better.

You smiled at him, slightly flustered by how odd this man was but... also how nice he was trying to be. He wanted to cook with you, which honestly there was no greater way to spend time than cooking with the people you enjoy. Food brought people together, and you had an idea that Alastor saw it the same way. Which was true, he wanted to cook with you so he could get to know this new member of the staff, and perhaps he found you rather... intriguing as well too.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor / you #alastor hazbin hotel #drabble #cute #kinda short #x reader #reader insert #hazbin alastor x reader #ask #anon #nonny #answered

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bad-fucking-omens · 2 years

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The Diner (Eddie Munson x OC)

Summary: I had left Hawkins in my rearview mirror five years ago. But the moment I saw a letter from Wayne Munson hidden in the stack of bills waiting on my counter, it felt as if I was back in my hometown, a heartbroken nineteen-year-old who had just had her entire world turned upside down - literally.

But Wayne deserved to know why I had left Hawkins. I knew he thought that he already knew why I left, and he wouldn’t be entirely wrong, but there was another reason I had to leave that Godforsaken town far behind.

Length: 2.2K words

Warnings: ST4 V2 spoilers and minor grief/mourning

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ELIZABETH

I sighed as I finally began to sort through the tiny mountain of mail that I had been ignoring for the past couple days.

“Bill, bill, bill,” I muttered under my breath, setting each envelope aside to deal with them later.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw the smaller envelope tucked between two bills. My name and address was scrawled on the front in a familiar hand.

As soon as I recognized the handwriting, I felt as if I was back in Hawkins, five years younger and so overwhelmed with grief that I could barely move.

My hands shook as I turned the envelope over and opened it. I took a deep breath as I pulled the folded letter out of the envelope and slowly unfolded it.

‘Dear Lizzy (I hope I can still call you that),

I know that you’re probably wondering how I got your new address. Believe me, it wasn’t easy to find. I had to hire a private investigator to find you. I hope you can forgive me for that. But don’t worry, no one else but me knows where you are and I would never tell anyone about it.

I just couldn’t stand not knowing if you were alive or dead. Eddie was like a son to me, and you were like a daughter. After we lost him, I couldn’t handle thinking you were dead, too. I mean, what else could I think? You just up and left one day while I was at work. I couldn’t find you anywhere. I know you had your reasons for leaving and I doubt you meant to hurt me, but losing you felt like losing Eddie all over again.

I understand if you never want to see me again, if you want to just forget about the life you had before you moved, but I was hoping that you would meet me one last time. I just want to talk to you one last time. I’ll be at Freddie’s Diner on Jackson Street just outside of Indianapolis at 11 A.M. on August 12th. I hope you join me, but if you don’t, I promise I won’t bother you again.

Uncle Wayne’

I let out a shaky breath. I read through the letter one more time, then glanced at the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall. Wayne would be waiting to meet me tomorrow morning. I glanced down at the letter again, wondering what I was going to do.

But truthfully, it was an easy decision for me to make. He deserved to know why I had left Hawkins — why I had truly left. Wayne obviously thought that he already knew why I left, and he wouldn’t be entirely wrong, but there was another reason I had to leave that Godforsaken town far behind.

I spotted Wayne sitting at one of the booths in the diner the moment I walked in. Thankfully, he was sitting so he wasn’t facing the door, and he hadn’t turned around when the bell above the door announced that I had walked in.

It took me a moment to finally walk over to the booth he was sitting in. Wayne looked up at me when I stopped at the edge of his table. His warm, brown eyes flicked up to me and a soft, somewhat sad smile formed on his lips. Then, his eyes fell to the little boy I was holding on my hip and I could see tears form in his eyes as his mouth parted in shock.

“Hi, Wayne,” I greeted nervously. I slid into the booth, sitting across from him as I adjusted my son so that he was now sitting on my lap.

“H-Hi,” he said quietly. Wayne’s eyes were still locked on my son, who was playing with the stuffed bear I brought to occupy him. He stuttered quietly, “Is . . . i-is h-he . . . ?”

“He’s Eddie’s son,” I confirmed. I reached out and put my hand on Wayne’s, which made him finally look up at me again. “He’s the reason I had to get out of Hawkins, Wayne. I-I couldn’t just wallow in my grief and waste away, not when I had him growing in my belly. And I don’t think that town would’ve taken too well to me having Eddie’s baby. Not with the things they still say about him.”

“I understand,” Wayne said quickly, covering my hand with his own. He looked down at our hands and slowly moved his hand off of mine. He gently brushed his fingertip over the diamond ring I was wearing on my fourth finger. “You’re still wearing it.”

“I never took it off,” I said.

Eddie had asked me to marry him, before all the shit with Chrissy and Vecna happened. He had been confident that he would finally graduate this year and he wanted us to start our lives together as soon as we finally walked across that stage. I had been so shocked when he got down on one knee, his brown eyes wide and his hand shaking slightly as he held his mother’s engagement ring up to me. He could barely get the words out without stumbling over them, but it was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. I had of course said yes. Eddie had grinned up at me, quickly sliding the ring on my finger before pulling me into his arms to kiss me fiercely. The ring had been on my finger ever since that night.

“What’s his name?” Wayne asked, glancing down at my son again.

“Edward Joseph Munson. Hope you don’t mind me using the last name, by the way. I’ve been telling everyone who asks that I’m a widow. It’s easier than being an unmarried single mom.”

“Of course not. A few more months and you would’ve gotten the name officially, anyway,” he said. I nodded, mirroring his sad smile.

A waitress walked over to our booth and asked for our order. Wayne got a refill on his coffee, I ordered a hot tea, and got little Eddie a couple pancakes.

When the waitress walked away again, I looked back at Wayne and said, “I’m sorry I stayed away for so long and kept him from you–”

“Don’t apologize,” Wayne insisted, squeezing my hand. “I understand, Lizzy. You had to do what was best for you and the little man.”

I smiled, brushing my hand over my son’s long, curly, brown hair. I hadn’t cut it since he was born, other than a couple little trims. As his hair grew longer and longer, it reminded me so much of Eddie’s unruly curls and I didn’t have it in me to cut his hair.

Eddie looked up at me with his wide, brown eyes that were exactly the same as his father’s. My son grinned up at me and I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Hey, Ed, I want you to meet someone. This,” I pointed to Wayne, “is your uncle Wayne. He was Daddy’s uncle.”

“Hi! I’m Eddie!” the young boy exclaimed excitedly at Wayne.

“Hey, there,” the older man said, smiling at my four-year-old. He laughed a little, pressing his hand to his mouth. “God, he really is the spittin’ image of Eddie, isn’t he?”

“Acts like him, too,” I laughed. I teasingly tickled my son’s sides, making him giggle loudly. “I’ve got a little troublemaker on my hands. . . . But I wouldn’t change it for the world. God knows I miss Eddie’s crazy antics more than I ever thought I would.”

“Me, too,” Wayne said. He grew slightly somber again as he continued, “No matter how much trouble that boy got in, no matter how much stress he caused me, I would give the world to have him back again.”

“I know. I would, too.” I sighed and said, “I wish he could have known that I was pregnant. . . . I know that he would’ve been so excited to be a dad, no matter how hard it would’ve been for us to figure out how to be parents.”

Wayne laughed. “Yeah, he woulda been thrilled. Woulda been a nervous wreck about it, too.”

I grinned. I had imagined how Eddie would’ve reacted to me telling him I was pregnant so many times over the past few years. I could see the grin that would immediately light up his face before the reality set it and he would begin freaking out about us becoming parents. I knew that he would have done his best to make sure our baby had the best life we could give them, but he would’ve damn near had a panic attack over every decision we would have had to make.

“Does he know about Eddie?” Wayne asked, nodding to my son.

“Of course. Well, he knows as much as he can know, being only four. Really, all he can do is recognize Eddie’s picture and say ‘That’s Daddy’, but I’ve never wanted to keep who his dad really was a secret from him. I’ll tell him the truth about Eddie when he’s older.”

Wayne hesitated before he asked, “Will you . . . will you come visit me sometime? I just . . . I don’t want to lose either of you again.”

“You won’t lose us,” I promised. “I never meant to stay away from you for so long. It was . . . it was just so hard to even think about returning to Hawkins, or even seeing you again. Seeing you reminds me of Eddie and, I know it’s been five years, but that man still holds my heart in his hands, even now. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move on and, honestly, I’m not sure that I’ll ever want to. I’ve done pretty well all on my own, anyway.”

“You know that if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask,” Wayne said. “I don’t have much, but I would share it all with you both if you need it.”

“I promise I’ll call if I need anything,” I assured him. “And I promise that we’ll visit. I-I’m not sure I can go back to Hawkins, but–”

“I can come visit you,” Wayne offered. “Wherever you want, Lizzy.”

“Are you sure? I know it’s a pretty long drive–”

“Seeing you and the little man is more than worth the long drive,” he said, smiling softly at me.

I smiled back at him, just as the waitress brought over our drinks and the plate of pancakes. I took Eddie’s bear and set it on the seat beside me before sliding the plate directly in front of my son. I began to cut the pancakes into bite size pieces for him. Wayne grinned as he watched Eddie chew on the pancake pieces.

“Oh, I have something for you,” he said.

Wayne pulled something out of his pocket. He held it tight in his fist for a moment before he set it on the table and slid it over to me. My chest tightened when I saw that it was Eddie’s guitar pick necklace.

“I think you should have this,” Wayne said. “I know you have the ring, but maybe . . . maybe the little man can have this. Something from his dad.”

“Thank you,” I murmured softly, taking the necklace in my hand. I brushed my thumb over the guitar pick.

Eddie never took the damn thing off, even when he slept or showered. I thought it had been lost when he died. Wayne was right — my son should have something from his father, something that he could keep forever.

I carefully brushed my son’s long, unruly hair aside and put the necklace on him. Eddie took a break from eating his pancakes and looked down at the guitar pick. He looked up at me.

“Daddy?” he asked.

“Yeah, baby. This was Daddy’s necklace,” I said. “He wore it all the time. It was his favorite.”

“I keep it?”

“Uh-huh. Just be careful with it, okay?”

Eddie nodded eagerly. “I promise, Mommy!” I grinned and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

Wayne and I spoke for a while longer about what we had been up to recently before we both decided to leave the diner. Eddie was getting tired and soon he would get cranky if I didn’t put him down for a nap. Wayne followed me out to my car, watching as I buckled Eddie into his car seat.

“Bye, little man,” Wayne said, waving to Eddie.

“Bye, Uncle Wayne,” my son mumbled, tiredly waving back. Wayne chuckled and I smiled before I shut the door quietly.

I looked at Wayne. I hesitated for a moment before I hugged him tightly.

“I’m glad I came today,” I said. “I missed you more than I realized. I promise we’ll visit and talk soon.”

“I’m glad we met up, too. You really are like a daughter to me, Lizzy. I’m glad you’re doing well, and I’m so happy I got to meet the little man.” We broke apart and Wayne said, “Have a good trip back home, and be safe. Y’all are the only family I got left now.”

“You won’t lose us, Wayne,” I told him. “I promise you. Me and Eddie will always be here for you. You can come visit us any time, alright?”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling slightly. “You should get goin’ before it gets dark out.”

“Yeah. . . . We’ll see you soon, Wayne.”

“See ya, Lizzy. Thanks for coming.”

I smiled. “Thanks for tracking me down. It was nice to reconnect.”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie st4 #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume 2

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brattysmiley · 2 years

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here it is anyway

just to inform you :

-I mixed parts of the movie saga (timeline, characters, story) with the original story background of Fred from “The Life and Death of Fred Krueger”

-We don’t know what day he was born in September so I put it on the 13th. Why? Because it’s Freddy Krueger’s Day ;) (so it’s an headcanon)

-There’s no mentions of Freddy’s Nightmares in this.

Birth

During the month of December, Amanda Krueger, who was a nun trainee at Springwood Psychiatric Hospital, found herself accidentally locked in a tower with about one hundred mentally ill patients. She was unfortunately attacked and brutally raped by them and was found very weak, pregnant with a baby. This is how Frederick Charles Krueger was born on September 13th, 1942.

Too shaken by the tragedy, she decided to place little Frederick in an orphanage and never wanted to hear about this story again.

Childhood and teens years

Raised from infancy by a succession of ax murderers, rapists, and arsonists, young Freddy was adopted at an early age by a lonely old pimp, Mr Underwood. During his childhood, he was mocked and bullied by his classmates and teachers for being “The son of a hundred maniacs”. Some signs of sadism appeared when he started to attack small animals, such as hamsters, which he slaughtered with a hammer. He managed to calm his urges for a while.

Mr Underwood hoped that the strange-looking boy might someday make himself useful by luring curious drunks into the filthy alley in which his disease-ridden whores earned their meager pay. Whenever the old man would catch his adopted son enjoying the services of one of his employees, he would express his displeasure by beating the boy almost to the point of unconsciousness with a razor strop. It did not take young Freddy long to begin associating sexual pleasure with the infliction of pain. Occasionally, the old man would punish Freddy for some imaginary offense by drawing blood from his belly with a straight razor. Refusing to cry out loud no matter how badly his sadistic father slashed him, the boy began to take a perverse sort of pleasure in fingering the narrow scars that soon covered the front of his body.

As a young man, Freddy showed no more aptitude as a pimp than the old man showed as a father. Finding the boy to be of no practical use, the old pimp paid no attention to him whatsoever except when doling out his daily punishment. After a while, Freddy began almost to welcome the beatings, which were the only expression of parental interest he was ever to know. Freddy finally decided to kill his adoptive father with his razor, with which he enjoyed mutilating himself. Before he left, Freddy used the money he found in the old man’s strongbox to hire a professional arsonist to torch his house while the old pimp’s dead body laid on the floor of the basement.

Early adulthood, becoming a tramp

With no formal schooling and no particular skills or aptitudes because he dropped out of school at an early age without any particular diploma, Freddy wandered from town to town doing odd jobs and getting into trouble with the law. He began to drink heavily and spent many nights sleeping in the gutter. Freddy was sleeping in an alley near the local schoolhouse when a group of young boys decided to try picking the drunk's pockets. One boy’s hand was still in his pocket when Freddy awoke in a drunken rage and lashed out wildly with the bottle of gin clenched in his hand. The bottle landed on the boy’s head with a loud crash as his four companions fled in terror. Freddy watched the boys run away and then looked thoughtfully at the child who was bleeding to death beside him in the alley. They’re scared of me, he thought, strangely exhilarated as never before by the unfamiliar feeling of power that surged through his body like a shot of Adrenaline. Freddy carried the bleeding boy to a deserted cellar and studied his figure for a long time. Children are useless, he thought, repeating a sentiment often heard muttered by the old man who raised him. Children are better off dead, he thought, improvising freely on the theme. He reached into his pocket and took out the straight razor he had taken from the old man’s closet before leaving home. Freddy roughly tore off the boy’s clothing and studied his smooth white belly for a moment. Then, recalling the four boys who escaped, Freddy cut four deep incisions into the boy’s flesh. He watched for a while as the blood spurted out, his face flushed with triumph. For the first time in his life, Freddy Krueger was in control. It was a feeling he did not want to live without ever again.

Freddy continued his nomadic existence until he decided to return to his birth city, Springwood. There was something about Springwood that instantly outraged him. Perhaps it was the well-cared-for lawns and lovely tree-lined streets that were so much more beautiful than anything he had even dreamed of as a child. Or perhaps it was the carefree children of Springwood so blissfully unaware of the suffering and anguish of the real world. Suddenly, Freddy knew his calling in life. He would teach these smug suburbanites and their children what the world was really all about. He would teach them the true meaning of pain.

Becoming a family man, the beginning of The Springwood Slasher

For the first time in his life, Freddy looked for a regular job, becoming the janitor of Springwood High School, where he will meet his future wife, Loretta. He fell madly in love with her, showing no more trace of darkness in his heart, and decided to marry her and move into a house with a large garden and had a daughter, Katherine. He then quit his job as a janitor and went to work at the local power plant as a technician in the boiler room. However, this tranquility, this perfect little family life was not going to last forever. Freddy felt the murderous impulse inside him again, the urge to make the parents of Springwood, once bullies , suffer by kidnapping their children and making them disappear in the cruelest way possible.

His job was easy enough, and it left Freddy with plenty of time to devote to his true calling. He soon decided that his old straight razor was insufficient to do the holy work that needed to be done. Freddy spent many hours in the machine shop, forging the deadly tool he would need to carry out his mission. Of course he would make excuses for Loretta, for example by explaining that he would be home later because he had too much work to do, or that his boss had offered him overtime to get a little more money. These were among the happiest hours of his life – designing and then building the special glove with its four deadly finger blades. Carefully, with a feeling akin to love, Freddy cut the gleaming metal, honing it to a fine, razor-sharp and then fitting the assembled apparatus into the fingerless leather glove. Then, when it was finally done, he took a deep breath and slipped the deadly talons onto his hand.

A perfect fit!

And now it was time to put his creation to the test.

The next day, Freddy slipped into his comfortable red and green sweater, donned his crumpled fedora, said to Loretta he was leaving early, climbed into the front seat of his battered Chevy van, and drove into town. Lovingly, he clicked the blades that gleamed so beautifully on his right hand and waited patiently in the alley adjacent to Springwood Elementary School. He felt his muscles tense with excitement as the bell rang, announcing the end of another school day. For that one brief moment, Freddy wondered if it might not be terribly wrong to interfere with the normal development of a child, to cut off at its very beginnings a human life of almost infinite possibilities and potentialities. Then he saw the children, laughing and skipping as they rushed into their parents’ loving arms, and Freddy knew what he had to do. There was a little girl standing at the curb not far from the alley. Perhaps her mother had had difficulty starting the car or maybe a long line at the supermarket had set her schedule back a few minutes. No matter. The little girl was very much alone, and Freddy felt a stirring deep in his wicked soul. Squinting into the sunlight, he read the name ‘Amy’ written in bright pink letters on the girl’s lunchbox. ‘Amy?’ he whispered, but the girl didn’t seem to hear him. ‘Amy,’ he repeated, a little louder this time. The girl looked at him with her large blue eyes. ‘Come here,’ he said, beckoning to the girl with his left hand. She looked away for a moment, glancing up the street as if expecting her mother to arrive at any moment. Then she looked back at Freddy, and he knew in that instant that he had won. ‘Come here,’ he repeated. The girl hesitated for only a moment and then stepped into the alley.

‘Who are you?’ she asked in a small, sweet voice that set Freddy’s teeth on edge.

‘Uncle Freddy,’ he replied, liking the sound of it. ‘Your mother said I should bring you home.’

The girl shook her head doubtfully. ‘I don’t have an Uncle Freddy,’ she said.

‘You do now,’ said Freddy, raising his right hand high into the air. Then he brought it down, his temples pound- ing as his left hand covered the child’s mouth and his right tore four deadly gashes in her soft belly. Freddy looked at the bloodied glove for a moment and felt joy deep in his soul. How easily the little one had died! He lifted the girl’s bloody body and carried it quickly to his parked van, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. He stashed the body under some blankets in the back of the van and drove to the power plant. There he unloaded the body and hid it in a large unused storage locker in the back of the boiler room. Then he sat back and breathed deeply of the hot, stifling boiler room air that he had learned to love.

At last, Freddy’s life had meaning.

After that, Freddy found it easy to fulfill his self-proclaimed destiny. His methods of abduction varied, but the result was always the same. He loved to see the newspaper accounts of the kidnapping, but it troubled him that no one knew for certain whether the missing children were dead. He began leaving puddles of blood at the murder sites so that everyone would know that these were not mere kidnappings. It was important to him that the smug parents of Springwood know that their children were being carefully and methodically butchered. One day he decided to furnish the basement of his house with some of his creations, trophies (jars and newspaper articles) and had even made a book with pictures of his victims, some newspaper articles and some sordid details.

Being arrested, freed, then burned alive by vengeful parents

As he was playing with Katherine in the garden, a scream sounded near the basement. He stopped dead in his tracks, his cold gaze fixed on Loretta, who was shaking and crying, begging him she won’t tell the police. Once he asked Katherine to go back into the house, an argument broke out and he strangled Loretta, not knowing that Katherine had witnessed the end of the scene. He asked her to promise not to tell. In 1966, Fred Krueger was arrested for the murder of his wife and was linked to the child murders, commited by The Springwood Slasher, the police having discovered charred bodies in the boiler room and his killing tools inside his basement. Katherine was then placed for adoption and changed her first and last names outside of Springwood. In 1968, he was brought to trial amid great publicity. Fortunately for Freddy, however, the public defender who handled the case was extremely thorough in his preparation. He examined the search warrant that had gained the police admittance to the power plant the day they arrested Freddy and found a technical error in the wording of the document. The search was ruled illegal, and the case against Freddy was thrown out of court. Despite public outcry, the Springwood Slasher was set free. Amanda Krueger, who heard about this, commited suicide. Again here he was again, like a tramp. No more house, no more family, no job. He has lost it all. Even his dear daughter he loved so much. The only person he really loved in his miserable life. He was so angry.

He decided it was time to move on. There would be other towns and other children. Next time, Freddy vowed, he would not be so easy to catch. That night, Freddy packed his meager belongings into the back of his van and settled in for one last night’s sleep before hitting the road. He had just settled into a cozy corner of the boiler room with a bottle of his favorite gin when he heard the commotion outside. The angry people of Springwood, led by Lt. Don Thompson and his wife Marge, had decided to take the law into their own hands. It was the Thompson’s and their Elm Street neighbors, the Lantzes, who poured the gasoline around the power plant; and it was the Grays and the Lanes who set the fuel afire. Never again would their children – Nancy, Glen, Tina, Rod, and all the others – be terrorized by the wicked Fred Krueger. They smiled grimly as the power plant began to burn, and someone in the mob applauded. Freddy was approached by Dream Demons. Krueger took the offer from Dream Demons to continue his killing spree. He was allowed to roam the Dream World, where any damage he inflicted would cause death in the physical world.

The body was never found.

‘I guess we’ve seen the last of Fred Krueger,’ said Marge Thompson that night, breathing a deep sigh of relief as she examined Freddy’s blood-caked finger-knives with a mixture of disgust and ill-concealed fascination.

But Marge was wrong.

Freddy would be back.

And the nightmare was just about to begin…

#freddy krueger #pyro writes #and mixed lmao #a nightmare on elm street #fred krueger #slasher #horror #anoes #mixing background stories in one

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fe-fictions · 3 years

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can we have a re-upload of the amnesiac freddie fic? please and thank you!

(Ugh yes of course we need this back in the archive = 3 = )

Your anxiety was great. Frederick was in the middle of training new recruits, when the butt of an axe struck his head.

He fell unconscious with a serious head injury.

For the last few hours it was you and your three-year-old, waiting impatiently for word on his condition.

“Please let him be okay…” You whispered, arms crossed tight over your chest.

“It’ll be all right, Robin. Frederick’s been through worse!” Lissa offered.

“I’m afraid I need to hear that from someone in there.” You nodded to the room.

“Lissa’s right.” Chrom spoke up, “Frederick will come out of there with his head held high, and nothing to worry about.”

Your mouth opened to rebut the naïve Exalt’s words, but then the door opened.

Libra came through, helping Frederick out the doorway. A wave of relief hit, seeing him upright.

He looked dazed with generous bandaging on his head, but everything else looked all right.

“Frederick!” The royals cried, happily approaching the knight.

“Lord Chrom, Princess Lissa.” He regarded them, before leaning over to Libra, "I will check the records to verify what you say is true. I’m sure I would recall hiring a royal chief of medic.”

“Understood, Sir Knight.” Libra replied, and turned to you with a deep frown. “Robin, I need to speak with you.”

The priest pulled you aside, looking grim. Your hope dissipated.

“What’s wrong? He’s fine, isn’t he?”

“There’s been a complication. It appears that he’s been struck with a case of selective amnesia.”

You stared at him.

“…Come again?”

Libra frowned sadly.

“He only remembers everything up to a certain point. He didn’t recognize me. I listed a number of names, but he didn’t know them. Cherche, Tharja, Priam…he barely remembers Raimi.”

“We didn’t meet Raimi until after the attack on South Town five years ago.” You said quietly, feeling panic rise in his chest. “Has he forgotten- d-does he know who I am?”

“He knows who you are, but…he doesn’t remember who you are to him. I mentioned you, and he asked why you were still with the Shepherds. He said that you’re-”

“Suspicious?” You finished. He nodded solemnly. Your heart dropped. “It can’t be… H-he doesn’t remember anything? Does he know we’re married? That Morgan’s his son?”

“I’m afraid not.” Libra confessed.

Your throat closed, eyes darting to the little one trying to finish his drawing.

“W-what should we do?” You asked, frightened. “I-is there anything we can do?”

“It’s unlikely this is permanent, but I'm unsure how long it will last. The best thing to do now is try to find things to restore his memory.”

“Right. I can do that.” You exhaled heavily, “I can think of a few things we can do that could help...hopefully...”

“You won't be alone.” He promised, “For now, let’s go slowly and try not to startle him with too much information at-"

“Papa!!” Morgan’s excited cry made you both freeze.

Your gaze snapped to the little boy bouncing up to his father, holding a paper tight in his hand.

“Papa, I made this for you!!”

You broke away from Libra to try and catch the boy mid-flight, but to no avail.

“Morgan, wait-”

Frederick stared at the child who careened into his leg. “Beg pardon, lad, but I’m not your father.”

“Yes, you are!!” He giggled, “See? I made this for you! Mama said you’d like it when you waked up!”

Frederick reluctantly took the drawing, eyes narrowed. “And where is your mother? Shouldn’t she be taking care of you?”

“She is!” He chirped, just as Frederick registered the scene.

It was a crudely drawn version of himself, holding the three-fingered hand of the boy, and a woman who looked an awful lot like-

“She’s right there!”

He stared at you.

You pulled Morgan away from Frederick in a fluster. You eyed him warily, trying to gauge his reaction.

Frederick’s brow furrowed.

“You…you’re this boy’s mother?” He questioned, making the entire room fall silent.

Then he saw it.

The same eyes and nose that you had, paired with Frederick’s hair.

His face paled.

“It can’t be-”

“Frederick, don’t panic-”

“You couldn’t possibly be- we didn’t- w-we aren’t-!” Frederick’s expression contorted. He was horrified, almost disgusted.

Your heart twisted at the sight.

“Yes, it’s true. Morgan’s your son, and we’re married. The ring on your finger should serve as proof enough.” You said as gently as you could, trying to ignore the look on his face.

“That’s impossible. I’ve no reason to trust you beyond Lord Chrom, yet you claim that we’ve a family? This is madness!”

“Frederick, what are you talking about?” Chrom spoke up, “The two of you’ve been married for years!”

“Milord, with all due respect, I have no idea what you’re talking about. As far as I’m concerned, this individual has yet to prove her trustworthiness.”

“Libra, what’s going on?” Chrom demanded, “Why is he acting like he doesn't know his wife?”

“The blow he suffered affected his memory, milord. He doesn't remember much.” Libra explained, “We can only try to help him until it all comes back.”

“When is that supposed to be?” Lissa asked, terribly worried for you.

“There is no clear answer.” He replied, bowing his head. “I think we should work on trying to restore his memory.”

The six of you exited the room, following Libra’s instruction. The walk was uncomfortable, Frederick’s icy glare fixed on you and Morgan.

The little boy nearly burst into tears when he looked at his father. You weren’t sure how much of this you’d be able to take, yourself.

The day was long, and difficult. The group took him to the library, where Libra informed him of what happened to fill in the blanks of Frederick’s memory.

He looked utterly lost. You helped as much as you could, just as Morgan did by trying to draw Frederick pictures to bring back memories.

Although your husband was extremely wary of his tiny lookalike, he was gentle at least, graciously accepting each drawing.

You all worked with him late into the night, until Morgan fell asleep on your lap.

Everyone was exhausted; it was a good time to take a break until tomorrow. Libra mentioned that memories sometime returned overnight, giving you a tiny spark of hope.

‘I hope he’s right.’ You thought wearily, trailing behind Frederick. ‘The sooner he comes back, the better.’

It was all you could hope for as you made your way back. Then Frederick stopped. He looked back at you, visibly tense in the moonlight.

“Is there a reason you’re following me?” He asked coldly. You frowned, shifting your son.

“I live here too, you know. We both do.” You gestured to the sleeping child in your arms.

“I can’t allow you to stay here. Not while I’m an ‘amnesiac’- which I don’t believe for a second, mind you.” He replied.

You worked hard to hide your bristling.

“What do you mean, ‘allegedly’? Did you miss the massive bruise on your head?”

“I find it difficult to believe that we are married, and we have a-” Frederick cut himself off, glancing at the toddler. “A child. What if you cast a hex on me, and that blow cured me?”

“What the-” You fought to keep your voice low, “Are you insane?”

“I’ve no more reason to believe I’m an amnesiac like you. I most certainly don’t believe that I married someone I barely trust. Therefore, I cannot allow you to stay here.”

“Unbelievable.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Frederick, there’s plenty of proof it’s true! For example,” You brushed past him, shoving a hand in your pocket and drawing out a key. “You had this made for me.”

He tensed when you unlocked the door, pushing inside. “N-now wait just a moment-”

“You’ll find your office is now Morgan’s bedroom, which you built the furniture for. Your desk is in the living area.” You gestured to the office.

Sure enough, it was now a child’s bedroom. He spotted his insignia on a nightstand, which only perplexed him more.

“Impossible.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put Morgan to bed.” You said icily, “At the very least you could find it in your heart to let him sleep in his room.”

“I…suppose I can allow it.” Frederick conceded, “But be quick. I won't have you here, as well.”

You were too tired to argue. After all, it’s not like he could help it. You trudged into Morgan’s bedroom, and gently tucked him in. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and moved to leave him be.

“…Mama?” You paused at Morgan’s groggy voice.

“I thought you were asleep, sweetheart. What are you doing awake?” You mused, stroking his hair.

“Does...does Papa not love us anymore?” The question almost broke your heart.

You quickly shook your head, kneeling beside him.

“Of course he loves us, Morgan. He’s just...confused, right now. He’s scared, because he doesn’t remember who we are.”

“B-but if he doesn’t remember, how does he know he loves us?” He asked with teary eyes.

“Deep down, he knows it. We just have to remind him, that’s all. And we will, I promise.” You assured him, kissing his cheek. “Just be patient until he gets better.”

“O...okay.” Morgan sniffled, “A-are you gonna have to go away?”

“I won’t be far.” You said as you rose, “I’ll sleep right outside the door, if I have to. I won't be far from you, no matter what.”

“O-okay, Mama.” He managed a wobbly smile, “Sleep good.”

“Thank you, my sweet.” You gave him one last kiss. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Your eyes fell shut, grimacing as you leaned against the closed door. Now you had a frightened child on top of a wary husband.

You thought all you wanted was to see your husband alive and well. This wasn’t what you had in mind.

“Is…he all right?” You heard Frederick’s voice enter the hallway, and opened your eyes to find your husband looking at you, a bit stiff as though he were unsure of himself.

You quickly straightened up, pushing away from the door with a tired sigh and nod.

“He’ll be fine.” You said half-heartedly, “He was just worried about you. He’s never seen his Papa act like this, after all.”

“I see… Well. If you don’t mind, then, Robin…I wish to speak with you.” He finally said, gesturing for you to follow him.

You sat across from each other in the living room, a bit tensely. Frederick pursed his lips, looking quite serious. It was an expression he would often make when attempting to find something to say.

It would have been a small comfort if you didn't have a sinking feeling in your chest that it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

“Robin, I…realize that I have not been treating you fairly. That is- despite how suspicious I’ve been, you continued to help me. You seem to know much more than others, about me. And seeing the child's room, here, I...am inclined to believe you speak truthfully.”

“It’s the least I can do.” You fiddled with the ring on your finger, “We’re married, after all.”

“About that." He cleared his throat, "I didn’t give you an opportunity to explain yourself. I thought it best to let you prove that true. Tell me what you know about me.”

“Well...I know you can’t stand gamey meats.” You began fondly, instantly capturing Frederick’s attention. “You’ve got a fear of large animals because of an incident when you were a child. You’ve been very diligent in making sure the same hasn’t happened to Morgan.”

Frederick grunted, deep in thought. You took it as a cue to continue.

“I know you love fire, and you’re a brilliant lieutenant who's strict and unforgiving...but you’re also very gentle, and very passionate towards those you care about.”

“I-I see.” His cheeks were alight with a blush, as though quite touched by your analysis. You giggled softly, a sound that seemed to relax him.

It was a familiar sound, he noted, he wouldn’t mind hearing more of.

“You’re a wonderful father, too. When I was pregnant, you'd come home in a rush, to make sure I was all right. You’d put your hands on my belly and talk to him each night until he was born. Oh, and when you held him the first time, you cried for hours! It was so sweet.”

“That does sound like something I would do.” He admitted bashfully. For the first time all day, a grin touched your lips. “It's anecdotal, but it sounds credible. I would like to believe it.”

The two of you sat in the silence for a little while, processing everything you said.

But you knew better than to push your luck.

“…Ah, well. There’ll be more to discover another night. I should leave you alone so you can rest.”

“A-about that.” He stopped you, standing along with you. “Perhaps you should stay the night. You could stay here, on the couch. I’m sure it would be more comfortable than, er, sleeping elsewhere.”

“Considering I have no idea where to go, it's perfect. So long as I'm close to Morgan, I'm happy to stay here. Thank you, Frederick.” You smiled, grateful.

Frederick was swift in preparing it for you, all the while stealing glances at you. There was something familiar about you.

He knew you hadn’t made it up. There was definitely love between you. He wanted to find it, again.

Gods only knew how long it would take.

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Unfortunately, it was longer than one night.

Two weeks of non-stop work passed.

So many nights of restlessly tossing about on the couch, speaking with Frederick when neither of you could sleep.

Although it brought you closer together, there was still the fissure of amnesia.

“It’s never going to happen, is it?” You asked yourself, facing the back of the sofa with a hopeless frown. “He’ll never come around.”

The thought hurt you, deeply. To have lost everything you built, after everything.

“This is my punishment, right?” You mumbled, directing it to the goddess that stole you away. “Because I left. It is, isn’t it?”

You laughed, sadly. The man you fought to love, gone in an instant.

“Gods, Naga…” You whispered, drawing the blankets tighter around you, “I just want my husband back.”

You didn’t realize your prayer hadn’t fallen on deaf ears.

‘It’s so…warm.’ You hummed contentedly, eyes cracking open to soft morning light. That was odd; the couch usually blocked the sunlight.

Then you realized the thin blanket was replaced with a thick comforter.

It was soft and delightfully cozy. You nestled into the plush pillow, relishing the bed.

Wait a minute.

'I'm in bed?’

Your eyes snapped open. Sitting up, you confirmed it; you were in bed. Frederick wasn’t with you, but the spot beside you was warm.

He was beside you.

The sizzling of cooking food in the kitchen hit you. He was making breakfast.

You quickly slipped out of bed and grabbed your robe. The belt was barely tied when you saw him, back to you while tending the eggs.

It couldn’t be, you thought, staring at his familiar movements. Was he…?

“Ah- good morning, Robin.” Frederick greeted you with a kind smile. “Did you get enough sleep?”

“I-I…” You stared at him, dumbfounded. He sounded a lot less formal.

“I found you asleep on the couch. I thought we agreed to cut back on the overworking, but I suppose you can’t help it, sometimes.” He mused, unaware of your shock.

“F-Frederick,” You choked out, “Are you- is your memory back? Are you back?”

“Whatever do you mean? Did I go somewhere?” He asked innocently. You didn’t grace his question with an answer.

“Oh, thank the gods!!” You cried, barreling into his chest. Frederick grunted, barely keeping his balance when you crashed into him. “I-I missed you so much!”

“My goodness.” Frederick laughed, returning your embrace. “I must have gone on a strange mission. Did something happen?”

“You don’t remember?” You pulled away, “You were hit in the head during training, and lost your memory. Y-you didn’t remember me or Morgan. You have no idea how worried we were- not to mention how infuriating it was, dealing with your wariness.”

“I can’t believe it.” Frederick said, astounded. “I don’t remember any of that. You’re sure that happened?”

“You forced me to sleep on the couch for two weeks! How could I forget?” You chuckled, albeit tiredly. Frederick frowned, looking almost guilty.

“Oh, dear. You must forgive me, my love. I had no idea- I must have treated you horribly to do such a thing. Please, tell me everything that happened, I...I truly don't remember a thing.”

"I'll tell you everything. But...I just...” You buried your face in his chest, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Forgive me for making you worry, so.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It sounds like I have a lot that I have to make up to you and Morgan.”

“Oh, you do.” You grinned mischievously, pecking his cheek. “But it’s nothing a little quality time together can’t fix.”

Frederick beamed at you, stroking your cheek tenderly. “Whatever it takes, my dear. Anything for you two.”

Morgan was over the moon to see his father back to normal, unable to decide between tears or laughter when Frederick peppered him in hugs and kisses.

Relief rolled through the Shepherds at the news of their captain back to normal, though Libra made sure to give him a few follow up exams just to be sure.

There wouldn't be any more memory loss in your family, so long as you could help it!

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The Woman - Thomas Shelby x reader (Part 4)

A/N: Here is Part 4, I hope you enjoy. I just want to say thank you for the kind messages, comments and the likes i have received for the series so far. They mean so much. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Not my Gif and please don’t post my work on other websites.

Warnings: Strong Violence and swearing

A brief summary: Y/N is heading home to London and is doing her best to put Birmingham and Tommy out of her mind. Tommy on the other hand is determined to track her down.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 1939

Tommy leaned against the wall of the warehouse, casually smoking, staring coldly at the two Ricci brothers sat in front of him. The Ricci’s were small time criminals compared to the notoriety of the Peaky Blinder’s and when they had realised that Tommy would be out for revenge for trying have him killed, they had been quick to try and flee. Not quick enough though, a couple of Peaky boys had brought them to an empty warehouse where the Shelby brothers had been waiting. The two men were already bloody from the punches they had taken on the way here, but they both did their best to hold their nerve under the three pairs of dangerous eyes looking at them.

“You cowardly fuckers put out a hit on my brother.” Arthur said, his voice dripping with menace. He slowly circled the Ricci’s, like a lion evaluating its pray, waiting for Tommy to give him the order to pounce. “Don’t even have the balls to try and take us on yourselves.” John spat in the face of the younger of the two, although both men were considerably older than he was. “Maybe we should take off what balls they have got? Clearly don’t know how to use them.” Arthur moved in front of the older brother, holding his cap in his hand, bending the peak of it back to show of the razor blades sewn inside. “Bastardo!” the man shouted. In less time than it takes to blink Arthurs fist smashed into the side of his head knocking him off the chair on to the floor. He covered his head as Arthur kicked him repeatedly. “Who. Said. You. Could. Fucking. Speak!” He shouted between kicks. John had started punching the younger brother, who had tried to make a move when Arthur had thrown the first punch. Tommy dropped his cigarette, stepping on it to put it out, he slowly walked over to his brothers who were mercilessly beating the men in front of them. “That’s enough.” Tommy’s voice was deep and calm, despite the scene in front of him, instantly halting his brother’s onslaught.

The older of the men simply laid on the floor moaning quietly, his brother pushed himself up and spat out a mouthful of blood which landed straight on John’s shoes. Tommy’s hand grabbed John’s arm as he moved forward, questions needed to be answered, meaning one of the Ricci’s had to still be able to speak. “Now, tell me” Tommy began, taking one of the chairs and sitting in front of the man knelt before him. “how did you contact the person you hired to kill me?” Tommy was leaning into the mans face. “Why should I tell you anything?” Ricci asked, “will you just let us go if I tell you?” Arthur let out a cold laugh, John smiled while chewing on a toothpick and Tommy leaned even closer. “You tried to have me killed Mr Ricci, if I let you go what sort of example would that set?” Tommy’s voice was so steady and relaxed he could easily have been discussing a small business deal, not the fates of the two men in front of him. “But I’ll tell you what, you tell me what I want to know, and Arthur and John here won’t go to pay your family a visit.” Leaning back in his chair Tommy took out his pocket watch and examined it, before letting his eyes lift to meet the wide eyed, panicked man before him. “They will be about halfway to the house you sent them to now wont they. You see Mr Ricci, the taxi driver is on our payroll, so I know the exact address they will be staying at.” Tommy couldn’t help but relish in the look of realisation dawning over Ricci’s face, it was the look of a man who knew he had been cornered and had no way out.

“Fine. There is an address in London, you tie a red ribbon around the metal railings there. You must write your name on it, with the address of where you are staying, then you will be contacted.” Mr Ricci’s eyes were down to the floor in defeat, his brother was still whimpering on the floor next to him, but he could feel the icy daggers of Tommy Shelby’s eyes piercing his flesh. Tommy held out a piece of paper and a pen, “Write it down.” He ordered, watching as the address was noted and the paper handed back to him. “Good.” Tommy said simply, standing up and putting the paper carefully in his pocket, he waved his hand and in a flash Arthur and John brought down their caps and took the eyes of both Ricci brothers. Turning and walking out he barely registered the dying cry’s behind him, to wrapped up in the excitement of being one step closer to Y/N.

Tommy inhaled on his cigarette, a victorious smile played across his lips, it was remarkably bright compared to the dingy warehouse. He stood their basking in the afternoon sun and in his triumph as Arthur and John came out to join him. “Get rid of ‘em.” Arthur said to the two Blinders who had been waiting on orders. “What next Tom?” John asked, his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement. Tommy looked at his brothers, seeing the love they had for this life dancing in their wild eyes. “I’m going to London. Alone.” He added quickly as Arthur went to speak. “I’ll drive down from here and stay with Ada and Freddie tonight, they aren’t far from this address.” Tommy patted the pocket where he had safely stored the paper. “Ring Ada for me John, let her know I’m coming, and ask her to go out and buy me a bit of red ribbon.” Tommy flicked the ash from his cigarette and began to walk away. “What about me Tom?” Arthur called after him. “Do whatever you want Arthur.” Tommy called back over his shoulder, he was too excited to stop, he hadn’t felt this exhilarated in what felt to him like a lifetime.

Y/N looked out of the train window at the passing countryside, she was now far from the dirt and smoke of Birmingham and was enjoying the bright colours and clear skies before the inevitable return to dirt and smoke that awaited her in London. She knew that each mile being put between her and Tommy should make her feel calmer, but instead she had an overwhelming desire to get off this train at the next station and go straight back to Birmingham. Being near to Tommy had been like standing at the very edge of a cliff looking out at the most beautiful view she had ever seen and even though she knew the ground could fall from beneath her feet at any second, there was still a voice in her head telling her to jump over and into the sea below. Y/N spent the rest of the journey having a fierce internal battle, half of her was committed to forgetting Thomas Shelby even existed and thinking it ridiculous that he had any effect on her at all in such a short amount of time. The other half of her was able to offer no coherent argument or firm reasoning but instead longed desperately to be back under the gaze of his eyes.

When she got off the train in London it was already nearing dinner time and hunger had overtaken all other emotions. Y/N moved quickly through the busy London streets, listening to the calls of the stallholders who were trying to sell at least one last thing before packing up for the night, and after stopping briefly to grab some bits for dinner she was finally home. She lived on the middle floor of a shared tenement house, it wasn’t much and with her savings she could certainly afford more, but this was the world she felt comfortable in. The back door was just for her use, it meant she could come and go without drawing attention and the neighbours were less likely to notice if she were away for days at a time. Y/N tried not to get to attached to people or places, but this was the house she had lived in the longest, and despite her best efforts she had grown to care for some, if not all, of her neighbours. The family upstairs consisted of a father, who was either at work or drinking his wages at the pub, a mother who gambled away what little money made it home and their four children. Most of the food on their table was thanks to the money the older children earned running errands for Y/N. She never asked anything dangerous of them, but she paid them good money to keep a look out for red ribbons tied to a gate three streets away. Downstairs, there was a nice couple with a young baby who mostly kept to themselves, Y/N wasn’t even sure of their names, but still the wife was pleasant enough speak to when their paths crossed.

After unpacking and having a quick dinner Y/N was ready for bed, it wasn’t particularly late, but the events of the past few days had taken their toll, she was just about to change for bed when someone knocked at her door. Y/N grabbed a knife and made her way downstairs, she didn’t get visitors and it was to late to be one of the children from upstairs. Slowly she opened the door revealing the face of the woman from downstairs. “Oh, good evening, everything alright?” Y/N asked, carefully keeping the knife hidden behind the door as she held it open. “Yeah, I’m sorry to bother you, it’s just I was wondering if you had a bit of ribbon going spare?” The woman was young and had thick Birmingham accent that Y/N had never taken much notice of before. “Ribbon.” It was the only word Y/N could manage, it was more of a statement then a question and she was trying hard not to panic. “Yeah,” her neighbour continued “red if you’ve got it. My bloody brother has invited himself down and wants me to get him some ribbon. God knows why he wants it and why it has to be red, but I left it to late to get the shop. Karl hasn’t been very well today, so I had to wait for my Freddie to get home and watch him. You don’t look to well yourself.” Y/N had been frozen as she listened, a cold sweat beginning to form on her brow. “No. I haven’t.” again she had to fight with herself to get words to come out “Night.” She muttered as she pushed the door shut. Y/N felt her legs begin to wobble beneath her, so she sunk to the floor, listening to the footsteps moving away on the other side of the door.

“Fuck.” Y/N whispered, holding her head in her hands. How could she have been so stupid? Why had she never bothered to remember what her neighbours name was? She had done her research in Birmingham and knew that the Shelby brothers had a sister named Ada who had moved to London, but when she learned that the sister was nowhere near, she hadn’t looked any further into her. Y/N had thought her irrelevant to her job. If she had dug a bit deeper in Birmingham, if she had gotten to know her neighbour better, she would have realised sooner than this, that Ada Shelby lived downstairs from her. “Fuck!”

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