#poem phil huffy

[dabiconcordia]

Gambit There is a secret I’ll confess – I just don’t get the game of chess. Don’t think me dull or commonplace. (At crossword puzzles, I’m an ace.)

Oh, how I’d like to ponder moves which timely strategy behooves, but woefully, I never will advance a knight or keep him still or put my castle into play and execute a bold foray or plot a clever, clever sting to learn the conscience of a king.

If such achievements I forgo, I’m not without my talents, though. Just give me games I’ll understand, like Wordle, Hearts, or Candy Land. by Phil Huffy

[thirdwednesdayorg]

Natural Causes / Phil Huffy

Natural Causes / Phil Huffy

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Do you do blueycapsules William afton x reader?

If yes can you do a blueycapsules Clingy William afton x Reader?

One-shot please?

Maybe at The pizzaria?

And sometimes he get jealous?

It's okay if you Don't do this!

As you were shining Foxy's hook, you listened to him recite a poem about the "Seven Seas" that was recently programmed into him.

You were in charge of writing scripts for the animatronics' shows, including songs. And you always had them rehearse in front of you to make sure the words flowed smoothly from their voiceboxes.

On-stage, Foxy would take all the credit for coming up with his own sea shanties. But he never forgets who helped him in the first place.

"That's very good, Foxy." You patted his snout in praise, which made him chuckle heartily.

"Aye, thank ye....oh! That'd be Captain Afton I see over yonder!"

Looking behind you, you saw William staring at you as he was lugging a cleaning bucket across the floor, splashing water everywhere. He looked particularly stressed today, especially after the influx of kids who left an absolute mess throughout the place.

Janitors should seriously be hired.

Foxy just laughed. flipping his eyepatch up. "Off to swab the deck, I see! That bucket must be heavy for little ole you."

You would’ve laughed, too, but the brunette’s increasingly annoyed look made you think otherwise. “Now, now. Don’t be mean.” You lightly chastised the pirate. “You’re all set for tomorrow. Keep that hook shiny for me.”

“Arrr I shall keep it shiny and new!” He saluted, standing up and heading back behind his curtain.

With a nod, you hopped off the stage to help William out. “Here, lemme get that for you, dear.” You went to take the handle from him, your hand brushing against his own.

That simple action made his ahoge twitch--as if he was being electrocuted--and it went unnoticed by you.. Somehow even gestures like that made his heart skip beats. It was stupid and he didn’t know why.

He moved the bucket away from you rather suddenly, scowling. “I never said I needed help.”

“Oh..” You blinked. “From the way you were staring at me, I thought-”

“Well you thought wrong.” He scoffed, averting his gaze. “I was staring at the fox.”

“...okay then. I’ll just...I think I saw a spot on his teeth. I’ll go double-check.” After making the awkward excuse, you headed back to the stage.

But you didn’t get far as you heard the bucket drop and felt his arms wrap around you. “No. He’s fine.” He mumbled into your shirt, nuzzling his face into your back. “Stay.”

You sighed. It didn’t take much for his mood to flip like a switch, though you never thought he would get this jealous and clingy.

He acted like this while you were talking to Phil the other day, before acting all huffy and accusing you of being the clingy one when you confronted him about it.

Now you knew better. To just let him express himself without pointing it out to him. So you turned around to hug him properly. “Okay. I’ll stay.” You rubbed his back. That seemed to alleviate some of the tension in him as he sighed, holding onto you tighter.

William J Afton was a complicated man. 

But that’s what you loved about him.