#and i had to give abby a vest

[yazumo]

butch john jane and abigail

[hushedlover]

In your defense it was the week before your period and Mike looked so fucking good, jeans low on his hips and T-shirt clinging to his arms.

“Mike,” you whined with your shoulder hunched forward to show your sadness. “C’mon, who’s really gonna break into an old abandoned kids play place? It’s just a creepy dump.”

Mike had his back facing you as he dug around in one of his drawers looking for something. His shoulders tensed and raised slightly towards his ears as he sighed.

“Don’t start, please. You know I need this job. For Abby,” he rasped. It hurt your heart to see how tired he was. You knew he needed a break.

Searching for some new material to use against him in your argument, your eyes traveled the room. They passed over the bare walls with no luck and continued until they landed on his bed. Navy blue, rough material caught your eye. Mike’s security vest lay discarded on the bed. Your face lit up with mischief.

“Well, if I can’t convince you,” your voice trailed off as you inched towards the mattress. With your eyes locked on Mike’s back to make sure he didn’t turn around, you snatched the best into your grip. A triumphant smile pulled at your lips as you slid the material over your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to-,” Mike’s words cut off as he turned and saw you. His face fell impossibly more at the sight, but you saw the light that filled his eyes. You knew he just didn’t want to leave you when you looked so fucking good in his vest.

“Okay, that’s real cute. Now give it.”

He held his hand out, waiting patiently for you to hand over the cloth. His eyebrows raised in annoyance when you only smirked and crossed your arms. You took a single step backwards and his face morphed into one you only saw when you were being a true brat.

“Do not,” He warned. Your smile widened. He took a step forward. You stepped back again. That did it. Mike lunged towards you and you spun on your heel, sprinting off.

It didn’t take long for Mike to catch up. Big, warm, and calloused hands gripped your hips tightly and yanked you back into a hard chest. You didn’t have time to process before you were being spun around and lifted off your feet. Your lower abdomen folded over a broad shoulder, you chest hitting Mike’s back as you were tossed over his shoulder like a potato sack.

You were still disoriented and grappling at the back off his shirt when Mike’s big hand smacked down on your left ass cheek.

“You just never fuckin’ listen,” He growled as he carried you back into his room.

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[diedoverahat]

A Different Kind of Compensation.

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part two!

pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader

prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.

warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.

word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.

authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.

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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.

You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”

“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”

He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again. 

“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”

You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.

Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.

Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.

You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly. 

Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black.  His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.

“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.

Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.

Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids. 

Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.

"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.

Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.

Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."

Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.

As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."

He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.

"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.

Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.

He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.

“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”

Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.

Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.

“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.

It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.

Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.

He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.

After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.

You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.

It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.

He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”

You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.

You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.

“Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”

[artinvain]

abby is terrible and toxic and really good at gaslighting apologising and so sexy and oops - dacryphilia

• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ Abby had called you sixteen times. you huff as your phone rings, make that seventeen. your scalding shower cleared your mind for it’s duration but as soon as you stepped out you were bombarded with thoughts about abby.

was she okay? why should it matter to you, because she does stupid things when she’s upset. you chastise yourself for even defending her — you were the one that caught her sharing air with ellie. with her fucking hands on ellie’s hips, your best friend, the thought made you sick.

abby: please talk to me

you ignore the message, pulling clothes on while it continues to buzz incessantly. abby: I’m so sorry you saw that, I can explain

abby: I won’t stop I need you to talk to me

you sighed exasperated as you sat on your couch and started to type, redacting words and switching things around until your eyes hurt and you can’t see from the tears. you wanted to reply to abby, you wanted to give her a piece of your mind but why should you? she’d done this before, she promised —

you promised abby, you promised it wouldn’t happen again.

you bit your fist while waiting for her reply. more tears as you thought about your first reconciliation, when she’d finally earned your trust. and now you couldn’t even trust your best friend. abby stops typing and your heart drops, until she’s banging on your door and calling your name.

“baby, please, please open up for me,” she whimpers, “just wanna talk,” you hate yourself for it but open the door and abby sighs relived. you glare at her as she steps closer, “honey you know this happened last time too,” abby sighs stepping closer when you cross you arms and look away, “that was different-“ but abby shushes you and tips your chin up with her finger tip, looking down on you with big watery eyes.

“no it wasn’t -“ she whispered “you were wasted you thought you saw me kissing someone but I wasn’t,” she said softly, following your eyes, “but you and ellie -“ you sighed.

“we didn’t kiss, she wanted me to,” she hummed, “I would never, she was all over me,” a hand coming to sit gingerly on your hip. “I promise you baby, I’m all yours,” you lean slowly into her touch and -

god yes — she knows she’s getting you and almost feels bad, she didn’t like doing this but she couldn’t lose you, she would go on a killing rampage. she needed you. but abby also couldn’t seem to stop herself from making mistakes again and again.

“you didn’t kiss her?” you ask, you sort of felt bad for doubting her, abby took care of you, she protected you. you knew she had bad dealings but she kept it all away from you. “no love I didn’t,” she hums her hand cupping your cheek as your eyes start to leak.

“I’m sorry,” abby says, looking into your eyes and kissing your forehead, “I love you okay, and I wouldn’t - I can’t lose you,” she whines as your arms engulf her and she pulls you close her warm arms caging you. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers, kissing your temple, your cheek again and again until you’re desperately clawing at her vest, rugged her impossibly closer and tasting her lips, your mouth on hers -tongue licking into her mouth for a taste. her tongue lapped over yours, her arms pulling you in tight, her whole body apologising.

“let’s-“ you say inbetween kisses, “bedroom,” you stumble back through the hallway into your bedroom, as she removes your top and you run your hands over her sensitive tits until you fall into your bed. “m’gonna prove it,” abby says with ragged breath. “prove you’re mine, that I’m just for you,” she leans over you sucking your bottom lip and kissing you pressing her mouth to yours I need you is what she’s saying.

you grip her head as abby kisses down your chest, taking your bra off and gently squeezing your tits and then “fuck,” you moan as you tangle your hand in her hair as abby sucks on your nipples, lightly grazing them with her teeth, groaning as she mouths at and kisses all over your chest leaving marks glittering your torso. abby licked her lips as she lay between your legs, “i’m yours baby, jus for you,”

she slurs as she sniffs you mouthing your pussy through your panties, tasting your wetness and sucking on your clit, “ungh-abby,” you gasp, bucking your hips as she tears the fabric down your legs. she’s fucking drooling at the sight of you, humping the bed huffing like she was in heat. there was no one like you. she marvelled for a second how you pulsed as she gently touches your folds and spread you wide, her breath making you jump. “please! fuck abby please,” you didn’t realise you were crying but abby could hear it in your voice and she clenched her jaw, trying to stop herself from cumming, but when she tasted you she groaned loudly, her hips jerking as she explodes, she can feel her clit rubbing on her strap. gripping your thighs tight and laying your legs over her shoulders abby licks her thick tongue through you and suckles at your clit all the while, the tip of her tongue breaching your hole.

“jesus! fuck, abby!” you near yell as she devours you, her head shaking from side to side, her tongue constantly softly sucking and then her finger is curling gently into you, pressing in and out, “mhyour cunt is so fucking good baby,” abby words slur as she goes back to kissing and licking you. you moan loudly your thighs going to tighten around her head and she lets you muffle her ears, pulling you close and exploring your body with her free hand.

when she looks up at you, you’re glorious, skin dewey as you writhe and your nipples so tight, god she wants to suck on them again. and your face is beautifully contorted, your mouth open in a constant series of grunts and moans and callings of her name and god. “abby, shit, i’m - fucking ahh—“ you yelp as Abby stretches you, her fingers fitting you to the hilt and curling. your back arches and your brain melts as you shake, “fuck!” abby hears you, sees the tears on your pretty face and goes cross eyed. “abs- baby, abby! god that’s so good,” you grunt out your body still jerking and grinding up against her as she works albeit gently on you.

abby slowly releases you, her chin and cheeks covered in your sweet stickiness, she licks handfuls as she comes to kiss you, removing her pants and you don’t even question why she’s wearing a strap but you know it’s your favourite and you were too stuck dumb by pleasure to care.

“I’m yours, you hear me?” she moans as she slicks herself up with your cum and her spit, she eases you in, watches your face as you close your eyes up tight. “say I’m yours,” she tells you, gripping your cheeks and kissing your pouting mouth. “you’re mine, you’re fucking mine,” you scratch your nails down her back as she eases in to the hilt.

“mine abby, you’re mine,” and there are those pretty fucking tears again, “so pretty fuck,” she moans holding you tight and snapping her hips into you. “abby—“ you gasp “I can’t hold - I’m gonna cum,”

“cum f’me baby,” abby whispers, “it’s okay, please baby you can cum, please for me,”

You can barely breathe with the way your body constricts and then releases as she moan scratching Abby’s back and arm as she fucks you through your orgasm, until you’re yelling from oversensitivity, “okay baby, okay,” she cooes removing herself and kicking her strap off, pulling you in close and gathering a blanket to cover you. abby kisses your forehead and you lay on her chest. and you wonder if this cycle will ever end.

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[maiiruo]

abby anderson secretly loved when you got all dominant. she was desperate, carnal to make you feel so, so good.

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა⋆｡°✩ abby was so rarely submissive. she rarely let you dom her and, when she did, she would act all stubborn when you finished—as if she wasn’t the one begging to be fucked like, 5 minutes ago.

this time, you wanted to surprise her. knowing abby, she would act like she wasn’t enjoying it, only giving in once you slowly broke her and brought her to her limit. she done it to herself, really. she had just come back from patrol, putting on her big girl front as if you couldn’t tell she probably, no, definitely overworked herself again. as usual. “i’m fine! you think a few runners could shake me?” you were watching her chest rise and fall, up..down..up..down. she was trying so hard not to show how out of breath she was. “abby…you can tell me if it was a lot, you know that?” “course i do! come on, don’t worry about me. i wanna worry about you.”

she snaked her hands around your waist, so much bigger than yours that you were always surprised at how perfectly she fit against you. her arms tensed, veins lightly showing as she held your thighs to lift you, taking you both to your room with ease. you played along, moaning through kisses, telling her how much you wanted her. although you wanted to tease her, the temptation to give in was so, so strong.

eventually, you told her you wanted to ride her. nothing more, nothing less. “my pretty girl wants to ride me? sure, if your thighs don’t give out.” her pretty smile mocked you—she didn’t think you could do it. typical.

she already had her strap, laying on her back with that stupid smirk on her face. if stupid meant unbelievably hot you were dripping down your thighs, then yeah, she looked so fucking stupid. grabbing the rope from the drawer, you tied her arms together as tight as you could and gave her simple instructions. “you can’t touch me unless i say so.” her eyes widened, “fuck…are you trying to dom me again? god no, baby please not today. i just wanna fuck you, please?” she said “trying” as if you hadn’t done it before. she was in denial and it showed, so, so clearly.

it was your turn to use that stupid smile she always weaponised against you, giggling as you sat on her stomach and her ‘stupid smile’ turned into an extremely pissed scowl. you teased her nipples on top of her vest, using her sensitivity to your advantage. “f-fuck baby, come on. i can’t do this again.” you acted like you couldn’t hear her, still fixated on how her nipples perked up under the fabric, friction making her back arch so slightly. it was funny, really. the way you being gentle made her so frustrated. if you treated her the way she did you, you’re convinced she might genuinely die.

finally, you lifted her vest to get a look at her pretty nipples, all swollen and so much more sensitive than they were before. the cold nipped her skin, warmth only enclosing her once your lips latched around her. “shit…you wanted to s-see my boobs that bad?” she was still trying to uphold her little facade as if you couldn’t see her eyes flittering everytime you touched her.

“baby. i’m done, p-please let me fuck you. god i can’t do this.” she always did this. saying she ‘can’t do this’ before you even started doing anything. “you’ll be fine, abby. i’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

after abby waited “so long”, her words, you moved yourself off of her stomach to straddle her thighs, placing kisses on her red cheeks despite her still trying to look mean. she couldn’t intimidate you when she was the one tied up, completely vulnerable for you. “you wanna fuck me? you have to beg for it.” you’re sure she knew that yet her pride was still overbearing. “fuck no. i don’t know what you’re on for you to even think of me begging.”

as you said, she did it to herself. her pride was higher than anyone you’d ever seen, saying she needed to fuck you yet her pride was this strong? textbook insanity, probably.

apparently, you didn’t make her desperate enough for her to beg which seemed close to a crime in abby’s eyes. you put one of your hands behind her to rest on her leg, leaving your cunt exposed right in front of her face, letting her see how good it would feel to have your slick all over her cock. “oh this is fucking low.” she knew what you were doing and she hated it, struggling to undo herself of the binds you forced her into. you pushed your fingers between her pretty lips before slipping them through the folds of your pussy and exaggerating your whimpers to let her know what she was missing, what her pride was forcing her to miss out on.

“god fine i’ll beg, just—please. baby i need you, please let me fuck you—i’m sorry, i was stubborn but i promise i’ll be good. please ride me, i’ll do anything.” butterflies swarmed your stomach hearing abby beg so desperately. it had an effect no one else could even come close to replicating. still trying to uphold your dominance, you slowly slid down onto her cock while maintaining eye contact with abby—poor girl was more flustered than ever, she didn’t know what to do with herself. “you gonna call me mommy?” you teased her, half sure that she would use the last of her energy to call you insane for even asking. “uh-huh—t-thank you mommy, you’re so perfect…fuck—wanna touch you so bad, please m-mommy.” her eyes glossed over and her hips bucked ever so slightly, still fighting the ropes you tied her with.

the friction from her strap grazed her clit so gently, more than enough for her to completely lose it. her voice became so much louder than yours, whimpers that filled the room and her embarrassment no longer mattered. “m-mommy i wanna make you cum, please cum for me i’ll be good, i promise. i know i was lying—i won’t do it again, p-please i’m sorry.”

“baby— mommy, i’m sorry. please don’t stop, i won’t do it again.” she was so close to tears all because you stopped, her desperation taking complete control of her senses. of course it was only a strap but she could’ve sworn she could feel you around her cock. you carried on making yourself feel good, using her for your benefit and keeping the same speed you were at before.

“y-you want mommy to cum for you?” you were breathless, thighs aching from how hard you were fucking yourself. you’d never tell her that—she’d never let you live it down. “uh-huh, mhm please cum for me, i wanna cum with you mommy, please let me cum.” your voices revelled in each other, satisfaction filling the thick air that was filled with your sexes and your sweetness leaving a ring around the base of her cock. you slipped your middle and ring finger into your cunt one last time before making abby “open up.”, making her whimper as her tongue indulged in how fucking good you tasted.

you gently untied abby’s ropes before laying on her chest, kissing her nose and explaining how proud you were, how good she was for you. the embarrassment came flooding back through her head, hands flying to her face as her brain replayed the sounds she made, the things she said. “god i am never letting you do that again.” you gave her your famous sure you won’t look that made her double over, talking under her breath as if you both weren’t pressed up against each other. “maybe sometimes, or whatever.”

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[lavendertom]

The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 2

Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

wc: 1.9k

warnings: none! fluff, hurt/comfort if u squint, tiny age gap (as always, lmk if there’s anything i’ve missed)

summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing what’s in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings.

quick note, AU where nothing bad happens at the pizzeria, so we r diverging from that storyline slightly. more info to come next part :) happy reading!

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“Mike! Y/n is here!” Abby shouted through the house.

You had just walked through the front door of the Schmidt house. You had been Abby’s babysitter for just over a month now, but tonight was different. It was going to be your first night shift. Mike had just started a new security gig where he had to work a few nights each week.

So far, it’s been great babysitting Abby. The two of you have grown closer, doing more and more activities together. It rarely felt like work babysitting Abby. Becoming closer to Abby meant you were also, slowly but surely, growing closer to Mike.

You were hanging up your jacket on the coat hanger next to the door, looking up just in time to see Mike standing in the hallway in front of you. He had his usual attire on: some kind of long sleeved shirt with a jacket, a pair of jeans, and some old tennis shoes. But this time, a vest sporting the phrase “security” was worn over his jacket.

“Nice halloween costume.” you said sarcastically, holding in a small laugh.

“Don’t judge.” he said sighing, rolling his eyes. “Only I can hate it.”

“I’m just messing with you. You give that vest character.” you said, playfully pushing his shoulder as you walked past each other. You headed over to Abby as she sat at the dinner table, pushing her food around on her plate. “What’s up Abs?”

“Nothing. Can you tell Mike to stop making this stuff? It sucks.” she said looking up at you.

“Thanks for the feedback, next time I’ll leave dinner all up to you.” he said as he grabbed his keys and backpack. The young girl rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him when his back was turned. You pulled a chair to sit with Abby at the table when Mike walked over.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” Mike asked you, he placed his hands on the backs of the chairs. This was probably the 20th time he asked you this. He knew nights weren’t what you signed up for, but you were flexible and didn’t mind the change of plans.

“Yes, I promise. My parents are just across the street if we need anything.” you said with a smile.

“Alright, my phone number’s on the fridge if you need anything.” If only you knew I already had it memorized. “Abs you gotta be in bed by 9:30, you understand? You have school in the morning. Don’t give y/n a hard time.” Mike said as he ruffled Abby’s hair, kissing her head.

“Sounds like a plan.” you said, looking at Mike as he headed towards the door. “See you in the morning.”

He looked at you one last time before saying his goodbyes, shutting the door behind him. It wasn’t long before Abby had her first activity recommendation of the night.

“Can we have a movie night before bed?” she asked you. You decided to donate some of your old favorite movies to the siblings, giving Abby a whole new array of movies to choose from.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” you asked.

“The Little Mermaid!” she squealed.

The two of you made some popcorn, even allowing Abby a cup of her favorite soda, before settling down with some cozy blankets and pillows for your movie night. You watched as the girl sat in awe at the film playing before her eyes.

You always hoped to see the day a young child’s eyes would light up from experiencing your favorite films from your childhood. You never thought that feeling would’ve come from seeing Abby experience the magic for the first time.

You both sat watching the film intently, occasionally throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouths.

“Do you ever wish you’ll find a prince like Ariel?” Abby randomly blurted out.

“Yeah, I think it would be nice.” you said, not giving much thought to the silly question. Abby often asked questions like these. “Do you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m too little.” she scrunched her nose.

“Good answer.” you said with a small laugh.

You turned your attention back to the movie, taking a sip of your drink.

“I think Mike’s still waiting for his princess.” the young girl blurted out again. This time, it caught you off guard.

“Yeah?” you asked, choking on your soda a bit.

“He’s always so sad and tired. Maybe a princess would cheer him up.”

“What kind of princess do you think he would like?”

“Someone to make him laugh. Someone who gives him a big hug when he is sad. Someone who makes better mac and cheese than he does.”

You smiled at the girl listening to her list off all of the qualifications.

“That sounds like the perfect princess Abs.”

“You would be a good princess for Mike.” she blurted yet again, eyes still on the screen, catching you off guard once more.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you said, feeling your face warm up. You thought about that comment the rest of the night.

You somehow managed to get Abby to bed at 10, which isn’t bad considering how much she loves talking and playing with you. She went down fairly quickly, giving you the rest of the night to yourself.

You flipped through the channels on the TV, trying to stay awake, also trying not to think about Abby’s comment earlier. “You would be a good princess for Mike.” Ultimately, you failed, falling asleep to the sound of the 12am news.

At around 4:30am, you heard the sound of shuffling at the door, sitting up groggily to see what the fuss was. The door quietly opened and you heard the sound of a backpack hit the floor.

“I’m so sorry, did I wake you up?” Mike whispered.

“No it’s all good. I just kind of woke up on my own.” you replied, half lying, with a small yawn. “I tried to stay awake but the TV line up in the middle of the night isn’t fantastic.”

“You’re fine, y/n. You deserve rest while you’re on the job. You have class tomorrow anyways.” he said as he went to sit on the recliner next to the couch you laid on. You both sat in silence for a minute or two, it felt like forever. “How’d Abby do?”

“Great as always.” you said rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. “We watched a movie, I might’ve given her a soda. She went to bed at around 10, but I don’t blame her I was her age once too.”

“That’s good. No problems?”

“When has there ever been any problems, Mike.” you said with a chuckle. More silence filled the air.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

He thought for a moment, hesitating before he spoke up. “Thank you for all you do for us. I’ve really seen a change in Abby lately and there’s no doubt you are a big part of that.”

“Of course.” you said with a smile. “Abby’s a great kid.”

“You know things haven’t been easy.” he said with a sigh. “I think you bring just a little more happiness in her life – in our lives.”

You looked at him for a moment, noticing his eyes like you did the first time you met him. They were still that shade of brown with the little green specks, but this time they were filled with sadness. He looked absolutely drained. He knew you noticed the hopelessness in the interaction.

“I’m sorry about that, didn’t mean to drop any of this on you.” he said looking down at his hands.

“Mike, it’s okay.” you said softly, reassuring him. You just honestly didn’t know what to say.

You stood up from your place on the couch, watching him sit up a little taller in his own chair.

“Come here.” you said quietly, surprised he even heard you.

He stood up, stepping towards you quietly not to wake up Abby with the creaky floorboards. Once he was right in front of you, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. It took him a second until he also put his arms around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his shirt. You guys just stood there for a minute, you waited until he let go. You knew he needed this. You knew all of those things Abby told you earlier were true.

He finally let go, taking a small step back as your hands rested on his shoulders.

“You guys are going to be okay. I’m here for both of you.” you said looking into his eyes.

“I promise I’ll have the money by the end of the week.” he said, attempting to change the subject.

“Don’t worry about the money. You worry about you and Abby, whenever you have the money will be okay.” you said as you removed your hands from his shoulders.

“Are you sure? You have things you need to take care of too. College tuition is enough to worry about.”

“It’s okay, Mike. I’ll be fine.” you said with a soft smile. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, same time?”

“Yeah.” he said as you walked to the door grabbing your jacket. He followed behind. “Thanks again.”

He pulled you in for another quick hug, before you opened the door, waved bye, and began walking home. He stayed at the door until you safely crossed the street, like he always does, before closing it.

That morning, Abby had a lot to say about her movie night with you to Mike.

“She let me have soda before bed, Mike!” Abby exclaimed while she took a bite of her toast. “And we watched The Little Mermaid, and I asked her if she ever wished she had a prince like Ariel.”

“You know y/n is busy Abs. She has lots of homework, she doesn’t have time for princes.” Mike told his sister as he flipped through some mail. It was true though, some days you would end up doing homework during most of your time babysitting.

“She said it would be nice, then I told her that you definitely need a princess, and I told her that your princess needs to be funny and–“

“Alright Abby I think it’s time for you to go to school now.” Mike said, quickly interrupting her before she could say anymore.

“What?” she questioned him.

“Nothing.” he said standing up to grab his keys, avoiding looking at his little sister.

“I knew it! You have a crush on Y/n!” she said with a gasp.

“I do not, Abs.”

“I won’t tell her, I’ll keep it a secret, I promise!”

“Abs, I don’t have a crush on anyone. People don’t have crushes when they’re adults.”

“You’re blushing, Mike.” she said giggling as she ran to grab her backpack. When she returned, Mike was just heading out the door. Abby picked up her shoes, walking out of the door behind him.

As the pair walked to Mike’s extremely worn out Honda Accord, it just so happened you were also heading to your car just across the street. Abby took notice of this quickly, making sure not to miss this moment to embarrass her brother even more. It’s what little sisters do.

“Hey Y/n!” she shouted, making sure to drag out the ending super long.

“Hey Abby!” you shouted back. “Have a good day at school!”

“Mike say hi.” Abby said to her brother.

“Abby.” he said back, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Say it now or I’ll tell Y/n you have a crush on her.”

He gave you a small wave and a smile as he unlocked the doors.

“See you guys tonight!” you said happily as you got in your car.

“You so have a crush on Y/n.” Abby said one last time, grinning, just for good measure.

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okay here me out. abby teasing reader about having a crush on mike, and when he's around very 'subtle' teasing from abby to reader... SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT ITS BEEN ON MY MIND.

it makes sense! i was working on a little ficlet for the "mint" series and i think this works with it (,:

self care

a "mint" ficlet. read the og here: 🍫

tags: mint!mike and reader, fluff, no warnings, just cute stuff (:

mike lets out a long sigh as he turns the car off, rubbing his hands down his face. security work is exhausting, and while he understands working overnight shifts, he doesn't see how it's healthy.

he's always tired, always irritable, always ready to call it quits and say "fuck work", staying home until he's caught up on his winks.

it would be a dream for him, he thinks, but he knows it's not realistic. he's doing this to better his life, better abby's life; it would all be worth it in the end, he hoped.

he exits the car with no urgency, trotting his way to the front door. he's excited to see you and abby, eager to sit and eat breakfast with you guys, tell you about his night.

he turns the knob and it gives with no trouble, which makes his heart rate tick up. the door is never unlocked.

he bursts inside frantically, beginning to panic a bit when he sees that you aren't in your usual spot on the couch, cuddled into one of the blankets or sweeping your green mint wrappers into your hand. the tv wasn't on. there wasn't anything happening in the kitchen.

it was eerily quiet, too quiet for his liking.

"y/n?" he calls, wildly hanging his security vest and kicking off his shoes. "abby?"

mike wonders why the two of you aren't answering, beginning down the hall with his hands balled into anxious fists. what if something had happened to you two? what if he went into one of the rooms and found something undesirable, something that turned him frigid and reserved? what if someone had hurt you?

the light's on in the bathroom, framing the closed door in a fuzzy ring of yellow gold. mike hears voices, muffled but persistent, and music. it's all it takes for him to lean against the door, grip the doorknob and count down before he charges into the wood, slamming the door open and yelling into the bathroom.

you and abby squeal, bodies wracked with fear. you both have green paste all over your faces, spread around your eyes and mouths in a precise layer. you're holding onto your chest as you try to calm down, tapping on your phone to stop the music you're playing. abby heaves angrily, marching over to mike and giving him a moderately powered shove. "not funny, mike!"

"i wasn't trying to be funny," he utters, huffing along with you two. "i thought someone had broken in or something. the door was unlocked and i called for both of you but you didn't answer. i was terrified." you frown, shaking your head in disappointment at yourself.

"i'm really sorry, mike. i took the trash out earlier and i guess i forgot to lock the door when i came back in. i would never try to put abby in harm's way."

"no, no, it's okay," mike returns, taking a deep-rooted sigh of relief now that he knows you two are safe. "i know you wouldn't. mistakes happen, i just lost it a little. wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you two."

your cheeks heat up at "you two". you're flattered that he cares about your safety at the same level that he cares about abby's, or at all really. you knew that abby meant everything to him, but you wondered just how much you meant to him, exactly.

"that's totally understandable. sorry i didn't hear you calling either, we were kind of caught up in the music and face masks," you chuckle shyly, pulling the sleeves of the forest green sweatshirt you were wearing over your hands. it's mike's sweatshirt, one that he thinks he remembers giving to abby sometime ago. you look good in it.

"y/n was teaching me about 'self care', and how doing little things for myself is important. we started with skincare, see?" abby places her hands under her chin, using them to hold her face as she smiles.

it hadn't been your plan to use your $40 face mask on abby this morning, but you didn't mind. you'd been in the bathroom, humming along to the soothing ambient music that floated from your phone speakers and smothering your face in green like you'd be starring in Wicked when she appeared in the doorframe, bleary eyed and lethargic. "may i pee?"

you exited the bathroom and closed the door behind you, opening it back up once you heard the toilet flush and the faucet run. "what's on your face?" she asked, shaking the water off of her hands.

"it's a face mask. this one is my personal favorite. it's specifically for moisturizing the skin, but there are so many other ones that do different things. i do them sometimes as a part of self care."

"what's self care?"

"i can explain it to you. want to try some of the mask after you brush your teeth?" she nodded happily, beginning to shed any trace of sleepiness.

"my skin is a bit dry." you laughed at her, helping her with her toothbrush. after, you'd sat her on the bathroom counter, scooping product with your middle and ring fingers and smearing it across abby's delicate skin.

"so, it's just like...taking care of yourself? literal self care?" you nodded, filling in whatever gaps you could find.

"mhm. just doing small things to make yourself feel better, happy, more fulfilled. we all need to take care of ourselves, living these lives. it's important to remember to take time for yourself when you need it, okay? taking breaks is good. humans need rest."

"mike never rests," she admitted, pouting at the thought of mike working all the time, tired and distant from the strain on his mental and physical health. "i don't even think he knows what rest is."

"i'm sure he does, he's just working hard to make sure you're never in need. he cares about you a lot, and wants you to be safe, and happy, and taken care of."

"which is nice," abby muttered, turning to look at her face in the mirror. she smiled, humming in contentment before facing you again. "i just wish he would go do something. take off from work and go out. go on a date." you jovially scoff at her words, tickling at her abdomen.

"what do you know about dating, huh? does mike even like dates?"

"i think he'd like a date with you." your entire body flushed with mortification, and you stepped back from abby, stumbling over your words with nervous laughter.

"t-t-there's no way he would, abby. that's silly. i don't even like him like that, it would be unprofessional..." you bit at your bottom lip, avoiding abby's eyes.

"oh please. you're my unpaid babysitter, not a salaried nanny," she reassured curtly, and you frowned at her, playfully insulted. "plus, i know you have a crush on him, y/n. it's so obvious. i saw you nearly die when he gave you those mints. i'm sure he see stuff like that too if he wasn't so clueless about everything."

you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip so hard you drew blood. "well, jeez, thank you for the exposé, abby. still, i don't think he feels the same way. he has no time to think about me." abby only squinted at you, her lips pursed with amusement.

"or so you think." you'd waved her off, pivoting the subject by showing her your skincare collection, explaining all the different tubes and bottles. you'd fanned them out over the counter, grouping things by step.

"and this is vitamin c...usually comes before your moisturizer and helps with dark spots, dullness...you have to wear sunscreen when you wear it, but you should be wearing sunscreen everyday anyway bec----"

mike had burst in at this moment, scaring the shit out of both you and abby. how you'd forgotten to lock the door, you didn't know, but you're glad mike had gotten home before anyone else could enter.

now, mike just tiredly returns his sister's smile. "that's nice, abs."

"yeah, was telling y/n that you should try it. you need to rest and take care of yourself." mike nods, pursing his lips in that tickled way that abby did earlier.

"that so? do a couple of face masks, take a bath, and make some tea to renew myself?"

"sounds like a plan to me," abby cheers, looking towards you. "add going on a date to the list and now, we're talkin'."

"a date?" mike ridicules, shaking his head at abby's frivolous suggestion. "a date with who?"

"i may know someone," abby teases, winking over at you so unmistakably that you're sure you're going to combust with the number of times you've flushed hot. "someone not too far, in fact."

mike can tell that abby is killing you, prodding at your private, adult feelings and decides to make her stop. "okay, abs, that's enough. wash your face while i go talk to y/n, okay? and no eavesdropping."

"i can try, but not promise."

"abby," mike asserts, and she shrinks under his serious stare, mumbling, "okay, okay, jeez."

you follow mike out into the living room, once again tugging at the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it drapes over you nicely, about one size too big, and the color looks so nice against your skin, rich and earthy.

"thanks for looking after her, as always," he commends, eyes still trained on you as you return his kindness with a soft "yeah, always. sorry again about the door." but mike dismisses your apology with a wave.

after a moment, he says, "that sweatshirt's nice," rubbing his fingers against his stubbled chin.

you drop your gaze down, smiling at the clothing item. you liked it a lot. it was super comfy and smelled like their place, pacifying you through the late night and early morning. "oh thanks. i left my sweater at home and abby let me borrow this one. it's so cute on her but it's super big."

"yeah," mike snickers, letting out some air through his nose. "that's 'cause it's mine." your body's color is replaced with flaming red, burning from the top of your forehead to the soles of your feet. how many more times could you be embarrassed this morning?

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. here, i can give it back," you panic, beginning to pull the item over your head, careful to not get your face mask on it. mike stops you with a hand to your elbow, a gentle graze that doesn't move even when you have the sweatshirt back over your torso.

"hey, hey, no need. i gave it to her but i like how it looks on you. you look really beautiful...face mask and all." you blush vehemently, whimpering out "thank you" and bringing your thumb to your mouth to gnaw at so you don't say something else you might regret. you're sure mike can read your jitteriness, and you try to slip into a cool girl attitude when his eyes toss coyness your way.

you'd been babysitting abby for a while, and something about the way you continued to despite the hours and not being paid softened mike. of course he intended on paying you, but even when he did, he would always remember you as so kind, so generous; such a beautiful soul in a beautiful body.

"so...about that date?" he proposes, and the two of you hear a hushed, "yes!" around the corner of the wall. you both turn towards it, catching abby as she runs across the hall to her room.

"abby!"

"i said try!"

how flipping CUTE! i love cute shit like this, and after writing so much smut, it was nice to write something oh so sweet (((: gonna be posting smut next though lmao, just something slight, something slight. hope you enjoyed!

faire's seedlings ✿

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[hastyprovocateur]

Popcorn (Modern!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby and reader plan a quiet, laidback movie night, but reader gets derailed quickly.

Word count- 1.2k

Cw- sexual content, mature themes, fluff

• The jiffy pop blew up on the stovetop, giving off a warm buttery scent, filling the kitchen up with it. Abby had dealt with the pull-out couch already, clouding it with the fluffy comforter from your bedroom. You stood bent over the counter in your t-shirt and underwear, hearing the corn splutter and flower inside the foil.

• "Babe…” Abby appeared at the kitchen entrance, clad in boxers and a vest for the night. “Hey…” you wink at her as she sauntered closer, putting her hands on your hips, running them up and inside your t-shirt “Popcorn will be done in a minute” you place your hands on hers from over the shirt, resting on your belly.

• “I got the couch and DVD ready” Abby whispered against your neck as you swayed in place, her fingers tracing your ribs, meeting at your navel. “Fight Club again?” you feigned annoyance, and Abby snorted. “God… I can repeat those dialogues by rote” you lament even as your conscious fizzles at her touch, the warm cotton of her boxers rubbing against your butt. “It’s Top Gun” Abby laughed, and you exhaled in relief, resting your head back on her chest “Much better.” You hear the remaining kernels pop, twisting the gas knob off. “Much… much better” you turn around, letting Abby lift you onto the marble counter.

• “Can’t have you bored on movie night” Abby drew you closer, her cupped hands pulling your hips against her torso. “It’s house rules” you nod gravely, resting your arms on her shoulders, entangling your fingers in her dirty blonde hair at the back of her neck. “You talked to Lev?” you check again, and Abby nods “It sounded like a racket… he barely said anything” she laughed “Too buzzed for the sleepover, I guess.” “Someone’s having fun…” you kiss Abby’s nose as she slides a hand up your back, the back of her fingers nestling into the dip in your spine “And we’re not…?” she whispered against your lips, playfully nudging your chin up, leaving little pecks along your jawline.

“Our fun is about to start…” you utter through parted lips with closed eyes.

• Abby pressed play on the remote, extending her arm across the pillow for you to lay down on. You bring over the bowl of popcorn, carefully setting it down on Abby’s lap as you nestled next to her, resting your head on her shoulder. Her body against yours, almost scooping you into her big frame. The starting credits rolled with the background music playing.

• You trail your fingers up her forearm, curling over her sizeable bicep. “Comfortable?” she whispered against your neck, warm breath blowing over your skin, raising your hair on end. “Yeah” you chuckled, dabbing a freckle on her arm “Hope I’m not crushing your arm” you mumbled, getting a nudge back “When have you ever?” Abby curled her arm around you, sandwiching your face between her muscles “Now let’s watch our movie, shall we?” she kissed the top of your head, resting the remote on her chest as she turned her focus to the bright screen.

• You’d gotten distracted barely a quarter into it, lightly digging your fingertips into Abby’s arm, watching it rise back up. Soon, you resort to repeatedly pressing your cold lips onto her warm skin, like a teething baby. Yet to get a reaction from her. You pout, throwing a glance around the low-lit drawing room before you turn around, eyes affixed on Abby’s freckled face as you wormed closer. You trail a finger along her jaw, staring at the bridge of her nose. Her pale blue eyes sparkle with the shifting colors on TV.

• “Babe” you innocuously lean in, kissing her chin and waiting for her to turn to you. When she doesn’t, you slowly pepper her neck and jawline with more kisses, arm sneaking across her chest. “Babe” you almost whine, your voice breaking from how badly you love and desire her, snapping her out of the movie watching. She pressed pause on the movie, biting her lip as she set the popcorn on the nightstand, turning her attention back to you.

• “Are you bored or horny?” she hooked a finger under your chin, resting the pad of your thumb on her cheek as she inquired. “I just…” you drag your words out, eyes unable to meet hers “I can’t focus when I’m with you… it’s your fault.” “Is that so?” Abby pulled your face close, laughing against your lips “How do I fix that?” her face sobered, chest heaving ever so slightly as she trailed a hand below, grabbing your butt from over the comforter.

• “Abby…” you exhale as she mounted you, slowly sinking down onto your body, her hips cupping yours. Give me all your weight, you’d always tell her in bed despite her initial apprehension. Your hands travel around her hips, snaking into her shirt and up the soft skin of her back as you pull her closer, lips grazing ever so curiously. Abby yearned for more, returning for a deeper and sweeter taste, weaving in and out of kisses and sharp breaths. Abby slid her tongue down yours, her arms propped on either side of your head.

• Her boxers got caught on your medley of knees and ankles, laughing as she finally managed to get them off, tossing them to the side. She tried to figure out the twisted panties around your thighs, yanking it off one leg and leaving them on. Abby crouched lower, hands making designs across your waist, down your hips, gripping the sides of your thighs, and parting them to dive face-first into your soaking folds. “Fuck” you yelp while losing breath as she sucked up and down, savoring every inch of you, sending you into a pleasurable fit. She held your trembling legs until you were leaking strong orgasm on her tongue, slurping back every last drop.

• “Come here, baby” you bark, still in orbit from the climax. Electrified, you drag her back up your body by the corner of her shirt only to yank the hem up to her neck. You mouth her breast, tenderly rolling your tongue around her nipple, feeling it grow even harder. Her brows crease from the strain of holding back, hands knotting into your hair and pulling as she twitched.

• You grip the arch of her waist, the other slipping between her legs from behind, rubbing her slit till you felt that heavenly slick coat your fingertips. “Come on” you urge her, fingers curling up inside her as she begins groaning softly into the cushions. She rubbed harder down onto you, hips grinding with a quicker, firmer rhythm until a gentle, defeated yelp left her lips. Her walls flex on your fingers as she comes down from the high. “Just… stay” you huff, your bodies returning to the default of snuggling close, gasping and laughing as the pure skin on skin soothed you both.

• Some tissue paper and bathroom breaks later, you find yourself clothed and nestled back in the crook of her neck; head on her shoulder, and hand on her chest. You stare wistfully up at her face with a sweet smile as Abby watches the movie with rapt attention, gently stroking down your back with the back of her fingers. The remote once again sat on her chest. “Babe…” you giggle, leaning in to kiss her again. “LET ME FOCUS” Abby feigned annoyance, and you giggled harder, getting smacked on the butt a couple of times before she pulled you in, giving you a big kiss.

• “Seriously, let me watch the movie now!”

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Three

Day: Friday, January 5th Time: 8:30 PM EST

Neil hesitated, then set the bag on Matt's bed and struggled out of his shirt. It was getting a little easier every day, but it hurt when he raised his arms too high and when he twisted he felt the pull at his stitches. He got his shirt over his head and to his elbows before Andrew got tired of watching him struggle and tugged the shirt loose. Andrew tossed it off to one side and didn't look to see where it landed. He was more interested in the scars and bruises covering Neil's front. Andrew reached for the bandages on Neil's wrists, and Neil let him rip tape and gauze off. The scabs looked worse today than they had when he first landed in South Carolina. Abby was right; he needed to let his wounds air. Neil dragged his stare up from the ugly lines striped across his wrists to Andrew's face. Neil wasn't sure what he was looking for: a hint of Wednesday's violence or last semester's callous, cheerful dismissals. He got neither. Andrew looked a thousand years from all of this, detached and unconcerned. On Neil's right shoulder was a burn scar, courtesy of getting smacked by a hot iron. Andrew put his left hand to it, fingertips lining up perfectly with the raised bumps the iron's holes had left behind. His right thumb found the puckered flesh from a bullet. Neil had slept in his bulletproof vest for almost a month after that close call, too scared to take it off. His mother had to bully him into shedding it long enough to wash up. "Someone shot you," Andrew said. "I told you someone was after me," Neil said. "This," Andrew dug his fingers harder into the iron mark, "is not from a life on the run." "My father gave me that. People came by asking questions about his work. I didn't say anything, but I didn't sit still enough, either. He hit me as soon as the door closed behind them. That's why I gave you 'Abram'," Neil said. "I don't want to give you my father's name because I don't want anyone to call me it ever again. I hated him." Andrew was quiet a long time, then dropped his hand to the slashes across Neil's gut. "Renee said you refused our knives. A murder magnet like you shouldn't walk around unarmed." "I'm not," Neil said. "I thought you were going to watch my back this year?" Andrew glanced up at him again, expression unreadable. He said nothing, so Neil pressed on with, "You're not actually a sociopath, are you?" "I never said I was." "You let them say it about you," Neil said. "You could have corrected them." Andrew waved that off. "What people want to think of me is not my problem." "Does Coach know?" "Of course he does." "Then your medicine...?" Neil asked. "Were those pills really anti-psychotics?" "You ask a lot of questions," Andrew said, and left Neil alone to get dressed.

Art used with permission by Danka-In-Art. Thank you @danka-in-art!

[bloatedandalone04]

Keep Quiet

➪the one where you’re abby’s sitter and mike shows you just how much he appreciates you always being there for them.

Warnings: smut, swearing, no spoilers for the fnaf movie, will anyone even read this, who knows

Word Count: 1.6k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Mike entered the house as quietly as he could, his keys held tightly in his hand as he practically tip-toed his way further into the cluttered living room. 

“Hey,” he greets you as he gently sets his keys down onto the table and shrugs off his work vest. “How was your night?”

You sit up from your lying position on the couch and smile at him. “Good,” 

He gives you a tired smile back. “And Abby?”

“A little angel,” 

Mike laughs as he takes off his hoodie and throws it over the back of the chair before sitting next to you. “She always is for you. She’s a brat for me,”

You hum, your eyes narrowing at the bandage wrapped around his left forearm. “What happened?” You ask and gently run your fingers along the white material. 

“Nothing, I just cut myself,” he brushed off your question and moved to sit a bit closer to you. “Is she still sleeping?”

You nod. “I’d say she’ll be asleep for another hour,”

“Perfect,” he mumbled, caressing the side of your face and guiding you into a soft kiss. You kiss him back, your hands fisting his shirt a bit as you pull him even closer. “I missed you.”

You moan quietly against his mouth, pulling away just enough to be able to whisper back, “I missed you, too,”

Mike pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your knees digging into the couch on either side of his hips. “I don’t say it enough,” he rasped in between kisses, his hands sliding up your back and creating goosebumps in their path. “But thank you for everything you do for me and Abby. I’d be so lost without you.” 

You pull away and kiss his cheek and jaw a few times with a dumb smile on your lips. “Doesn’t matter how often or not you say it. You make me feel so wanted all the time, Mike, I’d do anything for the two of you,” 

He gives you a small grin that tells you just how grateful he is for you, and your body quickly heats up as you look into his darkened eyes. “She loves you,” he says. “And so do I.” 

Your smile widens and you kiss him again. “Let’s go to bed, please? You look like you haven’t slept in days, and I know I look similar since I can’t sleep without you. We’ll set an alarm so Abby’s not late for school,” 

Mike shakes his head and kisses along your neck. “Not yet,” he murmured and gently gripped your waist as he slid his right thigh in between both of yours. “I wanna get my sexy girlfriend off first, who I’ve been neglecting lately.”

You bite down harshly on your bottom lip as he guides your body forward. “You haven’t been neglecting me,” you assure him, holding his shoulders tightly as he grinds your hips against his. “You’ve been busy. You have Abby you need to take care of, as well as yourself. I get that.”

He runs his nose along the curve of your jaw before pulling away to look up at you. “I want to take care of you, too. All the time,”

He sounded so genuine, and the fact that he wanted to look after you on top of everything else in his busy life had you feeling a bit lightheaded. “Mike,” 

“Come on, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your lips and chin and moving downwards until he was nipping at the base of your throat. “Let me get you off.” 

Your hands grip his shoulders tightly as he rocked your core against his jean-clad thigh. “You don’t need to,” you say and hold back another moan as he kisses along your neck. “You’re tired, Mike. Let me get Abby ready for school so you can sleep.”

He shook his head before lifting his gaze. “I’m not tired, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you forward and making a moan slip from your lips. Mike smirked up at you and glanced at the doorway that led into the hall. “Speaking of Abby, you need to be quiet or else you’ll wake her up before I can even make you come.”

“Mike,” you moaned rather loudly despite his warning, and leaned in to place your mouth against his. He kisses you back and gently grabs your hips as you begin to move against him at your own pace, bending his knee a bit and giving you a more firm surface to grind against. 

Despite trying to be as understanding as possible, you had begun to miss your boyfriend. You knew he decided to take the night shift job simply because it would prove that he’s a suitable guardian for Abby and that he can actually keep a job, so you couldn’t be upset at that.

Really, you were upset as the only time you had with him was after Abby went to bed and then he took you to his, but he hadn’t had the time to do that since taking up this security guard gig. 

You moan quietly against his mouth and the sound goes straight to his dick, but he knew there was not enough time to go all the way right now, and he was satisfied with just you getting off for the time being. 

Though, if he had it his way, he would carry you to his bed right this second and spend the rest of the day with you in it. 

“I miss you,” came your quiet confession as you rode his thigh. Your fingers twisted in his shirt as he helped guide your body closer and closer to his with every lift of your hips. 

Mike looks at you with lust filled eyes and a guilty expression, his hands gripping your waist a bit tighter at your words. “I know. I know, I’m sorry,” he murmured and placed quick kisses up the side of your neck until his mouth met yours. “I’m sorry. I miss you, too, sweet girl.”

You felt your high slowly approaching as you softly ground down against him, quiet whines leaving your kiss swollen lips. “You’re such a good guy, Mike,” you praised, sliding your hands up higher and tangling them in his dark hair. “You’re such a good brother, and such a good boyfriend. You make me feel so special all the time.” 

He looks at you with nothing but adoration and love in his eyes, his lips slightly wet from their actions against your own. “You deserve it,” he promised, moving your body a bit quicker against his thigh. While he wanted nothing more than to take his time with you, he needed to have Abby up and ready for school soon. With that being said, this quick morning sesh on the couch was only the beginning of his plans for you. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”

You blush and bury your face against the side of his neck, tugging on his hair a bit harder as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten even more. “Mike,” you gasped quietly, hearing him grunt in response to your relentless pulling at his hair.

“You are,” he swore in his deep and raspy voice, kissing your jaw and sucking at the skin below your ear. “Now come for me, sweet girl.”

Your mouth opens in a silent moan as you cling onto him. It wasn’t the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, but since it was with Mike it still had your eyes squeezing shut and your fingers holding onto him in a death grip. “Fuck,” you cry out and lift your head again so you could kiss him. 

Mike’s hands continue to roll your hips forward until you’re shaking slightly, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth and being muffled by his own. “Good girl,” he praised and the two simple words had your head spinning.

He pulls your front right up against his and wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the first time in nearly a week.  He hates the fact that, despite your previous words, he has been neglecting you lately. He didn’t mean to, and it was no secret that he would never intentionally push you aside, but he still felt awful about it. 

He could only hope that this new job would help him find some sort of stability in his life. 

Before he could deepen the messy kiss, he hears Abby’s voice call out for him from down the hall. “Mike? Are you home?” 

You pull away from him with a pout and move off of him, smirking a bit at the wet spot you left behind on his jeans. Mike smirks, too, as he quickly grabs a blanket and throws it over his lap just as Abby enters the room. “Hey, Abs,” he greets in his normal voice, making you smile as you stand behind the couch. “Are you getting ready for school?”

Abby nods and runs around the back of the couch to hug you quickly, her cute face grinning up at you before she was messing up her brother’s hair and running down the hall towards her room again.

She adored you, and you were pretty much obsessed with her, and Mike knew he needed to tell his sister that he had fallen in love with her babysitter soon before she caught on.

You laugh as he shakes his head and smooth out the mess she made as you bend down to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for that great start to my day,” you mumble, kissing his lips quickly before standing back up. “I hope you’ll let me repay the favor later.”

His hand reaches out to wrap around your wrist, and he pulls you back down. “As soon as she’s at school, I’m all yours,”

You hum, kissing him again. “Sounds perfect,”

[bteezxyewriter12]

Halazia~ Yunho

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Yunnie", I moan, his tongue licking me so fast, my hand in his hair, pulling hard

"You taste so good jagi", he groans, burying his face deeper between my legs

I don't know how he has the stamina to do this after the performance he just did

The comeback promotions for Halazia just started

And my boyfriend looks so fucking hot

I love watching him dance

I go to as many dance practices as I can but seeing him on stage just hits different

He's more intense, giving his all

I was in the crowd this time and I fucking swooned so hard

I love the little body wiggle he does in the beginning of the song

When I saw that in the video, I paused it and we ended up fucking right there

Then I watched the rest and he was thoroughly fucked again

He was amazing as always, dancing hard and singing beautifully

The part where he dropped to his knee to sing turned me on so much and images of him in this exact position, eating me out just like this burned in my head

During the performance he even looked over at me since I was right in front, keeping eye contact for a few seconds before turning away

Soaked my panties right there

I didn't even have to say anything to him when I got back stage

He took my hand as soon as I walked in the dressing room, dragging me being him to another empty room where he proceeded to lock the door, get my pants and panties off, drop to his knees and bury his face between my legs

"Fuck baby", he moans, his tongue flicking my clit over and over, stars blasting in my eyes, "You don't know how fucking worked up you got me"

"Me?", I pant, wondering what he's talking about

He's the one working me up

"Mmm jagi. Seeing you in the crowd, screaming my name, cheering, fangirling over me, fuck I had a hard on the whole performance"

Did he?

It didn't seem like it

He danced intensely like he always does

But then again, he's a professional and I guess he knows how to dance with a hard on

"Couldn't wait to be on my knees, eating your perfect cunt", he murmurs, tongue fucking into my hole a few times before pulling out, "Impaling you on my cock, making you scream my name more"

Oh my god, he is such a turn on

I watch his mouth wrap around my clit, sucking softly and I cry out in pleasure

Each suck gets faster, harder, more intense, bringing me closer and closer

"Cum in my mouth jagi", he asks, his tongue plunging in my entrance, my cunt tightening on it immediately

His thumb moves to my clit, rubbing circles into it while his tongue wiggles inside, mouth sucking

"Yunho, fuck Yunnie!", I yell, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I cum around his tongue

His moans reach my ears, his tongue disappearing then pushing in again and again

My leg that's not on his shoulder buckles and he grabs me, holding me up

He only moves away when I push his head away

He swiftly moves my leg to the floor, pulling me down to the floor with him

His lips crash against mine, tongue in my mouth as I sit on him

I pull on the tie that holds his jacket together, shoving it off his huge shoulders, then start unbuttoning the vest underneath while he gets my shirt and bra off

Moving the vest off his perfect body, I tear my lips from his attaching them to his chest, my hands touching his muscular body anywhere I can- his sides, his upper arms, his shoulders, his chest

I can't get enough of him

Touching him, feeling his hard muscles, his soft smooth skin, his perfect lips on mine, on my body

His gorgeous hands on me

I love him so much it's sometimes overwhelming

He's my perfect man and I'm never letting him go

Breaking the kiss, I undo his pants, both of us moving fast to get them off

Leaning against the wall, he picks me up, getting me in his lap and I straddle him

His hand moves to the back of my head, pulling me into an intense kiss that I completely fall into

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bury my fingers in the back of his hair while he holds his cock up, moving me onto him

As soon as his head enters me, I push down, taking him in to the hilt right away

Both of us moan in each other's mouths at the feeling of our bodies meeting

His cock is so big, thick and unbelievably hard, stretching me out and filling me perfectly while I throb hard around him

Having him inside me is another experience in itself

He doesn't have to move, my pussy automatically latches on to him, wanting him inside

I crave him, I'm addicted to him and I wouldn't have it any other way

Kissing him deeply, I move my hips, rocking and grinding on his cock, making his head rub against my spot

His arms wrap around me as I shiver, holding me against him, his hands softly running on my back

"You feel so good baby", he murmurs between kisses, "Always so fucking good for me"

"Mm Yunnie. You feel good, always so hard"

"You make me that way jagi", he says, his lips on my neck, hands squeezing and groping my boobs softly

I hop up and down his cock in between rocking on him, feeling the bliss only he can give me

He lifts my boob up, his mouth wrapping around my nipple, sucking hard

I moan his name, my cunt flooding his cock from the suddenly spike in bliss

"Fuck jagi", he murmurs, continuing to suck on my nipple, his hands moving to my hips, rocking me harder on his dick

He presses up into me, his head rubbing my spot at a constant rate and I clench his cock hard

"Oh god fuck", he moans, switching to my other nipple

I'm so close, I just need a few more rocks on him

"Yunho!", I cry, coming around his cock, my body shaking in his arms

"Fuck, yes. There we go baby. Good girl", he praises, keeping my hips moving back and forth

When the bliss ebbs, he whispers in my ear, "Lemme see you bounce on my cock jagi"

I nod, immediately sliding up and down his cock, feeling him drag through my cunt, reopening me over and over

"Fuck yes", he groans, "God you're so wet, creaming my cock so much baby. I feel it all over my lap"

I definitely am soaking wet but that's just how he makes me

Leaning on his shoulders, I move faster, taking him in deeper

His eyes stay on mine, love shining through, making me smile

I'm so lucky to be his, to have his love

I'll never take that for granted

Ever

He watches me, his mouth slightly open, breathing hard, sweat in his hair

I run my fingers in the front on his hair, pushing it back, then move my fingers down his smooth face

His hand reaches up, taking my hand, kissing my palm

Love swells in my heart for this gorgeous man

"I love you", I tell him, "So much"

He pulls me to him, his mouth against mine in a deeply sweet kiss

Moving us, we end up on the floor, the soft carpet on my back, his huge body over mine

He managed to stay buried inside me, pulling my legs around his waist, lips still locked on mine

His arm snakes behind me, around my back, holding me against him, my hands around his neck, his other arm by my head, holding him up

His hips roll into me, plunging his cock deep inside, head hitting my spot

"I love you so much", he says, when he breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead on mine, "You have no idea jagi. You're everything to me. I love you more than anything in this world"

I can't stop the smile that bursts on my face at his sweet words

"I love you more than anything too Yunnie. I never loved anything or anyone like I love you"

His smile is so fucking stunning, I just stare at him in awe, "You don't know how happy that make me jagi"

"I do know baby", I answer, "Because I feel just as happy when you say you love me"

His smile widens before he kisses me again, his hips moving, cock thrusting into me

Moaning in his mouth, I grip his hair with one hand, my other clinging onto the necklace that he's wearing

The beads feel smooth and cool in my hand, a contrast to how hot my body is

He picks up his speed, the sound of his skin hitting mine sounding in the room along with the squelching of his cock burying in my pussy

Pulling from my mouth, his lips land on my neck, tongue licking, mouth sucking on my skin

"God this pussy is the best. Taking me so fucking well, sucking me back inside", he murmurs, "You love me inside this much jagi?"

"Yes Yunnie. Yes fuck. More", I cry, twisting my fingers in the necklace

His mouth leaves hot kisses along my collarbone, his cock bringing me so close

"Get tight baby. Choke my cock", he pants, groaning loudly when I clench and hold his dick

His slams into me over and over, my mind turning off

"Fuck, my pussy's gonna cum", he murmurs against my skin, plunging his cock so deeply

Stars blast in my vision as ecstasy takes over completely

I scream his name as I cum, riding the waves of unbelievable pleasure

I feel something in my grip snap, small objects hitting my skin everywhere but I can't figure out what it is through the pleasure

"Joanne, jagi, fuck", he yells, burying his throbbing cock inside me, his cum filling me, "Oh my god, oh my god. Baby, yes"

Once the pleasure is over, I open my eyes, coming to my senses, realizing that I broke his necklace, the beads all around and on us

Yunho is laying on top of me, breathing hard, his face buried in my neck

He lifts his head up slowly, smiling at me and I just smile back

His fingers run in my hair, pushing it out of my face, his brown puppy eyes on mine

"Marry me", he whispers

"What?", I ask, so shocked

I did not see this coming

"Marry me", he repeats, "I love you so much jagi, it's insane. I literally can't be without you. I don't want to. I know you're it for me, my dream girl, the only one I want"

"You're being serious?", I question, letting his words sink in

He nods, "I have a ring for you baby. In my bag in the dressing room. I was waiting for the perfect time to ask you but I just couldn't stop myself. I-"

"Yes", I interrupt

His eyes widen, whispering, "Yes?"

I nod, "Of course it's yes Yunnie. I love you more than anything. I want you forever. I was already never planning on letting you go so the answer is easy for me. It'll always be yes, I'll always choose you. Always"

"I'll always choose you jagi", he promises, "And I can still do a proper proposal, take you somewhere special, go down on one knee-"

I shake my head, "You don't have to baby. This is a proper proposal. I can't think of a better way for you to ask me. It's just me and you, away from everyone, in each other's arms. It's perfect"

He smiles is dazzling as he nods, "Ok jagi. If you're sure"

"I am", I assure him, "Now kiss me Yunnie"

His soft lips pressing against mine in the next second and I kiss him back, so fucking happy that I get to have my Yunho for the rest of my life

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Here’s a Mike Schimdt one shot. It’s my first one, hopefully it’s good. Much love!

Pairing: Mike Schimdt x reader

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It was a slow day today, nothing much to do considering I had already gotten off of work. I had nothing to do except sit on the couch and watch my favorite show. Especially since it was raining hard outside, any and everything I wanted to do outside when I got home, was completely swept away.

I got up heading into the kitchen, up until my house phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N).” I smile upon hearing the voice of my childhood best friend, “Mike? Hey, how are you?”

“Good, good. I know it’s so sudden, but can you do something for me?”

“Of course, what’s up?” I ask sitting up in my arm chair, ready to hear what he was going to ask of me.

“Can you watch Abby for me tonight?” He asked and before I could respond he talked over me. “I apologize for not asking ahead of time, but my babysitter cancelled on me, and I needed someone I could trust to watch her and-”

“Mike!” I exclaim, with a subtle laugh. “I’ll do it, you know I’ll always help out. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be there in a few.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“No need. See you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and immediately got dressed.

It’s been a bit since I’ve seen Abby, and I missed her. She was such a sweet girl and just a ray of sunshine, when you get to know her. I’d take any chance I get to see her.

And it hurt when Mike told me that his aunt was trying to take custody of his little sister. She doesn’t see the good in him and how hard he’s trying to give her anything and everything.

I’d do anything in my power to stop them from getting separated.

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“What are you doing?” Abby asked as she walked into her brother’s room, hearing squeaking noises from the bed, caused by her brother jumping on top of it. All an effort to grab the Nebraska poster from the ceiling, ripping a corner of it in the process.

“Abby, do you need something?” Mike asked slightly annoyed with a hint of frustration, at the fact that Abby was wearing his work vest.

“No,” Abby stated.

“Alright, quit playing and take that off,” Mike demanded as he walked to the foot of the bed, pointing at the security vest. “I have to go to work.”

“I know, I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” He said as a matter-of-factly. “Gimme the vest.”

“No.” She said, causing Mike to literally sink down to her level.

“Give me the vest. Now.” He demanded once more.

“I’m coming with you.” Abby said bending over, then both now in the same stance, yet both of them wanting two completely different things.

Abby and Mike continued to fight, as (Y/N) walked in, hearing the commotion. “Hello?”

I closed the door behind me as she stepped inside, slowly sliding the hood off my head.

“Hellooo?” I asked once more taking off my jacket and set it down on the couch, in a way that didn’t cause the couch itself to get wet from the rain.

I watched as Mike carried Abby to her room, and she grabbed onto the wall trying to stop him, “He’s taking my vest!” But her actions were soon proven futile against her stronger, older brother.

“Gimme it!”

“No!” Mike said as he closed the door to Abby’s room, stopping in the hallway to get a look at (Y/N). “She’s all yours.” He huffed walking into his room.

I laughed, walking down the hallway to Mike’s room and leaned up against the doorway. “So, what was that about?”

I asked as Mike went back to trying to get the poster down from his ceiling. “Abby being Abby, I guess.”

“I see.” I nodded, getting closer to the bed. “Need any help?” I ask as I followed him into his room.

He shakes his head ‘no’ as he managed to get the rest of the poster down without it ripping. I took a glimpse at the poster, “Trying to manifest going to Nebraska?”

He didn’t respond, as he was in somewhat of a rush to get his things together and head over to Freddy’s.

“Can I ask you something?” (Y/N) asked.

“I don’t really have the time, but you can ask me when I get back-”

“It’ll only take a second.” He lets out a sigh before, nodding continuing to grab his work items.

“Why now of all times, call me, to help babysit? Don’t get me wrong, I love Abby like she’s my own, but why you haven’t called me? Let alone texted me in almost three months. What’s going on?”

“Look, I’m sorry, I am. But I gotta go.” He rushed over to the front door, and followed behind him.

“Mike.” I said, one last time before he shrugged his shoulders and left closing the door behind him. I sigh and lock it before turning around to see Abby’s door, slightly ajar.

“You heard that, didn’t you?”

“If I say yes, will you not get mad at me?”

I laugh, “I could never get mad at you.”

“I heard all of it, you guys need to work on your inside voices.” She admitted, opening the door more.

“Alright, Missy, in your room now.” I said with a point of my finger.

“You said, you wouldn’t get mad.” She teased.

“I’m not ma- just get in there,” I said, with a laugh. “I’m going to get dinner ready, okay?” I heard her laugh, as I began to scour the cabinets for something to make.

After having made dinner and making sure Abby and I were both fed, I put away the leftovers in a small container and turned the lights off. I tucked Abby in, closing her door before figuring out my own sleeping situation.

I could sleep on the couch, but I could also sleep in Mike’s bed, and wake up before he gets home, and lay on the couch. I eventually went with the latter and soon fell asleep in his bed.

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I hear keys clinking together as someone opened the door, I know it would be Mike, and I should’ve gotten up but I was much too sleepy and comfortable to get up and proceeded to close my eyes.

I heard the door knob turn and gust of wind blew into the room, now I knew for sure, it was Mike. I sat up and opened one of my eyes.

“Comfortable?” He asked, with a chuckle and set his stuff down.

“And if I am? You going to make me get up?”

“No, no, but I do need to talk to you about what you said yesterday..” He said, and sat down on the bed, as if he was going to read me a bedtime story.

“I.. The only reason why, I haven’t contacted you was because-”

“What are you guys doing?” Abby asked in her sleepy voice as I she stood in the doorway.

“Nothing, Abby. We were just talking.”

“Sure..” She said and smiled at us before running away as soon as she saw Mike walk up to her and closed the door.

“So, what happened?”

“It’ll tell you later.”

“Mike, it’s always later. Later. Later. You can’t keep pushing it off to the side.” He didn’t say anything knowing that I was in the right. I scoffed and brushed past him picking up my things.

“Where are you going? Is it because of what I did?”

“No, Abby that’s not why I’m leaving, I’ll be back though. Don’t you worry.” I smiled at her and gave her a hug. I glanced in Mike’s direction before leaving his house.

I love both Abby and Mike, but I needed time to myself for a while..

[blacktabbygames]

How did you advertise your VNs? Trying to advertise a horror one of my own but I’m really struggling with marketing and any advice would be really appreciated 💜

The easiest way to grow an audience is to already have an audience. This sounds cheeky and unhelpful, but before I get into any details, I think it's important to acknowledge that Abby already had a sizable following before we started working on Scarlet Hollow, and Scarlet Hollow's success meant that we had an even larger following by the time we started promoting Slay the Princess. So please take whatever I say in the rest of this post with a grain of salt. I'm also going to write this post assuming that whoever is reading it has very little understanding of digital marketing, so it might explain some concepts you're already familiar with.

If you want a bird's eye view of VN promotion once you already have a base to work from, I did a pretty lengthy write-up about Slay the Princess' announcement and demo launch which you can find here: https://blacktabbygames.medium.com/how-slay-the-princess-earned-25-000-wishlists-in-two-weeks-3c69304312bc

Assuming you're starting from nothing, though, congratulations! We live in a world of algorithms that, for better or for worse, actively promote content that people find engaging.

The most powerful of these algorithms for a game developer will be Steam, which controls something like 90% of the PC market, and which has a vested interest in using that clout to make itself more money.

The way it works is this: if you go onto Steam, like any other storefront, you'll see a lot of buttons and widgets promoting various games. We'll call these capsules "impressions."

Different slots are essentially "worth" different amounts to Steam, with those front page impressions on the above image pretty much the most valuable slots on the platform. Steam has only so many impressions it can fill each day, essentially limited by the number of times individual users access different parts of the store. And filling these slots is how the algorithm comes into play.

The Steam algorithm is a bit of a black box, and has all sorts of components like personalized recommendations, but at the end of the day, Steam is going to try and make as much money as possible every time it generates an impression. So at its bottom line, there's two metrics that outweigh everything else:

Money generated per impression given — once your game is out, if an impression is more likely than other titles to generate a sale, Steam will be more likely to give you that impression. Raw dollars are what matters here, so a $60 game being sold every 10,000 impressions is going to be given precedence over a $30 game being sold every 6,000 impressions.

Barring the above, projected money generated per impression given. So, if, say, 1% of people click on a capsule and visit your store page, and 20% of them wishlist your game, and 20% of wishlists convert for the average game, Steam can take a guess at how much an impression will be worth.

All of this is to say that if you make it so that your Steam page, game title, and capsule images are interesting and capture people's attention, you'll in turn be given more opportunities for your game to be displayed on Steam. If you want to know how your game stands compared to other titles, Chris Zukowski from HowToMarketAGame has a great breakdown of all sorts of benchmarks here: https://howtomarketagame.com/benchmarks/

I can't stress enough how much Steam drives our traffic — it's probably directly responsible for over 75% of our wishlists and sales.

If your benchmarks are falling short, try changing up your page. New capsules, new marketing copy, new screenshots. Generally speaking, if your page is compelling you should be able to get ~20-30 wishlists per day organically.

You can also use your page to drive players to other platforms — Twitter, tumblr, reddit, discord, you name it.

Within Steam, there's a number of opportunities to get extra exposure as well via festivals and events. Doing a demo as part of Steam Next Fest is a great way to get thousands of extra eyes on your game, and demos in general can be a great way to generate interest and build your community.

The blog post I shared earlier talks a lot about the value of demos, and the ways you can structure them to guide interested players towards your community.

Outside of Steam, a lot of it comes down to figuring out what platform works best for your content. In terms of public platforms, Twitter is pretty much the best for us, followed by Tumblr. Some folks might have better luck with Instagram, though, and if you have the stomach for video, TikTok can be a great way to quickly build an audience from nothing. There are a few communities on reddit that are okay with self-promotion as well: /r/games hosts "indie sunday" every sunday, where devs are allowed to post about their titles once a month.

There are also key accounts on a lot of platforms that mostly work to curate games within certain genres — horrorvisuals is a great one on Twitter (and I think he's on Tumblr too) — and accounts like that often host regular posts/tags for people to share their work.

Beyond that, if you have a budget, you can do paid ads on social media platforms, though those can be hard to make profitable — you can also reach out to streamers and press, though those can also be difficult connections to make.

itch.io is also a great platform to host an indie game and get an initial round of feedback, though its userbase is a fraction of Steam's. Great testing ground though, and there's a lot of variety/horror streamers and youtubers who look for new titles there!

[lavendertom]

The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 4

Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6

wc: 3.1k

warnings: very brief mention of garret’s kidnapping, fluff, some sad moments (mike deserves happiness 😞) (as always, lmk if there’s anything i’ve missed)

summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing what’s in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings. AU where nothing bad ever happens at the pizzeria.

surprise! part 4 is here early for 100 followers, so in turn there may be a few more errors than usual 🥹🫶 appreciate all of you so much, and very happy reading!

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Monday came faster than you’d expected as you walked over to Abby and Mike’s house, preparing yourself for another night shift of babysitting. You were surprised Abby was able to make it a day without seeing you or finding a way to somehow be in your vicinity. She’d become quite clingy, in the best way possible. More often than not, she just wanted you to be there with her, even if that meant finishing up assignments while she drew.

You opened the door to hear the sound of muffled arguing between the siblings. As you placed your backpack down by the dining table, you caught the slightest glimpse of Mike walking down the hall to Abby’s room. Abby was strung across his shoulder, the young girl pulling on his shirt as she wore Mike’s security vest.

“Mike! Let me come with you! Please!” Abby whined as she tried to latch onto the door frame. Before you could attempt to see what was happening, the door slammed shut and Mike walked out with his vest in hand.

“Everything okay?” you asked, trying to read the situation. He stopped for a moment, not knowing how long you’d been there and how much of the situation you saw or heard.

“Everything’s fine. She’s all yours.” he huffed as he walked past you.

“You sure?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n.” he was grabbing his bag and keys, still visibly upset about whatever had happened. “See you tonight.”

The door shut quickly as he left the house, not giving you a chance to say anything else back. You stood for a moment, still confused about what you had just walked into, until the sounds of muffled crying broke the silence. You quietly made your way to Abby’s room. As you got closer, the sounds grew louder. You gently knocked on the door.

“Hey Abs. It’s Y/n/n. Can I come in please?” you said in a gentle voice.

You heard the patter of small footsteps as she made her way to the door. It slowly opened and Abby scurried back to the blanket fort in the corner of the room. The room was full of drawings tapped over ever surface, including many the two of you had done together over the past 2 months. It had everything a girl Abby’s age could ever want, down to the smallest details.

“You okay Abs?” you stepped in slowly, giving her space.

“Mike hates me Y/n.” she said.

“Why do you think Mike hates you?”

“He’s always at work. He never wants to draw with me anymore. He is never at home anymore Y/n.” she started sniffling again.

You grabbed a golden teddy bear from her bed, looking down at it as you approached the blanket fort. It had a bow and top hat, you instantly knew where it was from and who got it for Abby.

“Mike would never hate you Abs. You know how much you love Mike? He loves you a million more times than that.” you could see her shuffling in the fort, turning away from the opening. You sat down in front of the opening to get down to her level.

“If he loved me he would let me come to work with him.” she mumbled.

“I know you love your brother Abby, but he is just really busy right now. That doesn’t mean he hates you or he doesn’t want to play with you anymore. He just has a lot of work to do right now.” you set down the golden teddy bear in the entrance of the fort and lightly tapped Abby’s shoulder. “I think Fredbear wants a hug.”

She slowly turned around and looked down at the bear that sat in front of her. She looked down at the bear, then up at you who sat crisscross on the floor smiling softly at her.

“Who got you this bear Abs?”

“Mike.” she said as quiet as a mouse.

“And what about everything else in your room?”

“Mike.” she said quietly again.

“He cares about you so much more than you think Abs. He works a lot so he can get you all of these awesome toys and art supplies. He loves you more than anything in the world.” you were patting the top of the hat on the bear.

Abby grabbed the bear swiftly and held it in her arms. After a moment she snuck her way out of the fort and practically jumped on you, giving you a hug now too.

“Promise me you’ll give your brother a hug just like this when he’s home again?” you said as the young girl wouldn’t let go of you.

“I promise Y/n.” you could tell she was smiling in the way her voice sounded. “I love you, Y/n.”

She had never said that to you before. After just under two months of babysitting, after building such a strong bond with the girl in such little time, it came both as a shock and comfort. You could feel tears start welling in your eyes, smiling bigger than ever before. You knew how hard it was for the girl to trust people and build relationships with people her age. You were pleasantly surprised at how quickly she warmed up to you after Mike warned you it might take a while. You didn’t want Abby to ever feel this way again, you wanted to make sure she knew she was loved and cared for. Just like she loves and cares for Mike, and now you.

“I love you too Abs.” you responded, trying your best to hold it together. She finally pulled away from you, still holding the bear in her hands.

“Can we play now?” she said, already gathering a pile of plush animals and dolls from her blanket fort. You could not help but chuckle at this, it was right on character for her to be back to her happy and energetic self.

“Of course Abs.” you said with a smile.

“Here is your food Mr. Panda.” Abby said giggling, handing over a paper plate stolen from the kitchen with pieces of paper colored to be pieces of food on top of it.

“Thank you Mr. Chef, this is quite the delicious meal.” you said, attempting to sound like a posh British business man, making Abby laugh even more. “Wait, why is there a toad in my meal?!”

“I pranked you!” she shouted laughing even harder.

“Ew! I am leaving this establishment!” you said, keeping up your accent, throwing the plate back at her as you took your panda bear, pretending to make it walk away.

“Let’s do it again!” this was probably the 100th time she’d said this. While it was the best feeling seeing her laugh and have fun, the same pranks over and over again get boring after about 5 times.

“I don’t know Abs, it’s getting kind of late.” it was almost 10pm and you knew she was technically supposed to be asleep by 9:30 per Mike’s rules.

“Please Y/n!” you thought for a moment before speaking.

“How about this, you go get ready for bed and we can hang out in your little fort until you get sleepy.”

“Like a sleepover?” she said, almost jumping from joy.

“Just like a sleepover.” you said smiling.

“Okay!” she ran to grab her pajamas and brush her teeth. Once she returned she pulled your arm right into the fort. She pulled a blanket over her legs as she sat down and gave you the spare one that was left.

“Let’s tell each other our biggest secrets.” Abby said immediately after you sat down, a mischievous grin on her face. Wow, this girl really doesn’t take a break. “You go first Y/n.”

“Wow, thanks Abby.” you said hesitantly, not knowing what kind of information the girl was trying to get out of you. “Hmm… okay. My biggest secret is I actually really hate cake.”

“Y/n, that’s a lame secret. And I know you’re lying.” she said, extremely unamused.

“How do you know I’m lying!” you said, pretending to be annoyed, softly smiling at her. “Okay fine then, what’s your biggest secret?”

“Mike has a crush on you.”

“What?” you said, your smiling dropping, jaw hanging open.

“Yeah, he has a hugeee crush on you Y/n.”

“Th- that’s really funny Abs.” you nervously laughed, trying to save yourself from the extremely shocked and obvious reaction you had at first.

“I’m not lying Y/n.” she was dead serious.

You sat there for a moment, still nervously laughing until you realized she was being so serious. You could feel your face starting to burn up out of both embarrassment and shock of the confession she had just made. Memories of her saying you’d be a great princess for Mike flashed into your mind. She definitely told him about the situation the next day, and somehow, like she always does, got the information out of him. You weren’t sure what to do next until she made the decision for you.

“Do you have a crush on Mike?” she was clearly picking up on your reaction.

“Um, well, I mean-“

“Just say it Y/n.”

“Okay fine, maybe I do have a crush on Mike.”

“I knew it! Are you going to get married to Mike?”

“Abs slow down!” you said covering your face with your hands.

“I am so happy you have a crush on Mike!”

“You aren’t at all grossed out by this? Shouldn’t you be saying something about us having cooties?” you knew at her age you did not feel this way about crushes, she was way too excited about this.

“No, I think you guys would be perfect for each other.” she was smiling and giggling to herself.

“Well,” there’s no point holding any of this in anymore, she already knows too much. “Maybe I feel the same way about it.”

“I know. I can’t wait for you to be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Abs, you know you can’t tell Mike about this, right? This is my biggest secret.” you said, now realizing you had to warn the girl based off her inability to keep other people’s secrets.

“You said hating cake was your secret.”

“Abby.” you laughed and playfully pushed her shoulder.

“Okay I promise I won’t tell Mike if you promise to tell him you have a crush on him.” she began grinning mischievously again.

“Abby you are something else.” you were laughing and shaking your head. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed now.”

“Fine.” she groaned, “Only because you told me about your crush on Mike.”

You attempted to get up, but she stopped you.

“Can we sleep in here?” you noticed she didn’t say I but she said we.

“You know what, why not.” you smiled.

You stepped out to shut off the lights, noticing the fort had a glow to it from christmas lights strung all around it. You grabbed a pillow from Abby’s bed for her to use and went back to the fort. She already had her posse of stuffed animals gathered around her, pulling her blanket up until only her head was poking out of it. You pulled the extra blanket and laid next to her. The fort was small for someone your age to be laying down in, but you made do for her.

“I never want you to leave our house again Y/n.” Abby said softly as she laid her head on your shoulder. “I wish we could have a sleepover every night.”

“I do too, Abs.” you said as you looked up to the shapes on the blankets above your head. You didn’t realize she quickly fell asleep after her last comment, and you fell asleep quickly after. You were content hoping you made an impact on her tonight and also content knowing there was a chance Mike felt the same way you did. There was a chance you could be there for Abby forever, the chance that one day you’d never have to leave them again in the morning.

The front door opened quietly in the early hours of the morning as Mike returned home from another grueling night shift. This shift was especially difficult. It was a long night, he didn’t get as much sleep as he wanted to, and the dread of coming home to confront both Y/n and Abby over the earlier situation was in his mind constantly. He didn’t want to mess up for either of them and it sure felt like he had. He didn’t want to disappoint his girls.

“Hey Y/n.” he said quietly as he set down his things, rubbing his eyes tiredly. When he didn’t hear a response back he expected you to be asleep, but when he went to look for you in your usual spot on the couch, you weren’t there. He panicked for a moment, flashbacks of Garrett going missing played in his mind. He quickly made his way to Abby’s room, trying his best not to let the floorboards creek on his way there. When he opened the door and caught a glimpse of the two of you fast asleep in the blanket fort, he felt relief wash over him.

He stepped into the room quietly, not wanting to wake up either of you. When he approached the opening of the fort, he saw the way Abby’s head leaned on your shoulder, and the way yours leaned against her head. The smallest of smiles formed on his face.

He felt forever indebted to you for giving Abby the childhood memories she deserved. He knew Abby loved him, but he never felt like he was able to do enough. He was never able to be anything more than a brother to Abby. You knew which activities she liked, how to play with her, and exactly how she liked her spaghetti cooked. He knew deep down inside that Abby deserved you in her life, but he didn’t feel like he deserved you at all. You didn’t deserve to be pulled into a situation like this, yet you gave it your all. He paid you only when he could, and you never complained. Not once. No matter how stressful school was, you never called off. You pushed through for Abby. But Mike didn’t realize you pushed through it for him as well.

He poked his head through the entrance of the fort just enough to place a light kiss on Abby’s forehead. Before he could stop himself, he leaned over Abby and placed the lightest, most gentle kiss on the top of your head. He slowly took his head out of the fort, and sat for a minute on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered so quietly. Only the sound of the girls quiet breaths filled the room, then he got up quietly, and went to bed. He didn’t get anymore sleep that night.

7am came slower than ever as Mike sat in his bed. He had nothing to look at above him as he removed his “Nebraska” poster a few days after starting the new night job, bringing it to work instead. He brought it there to distract him instead. He got out of bed, and went over to Abby’s room to find the two of you still asleep. He felt bad having to wake you guys up, but he had to do it.

“Hey Abs, it’s time to get ready for school.” he gently shook her shoulder. “Come on, get up.”

She slowly woke up, groaning, asking for 5 more minutes. She got up, immediately giving Mike a biggest hug. She wasn’t going to forget her promise she made the night before. Mike was surprised by the gesture after yesterdays altercation, but he didn’t think much of it.

From all the stirring, you also slowly woke up, not entirely remembering what happened last night and how you ended up in Abby’s fort. When you finally fully woke up, the memories came flooding back. “Mike has a crush on you.” Suddenly it felt awkward for you.

“Morning Y/n.” he said as he held part of the opening open for Abby to get out and start getting ready.

“Sorry for staying longer than usual.” you rubbed your face trying to wake yourself up and hide the redness in your face.

“Y/n. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.” he quickly looked over his shoulder towards the door, listening for any indication Abby was nearby. “Listen, Y/n, do you think you can come over an hour early tonight?” he said in a whisper.

“Yeah, what’s up?” you said, a confused look on your face.

“I don’t want Abby to know. Just wanted to talk to you for a bit.” he was avoiding your eyes, still holding the blanket open from the fort. “Nothing bad. I just don’t want Abby knowing you’ll be here early, kind of hard to talk to anyone when she’s around.”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.” you said, getting out of the fort, now standing in front of him.

“I’ll distract her before you get here.”

“Okay, sounds good.” you said with a tight lipped smile.

“Thanks, Y/n.”

“Anytime.”

You both stood there for another second, making eye contact again, until you looked away quickly.

“I’m gonna go now, have a few classes today.”

“Right. Sorry for keeping you long.”

“You told me not to apologize, now it’s my turn to tell you not to.” you said with an airy chuckle.

“See you later Y/n.”

You made your way towards Abby’s door to leave, bumping into her on the way out. She gave you an extremely knowing glare after noticing you had been talking to Mike, alone, in her room just moments before.

“See you guys tonight.” you waved, exiting the room. Mike followed you out. When you reached the front door, he opened it for you, and waited there as you left. He waited there, like he always does, making sure you cross the street safely. This time he waited until you opened the door to your own house, and for the first time, you both noticed the other.

Had he not stayed until you opened your own door, he wouldn’t have known you turn around every time you go home, hoping you’d see him one last time. Had he not stayed, you wouldn’t have known how he waits every single time, no matter how tired he is, just to make sure you get home safely. And so he doesn’t have to keep you out of his sight for any longer than he has to.

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[zeriq-5]

[A FNAF Movie Sequel fanfic, essentially]

"welcome back"

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Jeremiah laughed at the sight, Michael Schimidt wearing a purple buttoned vest, a tag with the Freddy's logo on the Right and a shiny golden Security badge on the left, he also wears blue pants on and brown shoes. The New and improved freddy's uniform but Something was lacking, he would fix that right up.

Mike approached him, with the same impatient face as always. “So you were the person that Henry mentioned that i used to know”, Jeremiah's laughter ended and he said “I'm surprised you're not behind bars after what you did to that man's face”, Mike was haunted for that, as that was one of the many things he was by everyday and Jeremiah could see it.

“Well this time it will be different, No one's face will be torn apart this time Hopefully. I heard you worked here before the place got revamped, I assume you are already familiar with the characters” Said Jeremiah leading the ticking clock of a man to the office.

Mike was surprised by the New Office, there was no Door and it had two giant ventilations on both sides. He was flabbergasted to say the least.

“Wait a minute Schmidt, let me just get something for you” He says when he goes to a box and looks for something, “Look, it's going to be strange at first but it's a company thing” he said after pulling what seemed to be a empty foxy mask, But it wasn't that similar to Foxy's head, it looked like it was adapted to a human to wear. “The boss is asking employees to start wearing masks around the animatronics as they are causing some problems in their eyes program thingy” He says while giving him the head.

“facial recognition ?” Mike said as he grabbed the head, Jeremiah responded “yeah that, did the old ones have that ?” impressed with Mike's knowledge. “No, they didn't. I've been just reading some books involving robotics in the library recently”. What Dork, Jeremiah thought.

He stared at the head, He had never realized until that moment that he actually liked Foxy as a character. It was just a shame that he was stabbed and slashed by his inner Child multiple times.

“See this little hook in your belt, When you don't want to use your head, just put it there”, Mike did as he Said. “Speaking of which, take the opportunity to explore the place because I have to pick up my daughter from School”.

Jeremiah put his two hands on Mike's shoulder, took a Deep breath, and Said “Look, I don't know what happened to you after getting fired. But I need to work with me this time. Ok ?” and Mike softly nods his Head.

As Jeremiah left, Mike got to exploring the place a bit. There were many party rooms this time, he opened each door, Some identical and others really unique with paper pals and Presents everywhere, a Children's Wonderland. If you remove the vents with their inconveniently big size.

Mike got reminiscent of the old place, sometimes he wondered If he would enjoy the place as a kid. Vanessa even witnessing actual nightmares come to life still seems to love the place, maybe It isn't that bad after all.

He thought about how Abby would feel, he didn't know. But unfortunately he couldn't think more about It since his thoughts were interrupted by the newer Chica model coming his way. He panicked, grabbed the mask from his belt and put on his head. The nervous wreck was ignored by the Chicken which went to a party room ready to entertain.

Mike was relieved to see that It actually worked, but Something was heard. A familiar voice, he looked to his right and saw Garrett. It wasn't real, It can't be real, He isn't dreaming, he knows it.

What looked like Garrett, giggled and ran away. Enough to get Mike's heart ready for the Chase, the kid went from party room to the other. Mike would follow. It was just a game of catch. Like they would play.

His voice screamed in his head, “Go”. And It got louder and LOUDER, a ruthless chase. Each New door was driving him to madness, He felt like an Animal, he felt like a fox. He opened each door looking for “Garrett” but all he would find was happy Children playing around.

“Garrett”, that's what he's looking for so He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened what seemed like the final door. It was them, Abby's friends, It was the Children.

The kid with the Rabbit ears was sitting against the wall, the girl with the Bib similar to Chica standed with her arms open held by Chains above her and the kid with the hat was laying on the floor.

Terrified, quickly took the Mask off and It was really them. They were left to rot, their positions were the same as He's seen in their Ghostly forms, somehow more life-less than before. Chica's hands were missing with many exposed wires and her face had her jaw broken forming a crooked smile. It made Mike frown in pity.

Bonnie had no left arm, just like Chica's hands with wires exposed as long as the only remaining arm he has. His only hand matched his left foot with the part of his costume missing like exposed Bones from a great injury. But there was a defining trait he just couldn't bear to look at, His face was missing and had Red piercing eyes. He couldn't tell more as the Darkness left for the imagination but that doesn't mean Mike wanted to know.

Freddy seemed to be the luckiest, he had holes in his limbs and was dirtier than ever, But so did the others. The leader of the Band got It best, how ironic.

While he was crouched down analyzing, he picked up Freddy's hat and wiped the dust off with his hat. He didn't know how long they had been here and if anyone had come back to see them, their positions weren't natural, that he was sure of.

He wanted to explore more. they were all there in that all consuming Darkness he was sure, Foxy and even that Yellow Bear Abby mentioned. but he couldn't, he didn't even know If he was allowed to even be there. Before he went away, he looked behind him and said “I’m never gonna leave you kids alone, never again”.

He went away holding the foxy head, close to his chest. To his Heart, he would take them there as well. He would put them back together for Abby, Vanessa and Garrett. But mostly because he won't let the Innocent lose the bare minimum that they have.

As he reflected however, Mister Emily calls Mike from the end of the Hallway, the way he looked at him felt wrong. Mike couldn't pin point It, but he knows It has to do with the room he was just in.

"Get here" Emily's passive agressive like tone called out for the Youngster with It's arms crossed, "that room has the older models, I was going to make a proper letter to the employees but you had to be a party pooper" he stared down at him as he got close.

The moment he got near him, the man's arms rapidly decrossed It's arms and grabbed Mike's elbows with the same paste his Mood flipped, now with a cartoonishly big grin.

"I just didn't expect you to be so passionate about something like that, Why didn't you tell me you were reading books to work on these Mechanical Critters ?! I could have made you my left hand man instead of a security guard again, oh Well" He spoke slowly taking the strength out of his hands, maybe he realized how brute he was being from Mike's nervous and somewhat irritated face.

"I can show you something," he let It go off his arms and walked to a Room nearby "since you seem to want to put all that knowledge to the test", the Man looked behind him and made a welcome gesture you would see a Carnie would make to scam their next customer. "Help me with Something here, Don't be afraid kid just follow me" He said as Mike couldn't really say no, There was something wrong with this guy and if he could deal Afton, he would be able to deal with this guy.

[justinewt]

Heavy Hearts - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-Two

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

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Summary: It took Pike less than 24 hours after being elected Chancellor for things to go downhill. And Michelle's relationship with Bellamy was one of those things that quickly withered, for the sole reason that he chose the wrong side, thinking Pike was giving him a purpose; to help protect their people. To them, that meant starting trouble, maybe even causing a war, with the Grounders...

Words: 7k

Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 5 “Hakeldama”; episode 6 "Bitter Harvest"), blood, mention of mass killing, emotional distress, nervous breakdown, grief, betrayal

It had barely been a day since Pike took the lead at Arkadia and the group of nine of his minions, including Bellamy, were returning from their mission to exterminate the 300 Grounders who were stationed nearby to protect them. Michelle was outside of the Ark ring, drinking from a flask which concealed inside alcohol she had taken from the bar in the hangar last night. The last time she found herself drinking a whole bottle was when Murphy left with Jaha, a good three months ago. She was just so over it she didn’t know how to deal with the conflicting emotions within her. Her feelings for Bellamy, which she had tried to bury after it became too much for her, came into conflict with her frustration with the fact that he let Pike use him like this. Seeing the gate open and Pike’s group walk in, she stared at Bellamy who walked at the front. His bulletproof vest was covered in blood. She looked around, sliping her flask in her pocket and she moved closer to her father and Abby who were watching the comers with just as much shock on their faces. Everyone in the area had their eyes on them. It wasn’t just Bellamy who had blood everywhere, it was all of them. Octavia ran up to her brother, understandably worried but he seemed to kind of just brush her off, not even glancing at her, trying to be imperturbable. Or at least she hoped it was an act because it would mean he was beginning to understand and see what was wrong with all this.

“Lock it up.” Pike ordered the gate closed at he brought up the rear of the group. Bellamy had stopped in the middle of the ground, his head tilted forward, his gaze shifting around until he met Michelle’s. At the same time, Pike jumped on a stage, calling for everyone’s attention. Michelle crossed her arms, almost in sync with her father next to her. “Twenty-four hours ago, you elected me your Chancellor. Every action I’ve taken since, and every action I will take, will be to achieve one sacred goal. The creation of a self-sustaining, prosperous, and safe Arkadia.”

“Yeah.” The crowd agreed.

“This morning, on a muddy field, our people paid tribute to those who have been taken from us by sending a message to the Grounders. This land is ours now.” People cheered loudly, under the judgemental eye of Michelle as she frowned. Pike looked like a madman to her, speaking in such a fierce tone. “Resist, and you will be met by force. Fight and you will be greeted by death. Today is a new beginning. Mark it down, remember it just like the Grounders will remember it.”

As the cheering increased, Pike walked down and his group followed him, Bellamy at his heels as they walked past Michelle, Kane and Abby. This time no glances were exchanged between the two young people, and she just stared at them, gripping her arms tighter.

“No wounded.” Abby nodded quietly. “10 against 300 and there’s no wounded. How’s that possible?”

“10 with automatic rifles against 300 with swords, spears, and bows. Take down the archers and the rest of them will drop like flies.” Michelle said in a sigh. Her father and Abby looked at her. She was quick to understand how Pike, Bellamy and the others had gone about exterminating the Grounders. Get rid of the ones protecting the camp, the others with their blades won't stand a chance in front of bullets coming at them. While Abby headed to the infirmary, Kane and Michelle slipped away into a dimly lit corridor of the Ark ring with Octavia. With no one around, it was time to make a move. Kane informed the two girls that Indra had signaled and wanted to meet, meaning she had survived the massacre orchestrated earlier and he gave this mission to Octavia. He lifted a panel on the wall and gave her the direction to the crawlspace door, dropping her right outside the camp wall. She didn’t need much more convincing and slipped right in. An alarm went off as an announcement called for Kane to go to the Chancellor’s office. He closed the panel and turned to Michelle.

“I’ll go see Pike. Go to Abby and stay out of his sight. We don’t know what he will do next.”

“But—”

“Michelle, please. Listen to me.” She let out a sigh and nodded before heading to the infirmary outside, after asking her father to try and knock some sense into Bellamy if he came across the latter, and he left for Pike’s office. As she walked away, she realized how much their relationship had grown in less than a year. If he had asked her to listen to him back on the Ark, she would have spit in his face, which she did and there she was, barely rolling her eyes at the request and obliging. It may also have had to do with the fact that she was forced by circumstances to mature more quickly, even though she was only 18 years old. She was somewhat of a brat and very much insecure before she was put in solitary confinement but being thrown into the real world, having to take decisions for her survival as well as that of her friends, it really pushed her to being more of an adult when she had barely left adolescence. Now, she also had a parent to support and guide her through all of this when all of the young romances she got into ever only fucked her up even more. It didn’t mean she would always be so complient, otherwise she wouldn’t have sneaked out of that cave with Bellamy, ending up with a concussion and bedridden for days.

She casually exited the ring, tucking her hair behind her ears, and tying it as she headed towards the infirmary. She walked around the gigantic structure from the outside since she had thought, if Bellamy was somewhere, it was where Pike was, and that would be inside. She really didn’t want to see him right now. She walked across the camp and noticed that the gate was open. Curious, she turned away from her original path to go see what was going on. Though she knew her father had specifically asked her to go to Abby, it made her think of why he was so worried. It probably had to do with the fact that even if she could be mature at times, he was aware that she was still young and could be reckless and if she happened to behave in a reckless manner in front of Pike, it would be purely for provocation and that could get her in trouble. Pike wasn’t the annoying Earth skills teacher that he was on the ark, he was the new Chancellor, and he was aggressive. And because she wasn’t scared of him, it could enrage his followers and put her in danger, which Kane wouldn’t let happen. Maybe knowing that she was kind of protected, no matter what she would do, made her a little more confident and more daring when it came to Pike.

She slowed down, eventually coming to a halt and watched the Arkadia guards walk outside the campgrounds. She saw someone with their face covered up and only the eyes visible. Another man was standing there, his hands up. She squinted her eyes, moving to the side to get a better sight and she almost lost her balance, tripping on her foot when she recognized Jaha. It made her look for Murphy, thinking it might be there as well but there was only Jaha and the other veiled stranger. She watched the group of men talk, unable to hear anything they were saying because of the distance but she quickly felt the friendly reunion turned quite hostile when the guards’ interest fell on his companion and the weird bag he was carrying. One went to snatch it from the latter, and they fell to the ground, fighting. Jaha yelled his name as a gunshot went off. The man rolled off the guard onto the ground, his hand still stretched out to the bag before he rolled on his back. The former Chancellor, troubled by the sudden violence walked to the Farm Station guy that came up to him and retrieved his bag while they called out for a medic. Michelle tightened her lips, looking at the man lying on the ground. All she could think of was that since Pike had taken command, the guards were much more reactive, quick to shoot those whose faces they didn’t like. Those being exclusively Grounders, of course. Jaha kneeled next to his friend, telling him a few words, and hugging him as his body stopped twitching. She was taken out of her contemplation when Abby walked past her.

The man was carried away while Jaha and Abby entered Arkadia. Jaha saw Michelle standing there and for some reason, he seemed pleasantly surprised to see her. She just looked back at him; a little sad Murphy wasn’t with him. There was something about Jaha that bothered her, and it was the same than months before, when he left. He was acting too peaceful, smiling at her as if they were friends. Well, she did use to be very good friends with his late son, but she had never been as close to him as Clarke was. He faced her and patted her shoulders, being all too friendly for her taste. She wasn’t even sure a greeting made its way out of her mouth. This awkward reunion was quickly over, and she followed them to the infirmary.

“Where’s John? I thought you left together.” She asked him once Abby was done telling Jaha about all that had happened recently. Jaha chuckled at her eagerness to know the boy’s whereabouts. She glanced away, brushing her hand over her hair.

“Don’t worry about John, Michelle. That boy is a fighter. That might be one of the few things you two have in common.” His smile was meant to be warm and reassuring but she didn't like Jaha's new behavior since he became obsessed with this city of lights thing. Abby continued the conversation. Michelle began to walk back and forth next to them before seeing her father come in from the other side of the room. She instantly wondered what he and Pike had talked about. He looked at her and gave her a smile. Unsurprisingly, she received his smile much better than Jaha’s.

“And the others? You left with 12 people, Thelonious.” When Kane walked past his daughter, he saw Jaha and stopped in his tracks, shocked at the man sudden reappanrance in Arkadia, which was still named Camp Jaha, not too long ago. The two men shared a hug.

“Where’s your uniform?” Abby wondered, seeing he wasn’t wearing his black jacket anymore. Michelle hadn’t even noticed it.

“Pike just relieved me of my command. Stripped Lincoln of his commission.” He looked back at Jaha. “You always did have good timing.”

“Abby caught me up. I’m sorry about the election, Marcus.” It was a little weird for Michelle to hear her father’s name said outloud. Nowadays she called him dad but for 18 years of her life, she had called him by his last name, and it was the only other denomination that made sense in her head. She sometimes wondered about how Kane would have been her last name if her mother didn’t keep from him the fact, he was her child’s father.

“Forget the election.” He brushed it off. “The war you predicted the day you left is about to happen.”

“Ask him where he’s been.” Abby chimed in.

“I found the City of Light.” Michelle frowned at his claim. She just thought it was complete bullshit and her father was a little dumbfounded too.

“Well, that’s great. Isn’t it?” His slow and unsure delivery gave away his doubts regarding the topic.

“Ask his friend, Otan.” The Grounder that was shot outside the camp was wrapped up in a sheet, on a bed in front of them. The blood stain above the bullet wound had stopped spreading by now. “Apparently, he’s there right now.”

“I don’t blame you for doubting, Abby. I know how it sounds. But it is real, and it is incredible.”

“More like unbelievable.” Michelle let out, raising her eyebrows.

“One day you’ll be able to go there and see how wonderful it is.” He turned his head back to Kane, looking at the old Chancellor with doubt flooding his eyes. “Everything that you worry about now, war, power, none of it matters in the City of Light.”

“I heard you were here, Sir.” Hannah, Monty’s mother came up from behind Kane and went to shake hands with Jaha. Michelle began to wonder which sides he would take.

“And I heard you made it, Hannah. I’m so glad.”

“Chancellor Pike would like to speak with you.”

“We’ll finish this later.” His face looked much more serious as his gaze passed over Kane, Michelle, and Abby. The young woman watched him walk away from the corner of her eyes. A moment after Kane had left, Pike and a whole bunch of guards, with Bellamy among them, stormed in the infirmary. A soldier ripped the blanket off a woman lying on a bed. Michelle stood there, upset at what she was witnessing. She tried to lay low like her father asked. A guard pushed her out of the way, almost making her fall over. She stumbled, clinging to a bed’s iron frame next to her and holding herself against it so as not to be pushed again.

“Grounders, on your feet, line up now.”

“What are you doing? These are sick people.” Abby turned to Pike, outraged. “You can’t just throw them out into the cold.”

“We’re not. They’re being interned.” He explained to her as Michelle approached. Bellamy stared into the void and they both ignored each other.

“What?” Abby turned around when she heard someone hurriedly coming in. That’s when Bellamy decided to open his mouth.

“Lincoln, you don’t want to be here right now.”

“We asked them to come here.”

“We can’t spare the supplies.” Lincoln quickly looked away when a friend of his was being sat up on her bed, to be taken outside like the others. One of Pike’s dogs faced him, his hand on the gun at his belt. The woman grunted.

“She’s too sick to move.” He growled.

“Looks like she’s moving just fine to me.” Bellamy stepped in, telling him to back off and turned to Jackson, wanting to know why he even brought the Grounder here. At the same time, the sick woman they were forcing to stand up fell to the ground, groaning in pain as she was indeed too weak and sick to move. She needed more rest, but Pike and his minions wouldn’t let her. With a single punch, Lincoln put the man to the ground and Abby stretched her arm out in front of Michelle, moving her behind her. But the first hit wasn’t enough, and Lincoln bent over, grabbing him by his jacket and repeatedly punching his face. Blood spurted on the ground.

“Lincoln—” Bellamy tried to pull him off him, but he received a punch and fell backwards. Michelle let out a gasp and widened her eyes. She tried to take a step forward, but Abby held her behind her back.

“Lincoln.” The girl called out to him as Bellamy as he continued to walk towards Bellamy once the latter had gotten up. She might be on the same side as him, but she couldn’t deny she still had feelings for him. She was more frustrated rather than angry at him because she thought him siding with Pike made him look like a stupid sheep. Abby didn’t let go of her but she walked in front of the doctor and called out to him louder. They looked to the side and Pike had stepped forward, holding his gun low in front him, pointed at the girl at the feet of the bed.

“He goes with them.” Pike declared and motioned his head for his men to take him away as well. Michelle watched them handcuff him and swallowed bitterly. Her eyes shifted back to Bellamy, and they looked at each other, both a little unsettled.

“Sorry we had to do this the hard way.” Abby turned to Pike, anger in her eyes and she tightened her grasp on Michelle’s arm before leaving, dragging her out of the infirmary. She only broke the eye contact with Bellamy as they crossed the door’s threshold. As long as he was with Pike, he wasn’t the one she used to know. Michelle had no idea what Abby had in mind leading her down this maze of hallways until the two women found Kane. The doctor quickly explained the situation to him, and the small group no longer had many options available to them; They had to leave Arkadia before it was too late, and before Pike decided to get lock them up or get rid of them like he did the Grounders. News to Michelle, Clarke had been sneaked into camp by Octavia, who they sent for after she left her to talk to Bellamy alone. A few minutes later, while Kane, Abby and Michelle waited in front of the amovible panel to the crawlspace, Octavia and Clarke came running to them. The latter threw herself in her mother’s arms. Seeing her childhood friend after so long had Michelle a little taken aback until the blonde drew her into a hug.

“We know what happened. We know what Pike did. Is there anything we can do to prevent a retaliation?”

“Abby, hurry.” Kane urged her. He had their way out ready.

“We came here to give them Pike.” Octavia stated.

“He’s the duly elected Chancellor. Our people knew what they were voting for. Besides, he has the guards and all the guns. Can’t get close to him.”

“And that’s not the way we do things.” Abby added.

“Then maybe it’s time we changed the way we do things.” As Octavia spoke, a voice rang from the speakers in the camp, announcing a security breach. A lockdown was commencing and if they wanted to get out, their time was running out. “What about Lincoln?”

“You want to help him?” Kane pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was a radio. “The range isn’t great. Stay close and wait for me to contact you. Go.”

“You’re staying here?” Michelle took a step towards her father before following Clarke inside the opening. The latter was having a quick talk with her mother as well. Both wished their parents would come with them.

“Go with Octavia and Clarke, I’ll contact you.” He put his hand on her shoulder.

“I won’t be of any use to them. I’m staying here with you… it’s not safer outside.” She argued quietly and he sighed, feeling that he couldn’t really convince her to leave this time. He might be afraid about Pike, but she was really set on staying with her father inside the camp. And she felt like she would be a liability to Octavia out there. She was a survivor who knew the ways of the Grounders and Michelle was just a girl whose dad wanted far away from the unpredictable Chancellor. He looked at her with worry and drew her into a hug.

“Just stay away from Pike.” She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t promise not to talk to Bellamy if she crossed paths with him. Once Abby and Clarke said their goodbyes for now, they broke their embrace and Kane closed the panel. As her face disappeared in the dark crawlspace, Michelle and Clarke stared at each other. They would meet again once things settled down and it would be a real reunion this time around. Clarke had to go meet up with Lexa and it would probably take her until nightfall to reach the Commander. Michelle kept a low profile, staying in her room until the sun rose the next day and she thought, for just a second, that she had woken up in Bellamy’s room like that night when she kept him company after Gina's death. They had fallen asleep, sat on the floor and she woke up to the realization that he had carried her onto his bed.

She stood up and went straight to take a shower, letting the water run down her face as she stared into the void. It felt as if everything was hitting her at the same time after all those months, her mother’s death, her fling with Murphy and his departure, the complicated beginnings of her relationship with her newly found dad and the romance she could have had with Bellamy and which she threw away, and now, he was siding with one of the few people she despised. After a few seconds, she felt her face twist into a pout as she tried to fight her urge to cry, letting out a whimper. She crouched, wrapping her arm around her knees, and put a hand on her mouth and began to sob like a child, strands of her waterlogged hair sticking to her face. She was crying like a child who had just lost her mother and was left alone with her thoughts and feelings for too long. Having to survive, she was actively trying to suppress all of it, to stay focused but after keeping it all to herself and never talking about it, she couldn’t help but break down in tears where no one could see her.

Her head was hurting quite a bit after bawling her eyes out for almost ten minutes straight. She tried to put a wet cloth on her eyes for a moment, to lessen the redness and swelling but she eventually left and went to the infirmary to help Abby around. Her hair was still damp, and she slicked them back to have them out of her face. She walked out of her room, putting on her jacket, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her mind was still clouded by the overflow of feelings of mourning and grief. Without Clarke, or even Murphy, she felt especially lonely and even though she wanted to go to her father right now and just cry in his arms, she thought they had more urgent things to do. She, once again, set aside her feelings and focus on everything else. Until the next breakdown.

Michelle wanted to go and stay in the hangar, to have a drink and be alone but still somewhat surrounded by a few people, but she took a detour through the infirmary. Her headache didn't seem to want to leave her and every step she took as well as the slightest attempt at looking around made her grind her teeth. She passed Raven as she entered while the latter was leaving the room. The mechanic gave her a smile that was strangely friendly, and she seemed at her best, despite her bad leg. Michelle stopped in her tracks and watched her walk away for a second. She would have thought that the injury completely prevented to walk without wincing but there she was, acting like all her pain was gone, as if by magic. She looked away, wondering what it was that helped her and whatever it was, it tempted her. She turned back to Abby, standing by the bed Raven had sat up from. The doctor was writing down a few things on a notepad and she raised her head when she noticed someone approaching.

“Are you okay?” She rushed to look at her face more closely, illuminating her pupils with a small flashlight, worried to see her so tired and had her sit down on the bed. “Your eyes are quite swollen, and your pupils are a little dilated.”

“I’m fine, I just—” She had no idea why this blatant lie even came out of her mouth, but Abby was no fool, and it was apparently obvious that she had been crying. Her attempt to subside the redness around her eyes had been in vain.

“Well, you’re not fine if you came to see me. Did you sleep last night?”

“Yeah, but not very well. I woke up with a migraine and my eyes hurt.” She said, glossing over the fact that her migraines and tension in her eyes was caused by her breakdown in the shower but she wouldn’t say it out loud and Abby guessed the cause of it anyway, though she didn’t have the reasons why she had cried. Or maybe she knew without the girl even saying a word, Abby had always been like a second mother to her, and she was her mother’s best friend. She brought her some eyedrops to try and help with the redness. Michelle leaned her head back, applying the product and closing her eyes before she was given a cold compress. She put it on her eyes. Since she was completely still, her migraine was more bearable and with her eyes blinded, she swallowed whatever medication Abby chose to give her. After a dozen minutes, she put it down and Abby checked her eyes again.

“You should be fine now.”

“The cold sure helped.” She stood up. “How’s Raven?”

“The pain in her leg is gone.”

“But you’re not convinced?”

“It’s not usual for pain to disappear so quickly.” Abby stated.

“Did she take something?” That was the question that burned her lips. She wanted to know what had relieved her so drastically. Michelle didn't have any physical pain comparable to hers, but it was mentally that she was hurting.

“She said Jaha gave her the key to the City of Light.” Michelle didn’t respond. She looked down, thinking. Despite doubting the existence of that utopic place that Jaha told them about, she wondered if taking the key could help her feel better. She might have felt tempted to take it but there was still some reluctance and wariness towards taking whatever that key was. The two women left for the hangar and walked up to Jasper who was observing Jaha in the distance. The latter stood tall, holding a tiny black pouch in his hands. A bunch of people were sitting in circle in front of him after queueing to receive what was probably the key Raven had told Abby about. The former Chancellor glanced at the trio but for some reason, Michelle felt he was looking at her specifically. Maybe he could see she was conflicted about the thing he promised.

“They seem pretty happy.” Jasper noted.

“Yeah. They sure do.” Abby nodded and crossed her arms, not convinced. Jaha eventually kneeled next to the others and closed his eyes. Michelle watched him, silent.

“A lot more of them today, too.”

“I know you’re tempted, but, let me figure out what it is, first. Okay?” Michelle’s gaze went straight to Abby, but the latter clearly didn’t think that she was tempted. Her question was directed to Jasper. After she left the room, she headed back towards the infirmary, but Michelle remained next to Jasper without moving, staring at the meditation that was taking place before their eyes. When Jasper turned his head towards her and asked if she was tempted too, she just shrugged and walked away towards the tables in the other corner of the hangar. She took a glass and rested her cheek on her fist, leaning on the table, looking in the direction of the large door. The truck sat there. She closed her eyes as she exhaled through her nose, resting a little until suddenly, the sounds of several people entering alerted her. Standing up, she saw Pike's group heading towards the vehicle, opening, and loudly moving around crates of weapons and ammo. Something was brewing. No doubt what had occupied her father all morning. She saw the latter walk up to them, trying to say a word to Bellamy before they left.

“That’s a lot of firepower.”

“Let’s hope we don’t need it.” The young man replied, to busy with said weapons to look at the former councilman. She didnd’t hear what her father asked but with Bellamy’s answer, she figured he enquired about what they were preparing for. She moved to a table closer, trying to ignore the stray noises of those who were busy around them. “Planning for our future.”

“You know that looks a lot like our past.” Her father’s voice was low and because of the distance between them she heard it as a whisper, but she managed to listen. She appreciated that he kept trying to talk to Bellamy, but it unsurprisingly fell on deaf ears. He always replied with a much louder and determined tone. It also seemed he didn’t even see the girl sitting in the background.

“We’re building a life here. Not trying to make peace with people who only understand war.”

“Damn right.” Monty’s mother agreed as she walked back and forth from the ammunitions’ crate to the car. Kane tried to talk to her as well, but she couldn’t care any less. She stood up as Bellamy called for the group to move out and she approached, descending the few steps that separated the garage area from the tables. Her father looked at her with disappointment on his face. She was just as bummed as him. Standing on the outside of the car, calling for the last of them to jump in as the latter said goodbye to Nate, he glanced at Kane and Michelle, his eyes lingering on her for a few more seconds before he moved on to their mission and got in. He slammed the rear door as the hangar slid open and she took a step forward, watching the car drive away. She didn’t even notice Nate leaving as her heart ached. She felt betrayed by Bellamy. Closing her eyes with a sigh, she turned around and the two of them left. He could tell that Michelle was particularly down today and as he walked with her down the hall, he placed a hand on her shoulder. They stopped in their tracks, and she just looked down at her hands. He didn’ need to ask her what was troubling her, it was easy to guess at least some of it had to do with Bellamy. She had never told her father that she liked the young man, the same way she didn’t tell him about Murphy, and he just saw the two of them together.

“Why does he side with Pike?” She mumbled.

“He’s convinced he’s doing the right thing.” She nodded and took a step forward, resting her head on her father's shoulder, who wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Her body shook with silent sobs as he stroked her back. She wished she had her mom to comfort her but at least she had him. While she found herself alone, without her friends, all busy here and there, she had her father. He knew that she wasn’t upset just because of her heartbreak over Bellamy’s actions. He had not forgotten the tragic death of her mother which had impacted them both so deeply. The day she died was the day he found out he was a dad in the first place. She raised her head a minute later, sniffling, and he cupped her face with one hand, wiping her tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She wiped her wet eyes with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I let this happen. Pike’s influence has gotten too strong.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head and advised her to go and rest in her room, promising to find a solution to resolve the situation. She ended up leaving for her room and he went to see Abby in the infirmary. Closing the door behind her, she sighed. This little moment with his father had done him a lot of good. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the chair at her desk before plopping down on her bed.

She woke up a couple hours later to a loud knock at her door. Leaning on the mattress, she sat up. She thought at first it might be her father until she heard Bellamy's voice calling her name from the hallway.

“What do you want?”

“Open the door, please.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed the doorknob. All her sadness was overshadowed by her frustration with Bellamy.

“What?” She repeated her question after she opened the door ajar. They stared at each other, and he glanced into the room through the opening.

“Can I come in?” She wanted to try to talk to him and avoid talking to him at the same time, but she stepped aside to let him pass and crossed her arms. For a second, he had his back to her, and she could see his gaze scanning the place for some reason. He turned around and his gaze seemed much more serious.

“So, what do you want? You quit following Pike around?”

“We walked into an ambush. Octavia had warned the Grounders that we were coming.” He ignored her remark and took a few steps towards her.

“Okay, and? What’s that got to do with me?” She raised her eyebrows.

“We know it was your father who told her.”

“I don’t know, last I saw him was when you left earlier. I don't track my father.” Of course, she knew but she was well aware he came down to her room to question her regarding their suspicions about her father's actions. He and Pike understood that Kane was the mole giving out intel to the outside and from their point of view, he was trying to sabotage them when all he was doing was trying to prevent a war. But she could tell that despite everything, they had no proof against him and could not accuse him of anything.

“You know Clarke was there last night.” He wasn’t even asking; it was a statement. He knew she knew. That her very own best friend they were talking about. And her silence gave it away in any case. “That same night, both her and Octavia disappeared, and who were you with? Abby and Kane.”

“Doesn’t mean I know what you’re talking about right now. You walked into an ambush. Not my fault. What were you going to do to those Grounders anyway? Exterminate them like the ones sent to help us?”

“We have to take actions to protect our people.”

“You keep saying that.” She raised her voice, letting her hands fall along her body. “Is it you talking? Or Pike?”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Pike understands it, unlike your father.”

“You’re right. My father is thoughtful. He wouldn’t order the extermination of 300 innocents.” She had had enough. She sighed and grabbed him by the arm to push him out of her room, but he stood his grounds and slipped his hand in his pocket. In the blink of an eye, she found herself with her hands cuffed and he mumbled an apology before dragging her with him. She struggled but he closed the cell's door after removing the handcuffs and she found herself locked in with the Grounders already there. Looking around, she saw Lincoln, as surprised as she was to see her here with them.

Less than 30 minutes after Bellamy had forced her into the cell, he returned accompanied by Pike. She was pacing in the room, walking back and forth, dragging her feet on the floor, and stopped when she noticed them walking in their direction. Lincoln was sitting on a bench, watching the scene and they exchanged a glance, knowing the two men were coming for her. A guard unlocked the gate and pulled her out, tying her hands in her back.

“How long are you gonna detain me?”

“I might decide to release you if you tell us what we wanna know, Michelle.” Pike said before turning around, signaling the guards to take her with them, while a second closed the cell.  The guard thrusted her cuffed hands into her back, and she groaned, taking a few stumbling steps forward. When they reached another room, she was abruptly pushed down onto a chair, her restraints were attached to the chair to prevent her from moving around. Pike and Bellamy, who were joined by Monty’s mother, Hannah, stood on the other side of the table at the center, with the Chancellor right in front of her. She stared at Pike with that arrogant look plastered on his face, in silence, and when she looked away at Bellamy, he spoke up and snapped her attention back to him. “Eyes on me, miss Kane. I'm the only one you'll be talking to right now.”

“My name is Cartwig. Michelle Cartwig.” She hissed. Even though she had grown to love her father, she would never change her last name for anything in the world. Bearing her mother's name allowed Michelle to maintain her connection to her and honor her as long as she lived. It seemed he was looking to get a reaction out of her because he nodded and briefly smirked, his hands on his hips.

“I know. Your mother’s last name. Callie Cartwig.” She gave him a death stare, grinding her teeth as he he stressed the name of the deceased. She clenched her fists, leaning forward, pulling tightly on the handcuffs, causing a burning sensation to rise around her wrists.

“Go float yourself, Pike.” She let herself fall heavily against the back of the chair. He chuckled at her insolence.

“I must say, I didn’t know Kane was your father. But I guess did you. Your mother never told either of you, right? Not until she was on the verge of death anyway.”

“What is this?” She frowned, shaking her head. “You don’t know shit about my family.”

“True. Then tell me about your father. What is he up to, Michelle?” He leaned over and put his hands on the table. Maybe was he trying to be intimidating but she didn’t react much, keeping her head held high.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, sketching a tight smile.

“Now, you see, I think that’s a lie. Someone's been giving intel to Octavia, from inside the camp. And I'm sure you know what it's all about.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She would keep on lying every time he asked her that king of question again. She didn’t know what her father had been doing and how the ambush came to be, but she knew he was plotting against Pike. She had seen Clarke being sneaked in and out of camp and Octavia leaving through the crawlspace as well. She would never tell him all this.

“You’re a traitor. On the Ark—"

“You’re late to the party, Hannah, I was already a traitor on the Ark.”

“And you were a month away from getting floated. You were given a second chance, and you wasted it by choosing the wrong side.” He paused, she looked back at him, wondering what his silence was about. “But we’re not on the Ark anymore.” Her eyebrows relaxed, understanding that they wouldn't execute her, at least not for the time being and she stared at Pike, tilting her head to the side in incomprehension.

“So, what are you gonna do to me?”

“Maybe if we keep you and your father separated, he will make a mistake and we can arrest him. All right, lock her up.” He motioned to the guards and was almost lifted from her chair by them when they made her get up, because she didn't have time to stand on her feet. They held her arms so tightly that she barely had time to take one step after another, her feet basically dragging on the ground. They passed Bellamy and she glanced at him, but her eyes went on Pike nearby and she called out to him. He turned his head towards her, and she spat at him. Years later, and she was still spitting in the face of a figure of authority. Then, it was Kane, now it was Pike. The second she did this insulting act, her face distorted in pain as a guard struck her with an electric baton. She fell to her knees and heard Bellamy yell at them to stop. With her eyes closed, her face leaning forward, she caught her breath, which had been cut off by the violence of the gesture. She opened her eyes when she felt two fingers gently lift her chin. Bellamy was kneeling in front of her. She shook her face, pulling away from his fingers and he let his hand fall.

“I didn’t pick the wrong side. You did.” she said, letting out a labored breath. He looked at her, quiet, as the guards picked her up and dragged her back to the cell, where they unceremoniously pushed her to the ground after freeing her from her handcuffs.

“Locking up their own now.” She grabbed the hand Lincoln gave her and he helped her up, noticing the burn mark across her top, where she was hit. She gave him a nod as a silent thank.

“Yeah, they were already locking up teenagers in the past. Executing the adults.” Her tone made it easy for him to understand she had been detained before her people ever came down to the ground. She sighed, looking towards the door. The blow had hurt her much more deeply. She continued to hope that Bellamy would wake up and join them, but she was angry with him for letting Pike lead him astray.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (01/12/2023) by Andrea

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