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astrophileous · 11 months

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HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

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obey-me-disaster · 2 years

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MC running away(and failing) after the demon brothers call them cute

A/N: Sometimes I think about the time I ran away out of instinct when a girl called me cute...I nearly tripped over a chair too. I would be a total mess in Devildom...

Lucifer

All he did was to call you cute after you made some coffee for him and you ran away. You managed to run into the door too before you opened it.

He gave you some time to calm down before before going to ask why you ran away. He was worried about having made you uncomofortable with his comment more than anything.

When you tell him it was just out of reflex cause you don't know how to react when people flirt with you he took a minute to process things. He was expecting anything but that.

Now that he knows you aren't uncomfortable with him calling you that, expect to be teased by him whenever you two are alone.

On one hand is to get you used to it, on the other hand is because he finds your reaction cute.

Mammon

He called you cute without realizing. You two were hanging out in his room and he was thinking how it would sound but unfortunately for him, he said it a bit too loud.

When he saw you start running his heart broke a little, but it was quickly forgotten when you tripped over some noodle cup on the floor.

After he made sure you were fine he went into full tsundure mode, going between not meaning it to 'Ya should be grateful the Great Mammon called you that'

You had to explain that you just panicked since you don't know how to handle people flirting with you. He honestly felt really stupid for his reaction after that. This shit will keep him up at night.

Leviathan

It was one of the few times where you were ranting about something you liked and not him while sitting in his bathtub. This whole scenario reminded so much of one of his favourite romance manga that he didn't realize he called you cute.

He only realize what he did when you suddenly stopped talking and your mind seemed to be all over the place.

He was about to start apologizing and take everything back when you try to run out of the room. Too bad you lost your footing while trying to get out of his bathtub of a bed and fell face first on the floor. At least that made him stop apologizing.

Literally efused to believe at first that you were not used to being flirted with. You were his Henry, how were normies blind enough to not notice you?? At least he took it as an opportunity to say that you two had one more thing in common

Satan

You two were cuddling in his room while he was reading a book outloud so you could hear it too. The whole atmosphere was so relaxing that you were begging to fall asleep while curled up to him.

Seeing how adorable you looked he was quick to tell you so giving you a kiss on the forehead. It took a few seconds for the words to register in your mind, but when they did you fell out of his bed and nearly brought one of his bookshelves down with you. to your defense his room is absolutely messy, one wrong move and you are burried in books

Despite the fact that he stopped the shelf from even coming close to you by using his magic he was still worried by your reaction.

To both his surpirse and amusement you turned out to just not be used to being called anything like that. Don't worry, he will keept that information in mind. Not for the best reasons, but at least he won't forget it.

Asmodeus

He discovered that being cute makes you run away out of instinct pretty early on. He really couldn't fanthom why more people didn't do that in the past, so he took it upon himself to compliment you and flirt with you to the moon and back

It took him a while to get you used to his compliments but it was all so worth it when you genuinely start to get more comfortable with being called all sorts of nice things.

The first time you didn't seem to get flustered by him calling you cute(or at least not flustered enough to run away and trip over something) he tackled you into a hug. You still ended up on the floor but at least it was not from running away.

He was so happy that he started to tell all of his brothers about it and try to convince them to flirt with you more. God bless Asmo or I guess not but he will put into an early grave at that rate

Beelzebub

It was after you offered to cook something that he called you cute. He was so happy that he was about to eat something made by his favourite person that the word just slipped out.

You tried to put the finished dish aside and and quickly make your retreat only to run face first into Beel's chest. Apparently he was standing way closer than you would have expected.

To make matters worse, he took your failed attempt at running as you wanting to give him a hug. Your only saving grace was the fact that he was beyond hungry so he didn't pay too much attention at the fact that you were flustered.

When you finally manage to exit the kitchen so you could go calm down your poor heart Beel was a bit disappointed that you didn't stay more it takes asmo or belphie to explain the whole thing when you run again anothef time

Belphegor

He is a little shit. He saw how you react when others call you cute and decided to use that knowledge to torment you.

You two could be cuddling or simply staying right next to one another when you feel his arms going around your waist. Thinking he only wants to use you as a pillow you don't move away from his touch.

Only when he starts teasing you and calling you cute do you realize it's all been a trap. You can't run away since he has an iron grip on you. the attic incident 2.0

Good luck at making him stop tormenting you. He adores too much how flustered you get to stop. You have better chanced at making him fall asleep than actually stop

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milliesfishes · 3 months

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𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓼 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝔀𝓸)˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[fem reader] contains: non consensual touch, cheating (not on billy), forced betrothal, verbal abuse, controlling parents, physical abuse, gaslighting pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: stuck in an arranged betrothal, you think you'll forever be trapped until you meet billy and your world is flipped upside down (part two) author’s note: thank you thank you thank you for all the support! sending love *mwah* Series Pinterest Board (updated) Series Spotify Playlist (updated)(chapter starting at Crimson and Clover)

"Don't let 'em getcha down, sunshine."

Billy's words echoed between your ears all the way home as you prepared to face your parents, and potentially Henry.

You felt unusually happy as you made the trek despite the looming prospect of your family. When you were close to your house you even took your shoes off, feeling the warm earth beneath your feet. Everything seemed brighter now to you: the sky, the grass, the flowers. It was all enhanced somehow, just when you'd thought it couldn't be more beautiful.

When your house got into view, you paused and took a deep breath, feeling anxiety hammer at your chest.

"Don't let 'em getcha down, sunshine."

Your feet moved you forward.

As expected, the second you opened the door you were met with voices shouting at you. They demanded to know where you'd been, why you weren't wearing shoes, why you'd disappeared last night, who you'd been with.

You could hardly place which questions were coming from who, only that Henry was mercifully not present.

"I had a headache," you said quietly, feeling slightly guilty that you'd worried them. "I didn't want to ruin anyone's night, so I figured I'd just come home. But I got lost."

They scolded you for not telling anybody you were leaving, saying Henry had been very worried about you. Thinking back to how much he'd drank while you were with him and knowing he'd undoubtedly drunk more, you doubted it. Still, you felt bad, understanding why they were upset. If your story had been true, it would've been foolish for you to leave like that. But you'd rather have them be mad about that story than the real one. So, you apologized, and they sent you to your room for the rest of the day.

You shut your bedroom door behind you, your parents' comments hardly stinging like they would have in the past. As a child you'd developed the habit of internalizing the negative emotions of those around you, the result a tangled mess of guilt sitting on your chest like a lead ball. Somehow that weight was lighter right now.

Going to the mirror, you brushed your hair away from your neck, revealing the love bite Billy had left mere hours ago. Touching it, you couldn't help but smile. It was proof last night had really happened.

As you looked over yourself, at your messy appearance, you didn't see the ghost that used to stare back at you. For the first time in who knows how long you'd made a decision for yourself. And it had felt marvelous.

Forget Henry, forget everything. You'd had a taste of independence, and it was addicting.

Your horse raced up the hill, your hair flying behind you, the wind kissing your cheeks. Once you'd reached the top you tugged on the reins, looking back at your companion.

Billy chuckled good-naturedly as he rode up beside you. "Who knew ya'd be able to beat me?"

"I told you I knew how to ride," you smiled, and he tipped his hat.

"Well goddamn," he grinned, and you looked down, your cheeks flushing pink. Even being in his presence had you flustered in the best way.

After a day sequestered in your room, you'd been allowed back out of the house under a very strict curfew and a promise made on your part to allow Henry to call on you since he'd apparently been so concerned.

The visit was painful in a multitude of ways.

He sat far too close, causing your fists to clench and knees to squeeze shut involuntarily. Of course, he insisted on kissing you, and all you could think of was the only other man whose lips had touched yours.

"You're not to ever leave my side at a party again," he'd said in a tone that was light but burningly threatening. "You embarrassed me in front of my friends with your outburst and scared me half to death when you disappeared. It's a miracle you made it home at all by yourself with how vulnerable you look."

"It's a miracle you remember after how much you drank." You'd meant for that to stay a thought, a silent pushback, but it fell out of your mouth before you could stop it and your eyes widened in horror. Henry hated it when you commented on his drinking.

You saw it coming before it happened. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist so tightly you let out a strangled little noise. Your breaths were becoming increasingly rapid as he leaned into you.

"Say it again." He did not raise his voice, which made his words all the more terrifying. You searched his eyes, the worst possible scenarios running through your mind.

When you hesitated, he shoved your arm against the corner of the table and you whimpered, trying to hold back how much it hurt. "I said, say it again."

"I..." you inhaled once through your nose, your heart still running like a rabbit. "Thank you for being so concerned. I won't do it again."

"That's better." Henry let go of your wrist and you slowly brought it back to rest on your lap. If you moved too quickly, he'd grab it again. You couldn't help but look down at your arm, at the bruises already forming both from the force of the table and his fingers.

Henry noticed, and he exhaled once through his nose. "If you were better, I wouldn't have to do this to you, you know that? Look what you made me do." He waved a careless hand at your arm. "Now I have that on my conscience."

All you could do was nod, your eyes falling to your lap.

You'd seen Billy in the market that afternoon, and he'd approached you with a smile that made every worry you'd had over the past two days melt into nothing. When he suggested you go for a ride the next day you'd immediately agreed.

Now here you were, sitting atop a horse next to him on a hill that overlooked a magnificent valley.

He was looking at you, you could feel it, and you liked how when you turned to meet his eyes he didn't look away. There was that jaunty half smile again. It would have weakened your knees if you'd been standing.

"Where're we goin' sunshine?" Billy asked, and his horse tossed its head as if wondering the same thing. Something about him letting you take the lead had you sighing internally in a longing way.

You looked out over the line of trees, studying it. Turning back to him and nodding your head in that direction, you said, "I haven't explored that area yet? Should we...?"

He gave an enthusiastic nod. "Lead the way."

Your heart did cartwheels as the two of you rode off side by side. It was invigorating to be out doing your favorite thing with someone like Billy. Someone who seemed to love it as much as you did.

When your horses breached the beginning of the trees both of you slowed down, just riding contently next to each other. You looked over and caught the sight of his thighs, appearing as firm and thick as you knew them to be. Now you were remembering how it felt to have one pressed up against you-

"See somethin' ya like?"

You met his eyes again. He was grinning cheekily. Focusing back on the path in front of you, you said, "I'm not allowed to look at you?"

"Just the opposite," he chuckled. "You can look at me 's much as ya want. I'll encourage it."

His words left you smiling. "I suppose I should tell you you're allowed to look at me too."

"Only if ya want me to, sweet thing," Billy lifted the brim of his hat so he could see you better.

You giggled, looking away as you blushed. "Have you ever been down here before?"

"It's as new to me as it is you," he said, looking out ahead and squinting. "There's somethin' over there."

Billy tugged on the reins to move his horse faster and you copied him. As you got closer to the spot, you could see what he was looking at. A small, weathered cabin smack in the middle of a clearing.

You laughed in delight, the surprise warming your heart. "How lovely."

"'S a miracle it's held up I reckon." Billy climbed off his horse, tying it to a tree branch. He politely held out a hand so you could get off too, and you accepted, gracefully stepping down. His other hand found your hip to steady you, and even the slight touch sent excited shivers through your body.

He checked to make sure nobody was inside, and that was the first time you ever saw him hold his gun. The sight probably should have scared you, but the protective nature of it all had you nearly swooning.

Once it was clear, you stepped inside. It was a dusty, one room setup, but you found it charming. There was a fireplace to the side, and cabinets lining one of the far walls.

"It feels like a storybook," you turned to look at Billy, who seemed pleased with your excitement.

"It's somethin' to be sure," he looked up at the roof. "Reminds me of a place my family stayed at when I was a kid. We were trekkin' 'cross the country to the West and we ended up in a cabin just like this to start, four of us in one room."

"You must've been brave," you looked at him as he talked about his past. "How old were you?"

"Young," he nodded, his blue eyes meeting yours. "Was a hard journey. But we made it."

"Does your family live here?" you questioned curiously.

"They're all gone now," Billy's smile dimmed just a bit. "Got sick in a couple different ways."

Feeling a twinge of sympathy, you stepped closer to him. Your hand found his, cautiously clasping them together. It surprised you when his fingers curled around yours, squeezing back. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Billy lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "Thank you, sunshine."

He rubbed his thumb over your knuckle, and then sat down on the dusty floor, pulling you down with him. "C'mere." He patted his thighs.

Smiling, you straddled his legs, facing him as he leaned against the wall. His big hands held your waist as his eyes fell on you, not sexual at all in nature. Just looking.

"Tell me more about your family." You smiled, settling in his lap. "How did they treat you?"

"My mama was the sweetest person ever to walk the earth," he reminisced, the thought turning his lips up again. Then he reached out and poked your cheek. "Other than you 'f course."

"Oh please," you looked down, half laughing.

"I mean it, sunshine," he squeezed your waist. "You're all sugar and no spice. Well-" he thought for a moment. "Maybe a little cinnamon."

That made you giggle, which made him smile lazily. "'nough 'bout my family though. Tell me 'bout yours. How do they treat you?" Billy repeated your words, but the question unintentionally held more weight than it had when you'd asked it.

You bit the inside of your cheek for a moment, your eyes finding his again afterward. "They...they treat me as well as they are able."

"Oh?" his brow quirked slightly. "How so?"

"It's not easy for them," you decided on saying. "I don't make things easy for them."

Billy searched your eyes, and you avoided his look, certain those piercing blues could see straight into your soul and cause all your secrets to rip from your throat. He didn't say anything until you were looking at him again.

"You're a sweetheart if I ever saw one," he said quietly. "Anyone who doesn't think so needs to open their eyes."

The way he said it was so smooth and gentle that you couldn't help but believe him. Billy's eyes lit up when your smile reappeared. It was so intimate, the way your happiness satisfied him.

As you looked into his eyes you thought, with that familiar stab of guilt, of your fiancé. But it wasn't over hurting Henry. It was over Billy.

He was a good man who was obviously starting to care about you. And you cared about him. He didn't deserve to be a pawn in the game you were playing to try and reach freedom. You decided to tell him. Tell him that you were engaged, and you were sorry and let him leave you to find some other lucky girl.

You opened your mouth to do so, but before you could speak, he said, "I know why ya left in such a rush the other morning."

A jolt of surprise made you pause. Had he heard from someone else? "You do?"

He nodded grimly. "It's your family, ain't it? Ya don't think they'll approve of me?"

You were frozen. That wasn't entirely untrue. Your father would never approve of you being with someone like Billy. If his horizons of marital prospects for his daughter hadn't only been comprised of the so-called gentleman of Atlanta society, you likely would've married long ago.

Billy noted your silence and nodded, picking up your hands and holding them between your chests. He held your gaze. "Look pretty, I...I had a real nice night with ya. It was special." You could have melted into a puddle at the way he said it.

He squeezed one hand, bringing it to his heart. "I meant what I said that morning. I don't just do that with any gal. I..." his chin bobbed as his stare became more intense. "I like you. And I wanna keep seein' ya. If who your family is means we gotta keep it quiet for a while that's alright."

You were floored. So he didn't know about Henry. Pushing that aside, you focused on what he'd said. He wanted to be with you.

Still feeling guilty, you squeezed his hand back. "Billy, that's not fair to you. I don't...you shouldn't have to get tangled up in this." You meant it in both the way he thought you meant and the way you really did.

His eyes were soft, and he left your hand on his heart in favor of stroking your cheek. "It ain't your fault they are the way they are. I know how some folk 'r set in their ways." Billy held your cheek so warmly that you leaned into it, seeing a flicker of light in his eyes when you did.

Leaning closer so you could see he was serious, he said, "I mean it. I like you. More 'n like you. And I wanna keep seeing ya. no matter the circumstances."

Billy was so earnest and honest and true that you felt like a monster. But the way he held you, the way he looked at you...you'd be a fool to resist.

So, you stayed wise.

"I want to keep seeing you too," you whispered, your lips parting in a little smile.

His face split into a grin and he closed the gap between your lips, kissing you for the first time since the other morning. This kiss wasn't like the passionate ones you'd shared before. It was so soft and sweet that you nearly ached.

Your hand fell from his heart, and he picked it up again, the long sleeve of your dress falling down slightly. The bruises.

Billy noticed. Of course he noticed. You braced yourself for what he'd say.

But not a word fell from his lips. He just studied your wrist for a second, then lifted it to his lips as if to kiss away the pain. Butterflies.

You knew it as soon as his lips touched your skin.

Oh.

I'm falling in love.

In the weeks that followed, you discovered there were a multitude of different ways to sneak out of your house.

Paranoid about someone catching you, you tried to rotate so it wouldn't be suspicious. But it turned out that your parents, caught up in their own affairs, hardly noticed what you were doing as long as you were home at the time they'd told you to be.

And so you were free.

Months of being trapped and miserable melted away the more time you spent with him. Billy was a door that opened to reveal everything that was wonderful.

The two of you explored every nook of the surrounding land on your horses. He showed you his favorite places and you showed him yours, surprised and delighted that a few of them overlapped.

Whenever he spread out a blanket you knew you were going to be kissing him a lot, often leading to more. He'd bring you to some river or wildflower field and pull you down between his arms, his lips devouring you until you were senseless. Oh, his kisses. They were the nectar that kept you breathing.

He showed you other ways of being intimate. You'd been surprised and confused the first time he'd pushed your skirt up and dipped his head between your legs. But Billy had walked you through it, keeping one arm wrapped around your thigh and the other propped up on its elbow so you could hold his hand.

It was a renaissance. Your pleasure, your freedom, your love. After so many years being drained by Atlanta society you hadn't been sure any of those were possible, especially the last. Billy was showing you they were, especially the last.

Billy listened to you. He cared about you. He was steady and smooth and easy in all the best ways. He kept a hand on you when he could, but it was never in a possessive way, more of an I'm here way. He was receptive to what you wanted, perceptive to your moods. Not that there was a variety; it was hard for you to be anything but happy around him

He made you laugh, filled you with a kind of giddy joy that had you giggling even when there was nobody around except the memory of him. Billy's entire being filled you with the kind of joy one could only dream up. It did not take you long to realize you loved him.

Just being with him was bliss. You felt like you could tell him anything in the world. Well, almost anything.

Your fiancé hung over the two of you like dead weight threatening to drop at any moment. Desperately, you wanted to tell Billy about it, especially after rougher days when Henry called on you and you needed comfort. What held you back was the thought of Billy feeling sorry for you, but also the fact that it was more likely now that he'd leave you once he knew. And you couldn't bear for this to end sooner than it had to.

So you guiltily stayed silent.

Even though you didn't tell Billy anything about what was going on, he was so perceptive that it likely wasn't hard to notice not everything was right with you.

There was one time when he had you lying on your back under the shade of a tree, kissing you feverishly with one leg keeping both of yours open.

His fingers glided up your waist, and you sighed at the feeling. One of your hands was tangled in his hair, with the other flung above your head.

You didn't even notice his hand had been going there, but when you felt it on your breast you sat up, panicked. That day in the drawing room.

Billy, understandably, was perplexed, but in a worried way. "You okay, sunshine?"

Gathering your bearings and reminding yourself that it was just him, you nodded, your breathing evening out again. "I'm sorry. I just..." you trailed off, looking up into his eyes. They were nearly cerulean as they stayed fixed on you, checking to see if you were well.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Billy assured you, slowly reaching out to hold the side of your face. He leaned in, kissing the corner of your mouth, almost like a question.

You turned your head to kiss him fully, your hand going to hold his other one. He responded slowly, easing you into the kiss. In a split-second decision, you lifted his hand and pressed it back against your breast, letting his fingers splay out over it.

He pecked your lips once. "Ya sure?" Another tiny kiss, his nose nudging yours. "You okay?" Billy experimentally cupped your breast, making sure you weren't flinching or wincing before his lips dove onto yours again.

Nodding, you pulled him close, and he slowly lowered you back atop the jacket of his he'd spread out for you to lay on.

The other episode was slightly scarier.

You'd been out for hours with him, on horseback for most of it, but he'd suggested you find a place to watch the sunset. Agreeing eagerly, you followed him to a pretty hilltop that he said had the best view.

The sky had been painted glorious streaks of orange and blue and purple and pink, reflecting on the few clouds left in the sky. It was romantic and peaceful watching the sun sink into the earth while you were snuggled under his arm.

When the stars started to poke their heads into the darkened sky Billy began pointing out constellations. Fascinated by what he knew, you listened, your eyes growing heavy as the lull of his voice relaxed your mind. One minute you were nodding along as he told you the story of Cassiopeia, and the next you were dreaming.

When you awoke, you didn't know where you were, only that you were cozy and warm and lying on top of something equally cozy and warm.

Cracking your eyes open, you saw that you were lying on your tummy on Billy's chest, your legs between his. He'd spread his jacket atop you sometime during the night to serve as a blanket. Given the fact that you were usually a light sleeper, you were surprised he'd managed to maneuver you into this position without you knowing. Smiling, you realized that likely spoke to how safe you felt around him.

Settling back into his arms, you closed your eyes for one second before remembering. Your curfew.

As if by another force, your body shot up, and you tried to stand but tripped over Billy's legs, waking him up too. He sat upright and rubbed his eyes. "Mornin', sunshine."

"What time is it?" you asked hurriedly, looking at the horizon. The sun hadn't risen yet, thank goodness.

Billy pulled you back toward him, so you were sitting against his side, and reached into the pocket of his jacket that was still around your shoulders. With one arm wrapped around you and resting on your thigh, he pulled out his pocket watch and flipped it open, squinting at the numbers. "Almost five, baby. Why?"

Your eyes were like saucers. "I should have been home hours ago." As it sunk in, your heart pounded, and you felt like you were going to cry.

"It's okay," Billy put a hand on your back, rubbing it lightly. "'S real early darlin'. Doubt anyone's awake."

Still, you shook your head, knowing your family would have noticed you didn't come home in time. Your breaths became rapid, and you felt tears spring to your eyes. When you looked down at your hands they were shaking. If your parents knew, then Henry was bound to find out and-

"Hey, hey," Billy frowned, following your eyes to your hands. He reached over and clasped one, the warmth lessening your shaking. "We'll getcha home, sweetheart. It's okay, no need to fret."

He stood, gripping your hand to help you get to your feet as well. You handed him back his jacket, and he pulled it on. Billy's hands came to bracket your face, and he kissed your forehead, then your nose and both your cheeks. You recognized the soothing motion by the time he captured your lips in a calming kiss.

"You're gonna be okay," he promised, and you nodded. It was easy to believe him. Billy pulled you into his arms for just a moment, kissing your hair. "We had a really good night, yeah?"

As you thought about it you smiled a little, and he pulled back to look. "There she is." Billy guided you over to where your horses were tied, unknotting the reins and offering a hand to help you get on. He gave the reins to you, giving your fingers a final squeeze. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

"I'll see you later," you confirmed, giving him a real smile before you rode off.

It turned out you needn't have been so worried. Both your parents had been at a party until late and had assumed you were in bed when you got home. At least, that was what a member of the staff had told you. Still, from then on you were more careful about what time you got home.

Henry was becoming increasingly impatient with you, complaining that you didn't spend enough time with him. There were a few more parties he tried to drag you to, but you made excuse after excuse, doing your absolute best to keep your distance. Though you couldn't hold him off forever.

There was to be a dinner. And not just with your family, although it was being hosted at their house. There were two more guests invited; a man your father and Henry were working closely with and one of his associates. You didn't pay much attention to who they were, truthfully. All you heard was that there was going to be another night of sitting still all trussed up like a doll, and with the same purpose too. Smile and look pretty. Mere ornamentation for your husband-to-be.

You spent the day with Billy beforehand, trying to get as much happy in your head as possible. He obviously could tell something was irking at you, but didn't push you, just held you extra tight. You could have cried over the sweetness of his gesture, or lack of it.

Now, laced into an itchy dress with your hair pulled up, you did your best to be positive. Since it was unlikely you'd be talking for most of the night you dwelt on a bank of memories from the last few weeks, all involving Billy, as you descended the stairs.

Henry kissed your cheek and told you that you looked beautiful. You accepted the compliment; grateful it was that.

Pulling you aside, your mother made like she was straightening your dress before you went into the front room to greet the guests with her. "Remember... best behavior. It's your job to keep Mr. Merritt happy."

She meant well, but the words still stung. Your mother had a habit of giving advice she found helpful but ended up leaving you down. It wasn't her fault, you knew. She'd been raised in the same sort of mouse trap you had, but she never knew it.

Entering the room, you went to Henry when he held out a hand, standing at his side like you were supposed to.

"This is my fiancée," he introduced you to an older man with a mustache called Eaton, who eyed you appreciatively. You gave him a shy smile, trying to subtly cover your cleavage. Yet another thing you disliked about this dress.

"The pleasure is mine." Mr. Eaton lifted your hand to kiss it.

Entirely, you thought, but you smiled.

"And this," Henry turned you to the other man and you nearly gasped. "Is Mr. William H. Bonney."

"Billy." Your response was automatic, and you panicked, looking back at Henry.

He didn't suspect anything. "Ah, you've heard of him my dear? Folks call him 'the Kid'."

Billy was dressed in more formal wear than you were used to, but he still looked like him. That was more than you could say for yourself. He'd removed his hat, so you could fully see the look of shock in his eyes.

Henry was oblivious. "Mr. Bonney, allow me to introduce my bride-to-be." He beamed at you. "Isn't she a sight for sore eyes?"

"Beautiful," Billy agreed, his gaze not leaving you. It wasn't like you could tear your eyes away from him either. Now he knows. The betrayal he must be feeling...you felt awful for it.

Billy lifted your hand just as Mr. Eaton had done, pressing his lips briefly to it. "Ma'am." You were reminded of the night you'd met, and it made you feel even worse. For a moment you wondered if Billy would say something to Henry, but that thought was dismissed as soon as it arrived. Billy was a gentleman-more so than those who wore suits and mingled in high society. He wouldn't even think of it.

During dinner you could hardly eat a bite, so riddled with guilt and apprehension. What would he say to you once he got you alone? Would he be angry? Sad? Glad to have a reason to be rid of you?

He got up to find the washroom, and after a few minutes, you stood up too. Hardly anybody noticed, and Henry just waved a hand when you whispered your excuse to him.

You caught Billy just as he was exiting to come back to dinner, pulling him into a nearby room. With wide eyes, he whispered, knowing they'd be able to hear if you were too loud. "You're engaged?"

"Yes," you managed, looking up into his eyes. "I am. I'm sorry, I should have told you-"

"I've gotten in the way of another man," Billy's hands found your shoulders, the roughness of his hands not relieving like they usually were. "Pretty...that ain't right. You shoulda said somethin'."

"I'm so sorry," you breathed, feeling like you were going to cry. "I just...being with you felt so good. I didn't want it to end." It sounded selfish, you knew it, and you saw how it manifested on Billy's face.

He pursed his lips, looking away. "I'm sorry too." You stared at the ground as his boots clomped away, trying desperately not to cry. The whole situation had gotten out of hand, and now you'd lost the one bright spot in your life.

Somehow you managed to compose yourself enough to go back in and sit down, not remembering to smile until your mother whispered a harsh reminder.

Henry put his arm around your shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, and it took all you had not to grimace. Stiffly, you let him touch you, his hand wandering down to your hip, to your bottom. He squeezed and you gasped, causing him to laugh.

He was humiliating you. In front of a stranger, in front of your parents, in front of... you could feel Billy watching you, but you didn't look at him.

Unfortunately Henry's hands did not stop there, and they slid up close to your breast-

That living room kiss, the way he'd told you there were no other options.

You stood suddenly, causing everyone to stare, but effectively removing his hand from where you didn't want it. Your chest was heaving with the sudden recollection, as well as everyone's eyes on you. It had been a knee-jerk reaction, and you hadn't thought about the consequences because there was no time to think.

"Pardon me," you said, your voice breathy. "I just..." as your eyes wandered you caught sight of your mother glaring at you. Your father wore a similar expression. You thought of all they'd done for you, how much they wanted this to work.

Sinking back into your chair, you softly said, "Headache."

Mr. Eaton gave you an odd look, but nothing was said. You still couldn't bring yourself to look at Billy.

The night concluded shortly thereafter. You pulled yourself together and said goodbye to Mr. Eaton, hardly noticing his wandering eyes this time. Then you moved to Billy, and the tears you'd held back so well for the whole night threatened to make an appearance again when you saw the way he was looking at you.

His blue eyes didn't hold anger like you thought they would. You only could make out a protective edge, and care, concern.

Leaning in, he kissed your hand once more. You politely bid him farewell, and he nodded, his expression unchanging.

After the door shut, Henry took your arm before you could flee, and your mother wandered into the other room. Your father had long since disappeared, leaving you defenseless. At least with a crowd your fiancé couldn't do too much damage.

"You're lucky you remembered your manners." Henry's grip on your arm was already too tight.

"I had a headache, I'm sorry," you said quietly, not feeling like fighting back. "It will not happen again."

"I wish I could believe it." When you looked up at him, his expression was dangerous. Henry leaned in, a piece of hair falling into his eyes. It only served to make him look madder. In both mind and demeanor. He laughed when he saw how afraid you looked. "Look at you. One word and you're shaking."

Clenching your jaw, you lifted your chin. Now that things were over with Billy, you were forced to accept that this would be your life. Catering to the whims of a man who did not love you the way anyone wanted to be loved. There was nobody to rescue you. "You touched me like that in front of strangers. In front of my parents." Although your voice was soft, your words were clear, and you were proud of yourself. "We're not even married yet-"

In a single motion, Henry pushed you, sending you smashing against the wall and crumpling to the floor. You let out a cry, but of course nobody came to your aid. And you were reminded painfully again of how alone you were.

You couldn't help it. The tears escaped your eyes. Your head was bowed, a strand of hair escaping your updo and falling into your line of vision. Your whole body ached, not just from his shove, but from all the emotion coursing through your veins. It had been inside for so long.

His shoes appeared before you, and a finger tilted your chin up. You knew you looked pathetic, and you knew he thought so too.

"The law may not dictate it," he said in a sharp whisper, his eyes nuclear. "But you are my wife in practice until the wedding. That means you respect and obey. Is that clear?"

"Yes." You met his eyes because you knew he wanted you to.

He released your chin, and your head bowed again, staring at the two little dark marks on your skirt from your teardrops. The sound of his shoes nearly made you flinch as he walked away. You didn't look up until you heard the front door open and shut.

Burying your face in your hands, you resisted a scream. Your nails dug into the skin around your eyes. You wanted to claw them out. But then you wouldn't be able to see him coming.

You didn't even want to see the marks that were surely forming from this incident. But you knew your knees would be bruised from falling, and probably your back and forearms from hitting the wall. At least you wouldn't have to cover them up for Billy.

Billy.

The thought sending you over the edge, you drew your knees to your chest, sunk your face into them and cried.

In the morning, you got up and saddled your horse out of instinct, only hesitating slightly when you remembered Billy wouldn't be joining you. Still, you pressed forward, figuring the ride would clear your head even if you didn't get to see him. You knew you would probably never see him again for anything like this.

As you readied your horse, however, you heard the unmistakable sound of hooves in the distance. Looking up, you immediately recognized that silhouette.

Billy stopped a little distance away, and he lifted his hand in a wave, motioning for you to come over.

You didn't want to, sure that this would only lead to more guilt now that the two of you weren't being watched. But it was Billy. And you wanted a chance to explain. So, you left your horse in the stables and ran over, holding the skirts of your simple dress out of your way. At least now you felt back to normal, in your clothing of choice with your hair loose.

He didn't dismount when you came up to him, much to your surprise. Instead, he held out a hand. "C'mon sunshine. Wanna show ya somethin'."

"Should I get my horse?" you asked, looking back at the stables.

"No need, I'll have ya back in no time," he flexed the fingers of his hand. "Hop on up."

You mounted, sitting in front of him with your back snug against his warm chest. The morning air was slightly chilly, so it was welcome.

Billy got the horse moving, keeping one arm secured around you as he guided it wherever he was taking you. The trees surrounding were familiar, but it felt too good to be back up close to him to really pay attention. Only when he stopped the horse at a recognizable little cabin smack in the middle of a clearing did you realize.

Trying to look around at him, you said, "Billy-?"

He dismounted and set his hands on your waist, lifting you off the horse and setting you on your feet. Then without a word he took your hand and led you up the porch steps holding the door open so you could go inside. He followed in behind you.

It was clear someone had spent time here, done some work to clean it up. The floor was no longer dusty, and the cobwebs in the corners had vanished. You saw a stove against the wall and a few blankets folded on the opposite side. Turning to Billy, you looked at him in astonishment.

He settled against the wall by the blankets and spread his legs out in front of him, patting his thigh. "C'mere, angel."

Was this a trap? A build up to horrible news? You paused before you moved toward him, your mind weighed with those very thoughts. But he didn't look upset, so you went to him, sitting on his legs. He adjusted you, pulling one knee so it was on his other side, effectively making you straddle him.

Putting his hands on your waist, he rubbed his fingers up and down. "Relax. Everything's okay." At his words you visibly calmed down. When he deemed it the right time, he picked up your hands, holding them between you and reminding you of the first time you came here.

"Look at me, yeah?" he only continued when your eyes lifted to his. "Last night was surprising. Ya realize that, right?"

You nodded, immediately going into apology mode. "I'm so sorry Billy. I thought about telling you so many times, but I didn't know how and-"

"It's okay," he soothed, squeezing your hand. "I understand." Then, his face fell slightly, and he lowered your hands to rest on your thighs. "Do ya love him?"

"No." The answer was immediate. You didn't even think about it. "I've never loved him. Not even for a second."

Billy looked relieved, but then he frowned, his hands going back to your waist with the same slow motions. Up and down. It was like he was trying to keep you calm. "Why're ya marryin' him then, sweetheart?"

Taking a deep breath in, you told him the story of what had happened in your family's drawing room in Atlanta. He listened intently with a serious expression on his face, and when you were done, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. You could see him putting the pieces together, practically hear him remembering the day he'd touched you in the same place and you'd recoiled. "I'm so sorry that happened to ya, honey."

"I've learned to live with it." You leaned into his hand, nuzzling your cheek slightly against it. Even after everything you were still touch-starved, still hanging onto every second your skin was against his. "I didn't have a choice."

He seemed to understand through the way he thumbed up and down your cheek, and the way he looked at you. Then, nodding a little, he raised his other hand to hold the opposite cheek. "I love you."

The words caused an explosion of warmth in your chest. You searched his eyes, not really needing to make sure he was serious, but doing it out of habit. Lifting your hand to his, you whispered, "I love you too."

Billy leaned forward and kissed you, soft and gentle and sweet. He leaned his forehead against yours when your lips parted and used both his hands to smooth your hair behind your shoulders. A little smile came to his face.

"I didn't know if it was the right time to say before. But last night when I saw ya with him...saw the way he treated you..." Billy's eyes darkened. Then he stroked your cheek again. "Those bruises from the first time we came here-" his other hand came to that wrist, and he looked at it as if expecting to find them still there. "Did he do that to you?"

You nodded and his jaw clenched. "Did he do anything last night?"

Another nod. Billy exhaled softly. "Where?"

Not wanting to hide anything from him ever again, you pulled your long sleeves up so he could see the darkening bruises on your forearms. He touched them gingerly. "This the only place?"

Taking his hand in yours, you guided it to your back, sliding it up and down the affected area once. Billy looked horrified. "That whole spot?"

It seemed all you could do right now was nod. At that, he gently wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close to him, but not too tight, likely for fear of disturbing your injuries. He kissed your cheek, then your shoulder, one of his hands holding the back of your head to him. "Oh, baby."

He just held you to him for a long while, and you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders. You weren't the only one who knew. You weren't the only one who cared. Whatever love you'd had before expanded until you didn't think it could fill your body anymore.

Billy kept his arms loosely wound around your waist as he looked at you, nodding his head at the space the two of you were in. "Ya see this? 'S all for us, angel. I came in and fixed it up so we could have a place...away from everythin'...and everyone."

You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly and he chuckled a little but returned it. Even though he had laughed at you it didn't feel like it did when Henry did. With Billy, you knew it was pure delight.

Pulling back from him, you realized something, and your face fell again. "But Billy...I only have ten months until I have to marry him."

He looked at you determinedly. "That means we have ten months to figure how we're gonna getcha outta there."

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melishade · 5 months

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Majority of Transformers fans when something new such as Transformers One trailer is released:

BTW; what’s your reaction to Transformers One? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Yes, the trailer came out today for those who are still out of the loop.

And I have some thoughts.

You can tell that there was a lot of love put into the animation. It's smooth. It's clean and vibrant. There are Cybertronian animals and landscape. Because a lot of the Transformers stories take place on Earth because the planet is already destroyed from war. Even when we do see the planet in the animated series in the past, it mainly focuses on the cities and urban places. I think Cyberverse was the first one I've seen really branch out into other locations on Cybertron and have settings and stories take place there, but I could be wrong in terms of animated series. I'm certain they expand on other locations on Cybertron in the comics. I just don't have access to them.

The actually designs feel like a mix of G1 and IDW. However the faces are still something that I have to get used to.

It looks like their taking a page out of the Aligned Continuity where the Quintessions invade before the war begins.

The cast also not having the ability to transform and not knowing how to is so jarring. Like that's so freaking weird. IDK why.

Keegan Michael Key is no doubt doing his regular stand up shtick and what not. He's not really doing anything to change his voice or make it stand out. When I hear Key play Bumblebee, I just hear Key. But the jokes for Bumblebee have been really solid, and I find it funny that Bumblebee is killing people on purpose and accident.

I don't have too much to say about Johansson's voice acting for Elita 1 because we only get a few lines from her, but the animation for her is smooth.

Again, so weird hearing Megatron sound so young and full of life. Like hearing Brian Tyree Henry speak as Megatron genuinely threw me off. Like what the hell. I'm so used to hearing Megatron sound so tired, angry, or ragged, not annoyed and cautious!

But I have to say, Chris Hemsworth was great as Orion Pax. An unexpected stand out. I was so worried about Chris being Orion Pax because he's never done voice acting before aside from voicing Thor, and he didn't seem to have too much knowledge of Transformers, calling Transformers One the first animated feature length film for the franchise, clearly forgetting about G1. Say what you will about Keegan, Scarlett, and Brian, they have voice acting experience in different animated shows and films. Hemsworth had practically none. But I heard that he personally spoke with Peter Cullen and asked him for advice. And it does show. Like it's not like a Chris Pratt performance where he's just doing whatever. At some moments, you can still tell that it is Hemsworth, but at other moments it does feel like this is Orion. He's genuinely putting in a lot of effort and I have to say props to him.

Also, I'm glad Orion is shown to be feral, putting a goddamn jetpack on Megatron. That's great.

I am still cautiously optimistic about the movie. But we will see what happens.

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month five (September): early bird

Summary: Sy comes home early from tour

Warnings: none really, some tension, Sy comes back home :))

A/N: Sorry this took a while, it's exam season (again, yes I know, life as a European college student is rough) I also had some friends visit me from abroad, and well time has just been flying the fuck by so...apologies BUT wait no more, here it is :))

(this is part five to my series: A year in apartment 6B)

'H-Hello?' you picked up the call, trying to calm down your racing heart.

'Hi there,'

'Sy?!'

'That's the one.'

For some reason, it felt like you'd been caught. You swallowed thickly, prepared to give some kind of explanation as to why on earth you were wearing his boxers. And why did they have a wet patch, growing undeniably larger around your crotch?

'You there, Sugar?'

His deep voice shook you out of your initial panic and shot straight to your core. You realized then how much you had missed his voice, and as you realized that, you realized something else.

'I thought you weren't allowed to call from base?'

'Well, I'm not on base.'

'Then where the hell are you?'

You couldn't help the worry lacing around your words.

'Alright, I'm gonna need you to calm down...'

Those words did not help you calm down. In fact, they did the exact opposite.

'There was a...an incident...and,'

'Logan Henry Syverson, where THE HELL are you?!'

'Reed Army Medical Centre, DC.'

Your stomach dropped.

'M-medical Centre? Wait, did you say DC? You're in America? You're in a Medical Centre in America?'

You didn't even know what you were saying at this point. The words just flowed out of your mouth as they settled into your brain.

Medical Centre. In DC. He got sent back. He got hurt.

'I just wanted to let you know I'll be coming home early.' he said casually

'What...what happened?'

'Like I said, there was an incident at the base.'

You knew he wasn't gonna give you more than that. Not that you needed to hear the details. Besides, you don't think you could handle hearing it and you're sure Sy didn't need a replay of the events either.

'How bad are you hurt?' you asked, that's all you needed to know.

'I've been better but I've been worse.' he stated, 'Don't worry your pretty little head about me, I'm fine.'

'So how long do you have to stay there? And how long have you been there? Have you called your parents yet? Do you need me to call them? Can you have visitors, because I can-'

'Woah there, sugar. Don't forget to breathe.' He interrupted your ramble

'Sorry...' you apologized a little embarrassed, earning a small chuckle from him.

'I got out of surgery a couple hours ago. I need to stay here for a couple weeks. I called my parents before I went into surgery and my mother left a little while ago with Aika. She's gonna take care of her until I get discharged here and then she's gonna drop us off home. Oh and please don't you dare come all the way out here to DC, okay? It's not worth it I'm telling ya, sugar, I'll be home before you know it.'

Surgery???

'You brought, Aika?' you asked, deciding once again not to push it

'My leg was hanging on by a thread but I refused to get on the plane without her.' he joked

His leg. That's what he had surgery on.

You stayed quiet as you looked around the apartment, already thinking of ways to make moving around the place easier for Sy. Maybe you could move the couch a bit? Would he have crutches? or a wheelchair?

'I can hear you thinking through the phone, princess'

'hmm' you tried to play it off casually

'I'll be back soon, okay? Is the place growing mold yet?'

'Yeah, a little but don't worry it matches the burn marks in the kitchen.'

For the first time, you heard him let out a laugh. An actual, honest laugh.

You immediately wanted to hear it again.

'Alright, trouble. I gotta go, doc just walked in for a checkup. I'll see ya soon, okay?'

'Okay, call me if you need anything...'

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As the days flew by, the nervous feeling in your stomach only grew. September had rolled around and that meant it was your fifth month of living in the apartment. The weather was getting gloomier and the days were getting shorter, it felt like time was flying faster and faster each day.

It had been a week since Sy's call. Part of you was relieved to know he was safe now, but another part was concerned.

Even though you got a text from him every day, you were none the wiser about his situation. He kept his messages short and sweet, mostly asking about you and always saying he's fine or 'doc said I'm making progress.'

Almost two weeks after his first call he called you again to tell you he needed follow-up surgery. You tried your hardest not to worry too much. Some days you didn't know what scared you more, Sy's situation or how much you cared about Sy's situation.

'Are you okay?!' You immediately spoke when you picked up the phone. It had been a week since Sy's follow-up surgery and you hadn't heard a single thing from him

'Hello to you too.' he spoke

'Would it have killed you to text me after surgery? I've spent an entire week planning your fucking funeral you fucking morron!'

'I'm sorry sugar, I'm fine, I promise. Ma stopped by a couple times and I slept through half the week' He assured you, 'I got some good news...I'm coming home tomorrow'

'Tomorrow?!' You thought back about the mess you dared to call your apartment.

'Yeah...is that okay?'

'O-ofcourse! Yeah, totally!'

'I gotta keep my cast on for another five weeks but aside from that I'm good to go.'

While Sy continued with his small talk you silently grabbed your calendar from your desk, marking October 23rd, the date exactly 5 weeks from now...

After work, you raced home to clean everything for the 4th time in 6 days and rearranged the furniture just to put it back where it started (twice). Christ, it felt like you were preparing for the damn pope to visit.

You even stopped by the store to buy a toy for Aika, praying to god she'd like it.

By the end of the night, you were utterly exhausted, pouring yourself a generous glass of wine to ease the nerves as you crawled on the couch, barely staying awake long enough to figure out what movie you were watching...

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'Sugar?'

'...hmm?' your brain slowly but surely stirred awake.

You barely got your eyes open before having to screw them shut again as a big wet nose nudged yours, warm tongue licking your cheek happily.

'Aika!' Sy growled out, trying to pull her back a little.

Sy. SY?!

Your eyes shot open again. There he was. Peering down at you. Maybe it was the sleepiness or the way he was standing there looking down at you, but fuck, he looked good. You'd think a near-death experience would take it out of you, huh?

'You're home!' you sat up quickly, the fluffy blanket dropping onto your lap.

'Morning, trouble. Why are you sleeping on the couch?' He asked 'Please don't tell me you have rats in your room or something...'

Your tired brain was starting to take in your surroundings. You felt like the human version of a Windows 8.

'I-I'm...uh...No, I was cleaning up last night and I guess I just...dozed off...' you explained 'I'm so sorry, Sy. I didn't know you'd be home this early, what time is it?'

Sy smiled down at you as Aika slowly sniffed your leg. 'Don't worry, Sugar. You didn't have to go through all that trouble, the place is damn spotless.' he complimented. 'And it's 8AM. I wasn't planning on coming this early but my Ma liked to go to the farmers market on Saturday morning, so I told her she could drop me off before she went.'

'Oh crap, your mom! She didn't see me drooling all over the couch did she?!'

And there it was again, his dashing smile.

'No don't worry, she dropped me off downstairs.'

You nodded at his words and a comfortable silence filled the room. Your eyes roamed his body again. He was wearing a shirt and some loose sweats. The pants covered his legs, but you could still tell there was a cast going from his left knee to his foot and you finally noticed he was holding a crutch.

Suddenly feeling incredibly rude and a tad embarrassed, you stood up.

'Oh shit, sorry! Sit down, please! Do you need anything?'

Sy had a stern look on his face, you thought you may have offended him in some way before you realized his gaze was aimed directly at your breasts, which you just noticed were only covered by a very thin tank top, leaving little to the imagination.

You felt your face getting red before Aika nudged her head against your hand, desperately begging for some much-needed attention.

'Hi there,' you smiled at her, petting her head 'So you're the famous Aika, huh?' you said, trying to ignore Sy's stare and the way it made you blush like a schoolgirl.

'Oh, I almost forgot! I got her something! Wait there...' you said as you quickly ran off to grab the toy you bought her from your room.

When you got back, Aika immediately took the toy from you, trotting around the couch with pride.

'Thanks, you really shouldn't have,' Sy said with a warm smile

You felt a sudden urge to wrap your arms around him. You wanted to hold him, tell him he was safe now, and say you'd care for him.

Part of you had hoped your slightly inappropriate thoughts about Sy would come to an end once he got home. But seeing him stand right in front of you had your mind clouding with snippets from your dreams all over again.

'I wanted to make her feel at home,' you said, 'Like you did when I first moved in.'

You kept your voice quiet, afraid he'd hear the tremble in it if you spoke any louder.

'Well, I hardly did anything special.' Sy stated, moving a bit closer to you 'And I definitely didn't buy you any toys...'

You snorted at that.

'Well, maybe that's something you should consider then.' you teased, taking couple steps back, 'I'm gonna go take a shower, I'll make some breakfast when I'm out, sound good?'

'Sounds perfect, Sugar.'

And just like that, Sy was home.

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A/N: OOoohhh I am so so so so soooo happy Sy is home I can't wait to show you guys what fun stuff I have planned for these roomies hehe. I hope you enjoyed, as always feedback is welcome and like/shares/comments are highly appreciated <3

#gummydummy19 #fanfiction #fluff #smut #a year in apartment 6b #smutty thoughts #captain syverson #henry cavill

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livelaughlovelams · 2 months

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OOO I found this crusty draft but I need to get back on AMREVBLR so...

(don't come at me I just wanted to post something oml)

One thing the whole Lams community gets fatally wrong is the relationship between Laurens and his father.

Sure, John and Henry had their differences, but they were actually fairly close. Gregory D. Massey even called John the favourite child!Was Henry a GREAT father? Heck no! But he did try, and he wasn't HORRIBLE at it. Just a bit forceful. Most of this fandom's hatred for Henry Laurens sparks from one thing: John's sexuality.

Yes, Henry Laurens was homophobic, and John Laurens was most likely a homosexual man. But we're forgetting that it was the 18th century. Homosexual acts were illegal, and you'd be arrested, severely punished, or even executed if you were found intimately with someone of the same sex, and definitely disgraced permanently. Period-typical homophobia really isn't the same as today's view. It's likely Henry had a slight guess that John wasn't interested in women, but you've got to understand how outrageous that was for the time. When John wrote to Henry about his wife, Henry was most likely relieved and stopped worrying about his son's sexuality altogether. Of course, Henry likely didn't know that John married her out of pity and just because he was a genuinely good lad.

A lot of media and fanfiction or just fan portrayals overall portray Henry as this cold, heartless being who despised his family with a burning passion, but that really isn't true. Henry mourned very deeply after John's death, and did the same after Eleanor, John's mother's death. He spent a lot of time with John, specifically in his teenage years when they were in London. Henry tried, he really did.

Henry DID put down his son's interests, however. It was clear from a young age that John was very interested in biology and plants, as well as art and medicine. If it wasn't for Henry, John would have likely become a painter, naturalist, or doctor after his career as a soldier. Yet, Henry pushed John to study law over his other subjects of interest, and so he did. This wasn't because these subjects were "gay" or "girly" as I've seen some people say. These really just weren't high paying or honorable careers for the time. Today a doctor would be very impressive. At the time, a doctor wouldn't have been seen majorly better than a maid. Is it wrong that Henry discouraged John from pursuing his interests and passions? Yes. Honestly, it is. But it's clear that Henry only wanted what was best for his son, even if he wasn't great at showing it.

#amrev #john Laurens #henry Laurens #lams #historical lams #historical john Laurens

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welcome-to-roomba-fazbender · 6 months

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HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSERY TO

CHARLIE THE CURSED PHONE GUY

MAY HE STAY WITH US FOR ANOTHER FIVE AND BEYOND!

and now a special message from the man himself.

"Well, Well, Well... look how far we've come huh? Genuinely, honest... And Truly."

"Five years ago I was made and cursed the world of tumblr with my presence, time sure does fly! I've lost a few friends, but gained plenty more in return!"

"I wouldn't even be here today without them, now granted I'm not gonna name EVERYONE! But I am gonna name a select few and tell you how they've impacted me... AHEM..."

"First and foremost the man the myth and the legend the one who is the reason behind everything, the man where if he didn't exist I wouldn't exist!"

"Henr- ... we all know I don't mean him we're talking about real people."

"If your name isn't listed, it isn't because the mod dosen't care but it's because he's a dumbass and these are the ones that came up at the top of his head when writing this post, totally not a forth wall break."

@directdogman

"The Creator of the DSAF/Dayshift At Freddy's Series Direct Doggo himself, sure okay I was a late edition to the fandom.

but it is fully thanks to DSAF 3 and him that I even exist, what can I say about doggo other then what has been said before one thousand times? He is a man of many skills and many talents."

"He is creative, smart and genuinely an inspiration to everyone in the community of both DSAF and Dialtown... no matter how much time has passed, I will personally continue to respect the man I owe everything to him. So thank you doggo genuinely for your support and your amazing games."

@cook-ie-chip

"One of my oldest friends in the community, I've known you since almost the start! we have alot of memories together, some laughs, some cries! you also created my blue prints

(though in lore they were written by henry and will) let's look past that! You remind me of how things used to be a long time ago, and I'm glad to still know you even now."

"and with any hope I'll curse you for many years more."

@lazy-charlie / @chuck-the-fanboy

"I remember how we met, you found me and we both realized we had the same name, and so I decided to charge you extra for like a pizza party lmao."

"But ever since that day we have only grown closer and closer... to the point your apart of the roomba fazbender family [no you will get no discounts] ..."

"You've done so much for me over the years though, you helped create the Roomba's we have here today, you drew some of our lovely walrus friends!"

"AND ... ough... Okay Okay I'll be honest you made Chuck The Fanboy originally a joke just to tease me with, but over the years he's grown on me... DO NOT LET HIM HEAR ME SAY THIS, but he's like a lil bro... and if anything happened to him I'd be devastated."

@clownsuu / @not-robert

"... well well well if it isn't the shadow in black and the big buff zombie, what can I say about both of you?"

"Hmm... Clownsuu here teases me, has DRAWN ME MPREG, HAS DRAWN ME EMO, IS THE REASON WHY THE EVIL VERSION OF ME EXISTS!..."

"and yet life wouldn't be the same with out him, jack is... an anomaly someone I met because someone thought he was stealing me! HA no one can steal this perfect face~"

"Gotta say though, all jokes aside... life just wouldn't be the same without him, alot more boring you know? I must admit he is someone I will never forget, you've also drawn photos of a few of my walrus I still have hung up in my office, I appreciate you for absolutely everything you've done."

"And don't get me started on Robert that big buff baby, I've put him in just about every costume under the sun, and yet he still puts up with me and stays still no idea why. But it's because of him my restaurant has expanded so much, from a bowling alley, a karaoke bar and dumpsters full of meat."

"Don't tell Robert this he'd likely call me an idiot, but guy's one of my best friends genuinely thankfully he's immortal so I'll never worry about losing him but ... the thought still scares me."

"Never change Robert."

@weirdozjunkary

"You turned me into a furry... I got nothin else to say I just had to point that out."

"..."

"Okay, fine you did alot more then that, you introduced me to bedlam someone who can FINALLY truly be a sponge to my cursed and chaotic behavior, honestly I'd hope so considering he's the god of chaos."

"I only met him recently but I'd fuken fight his version of god for him ... seriously don't tempt me I will kick that old man's ass."

"I'm glad to have bedlam in my life and hope I know him for many years more."

@an-artist-place-for-extra-art

"you simp for the evil version of me I..."

"I have no words for you..."

"I just question... why?"

"though honestly? never change, I care for you just the way you are, your amazing."

"Alright, Alright enough of the mushy stuff and forth wall breaks it's messing with my circuits and servo's ahem..."

"The most important thing about this day is one..."

"I'm so fucking cool"

"two"

"I AM NEVER GOING ANYWHERE HATERS, FIVE MORE YEARS AND BEYOND OF ME!!!"

"and three... and most important lore wise"

"HAPPY 50TH ANNIVERSERY TO ROOMBA FUCKING FAZBENDERS!"

"50 YEARS THIS PLACE HAS BEEN OPEN WITHOUT ANY DEATHS JUST A FEW INJURIES AND I'LL TAKE THAT WITH STRIDE!"

"AS THE ULTIMATE FUCK YOU TO FREDBEAR'S AND FAZBENDER ENTERTAINMENT!"

"THE GUY WHO IS A LITERAL ELDRITCH HORROR AND EATS SHOES WITH HIS BOOTLEG RESTURANT LASTED LONGER THEN ALL OF YOU SUCK IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"... thank you... genuinely out of pocket with full seriousness..."

"thank you everyone for sticking around none of this would be possible without you, and I HONEST AND TRUELY can't wait for another five amazing years."

Moderator Monnie: And happy anniversary to everyone from me to all of you!

Have a fantastic day! and thank ya'll for reading!

#charlie the phone guy #charlie the cursed phone guy #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #mod monnie #mod post #important #very important post #Happy Fifth Birthday Charlie!#Happy 5th Anniversary Charlie!#Happy 50th Anniversary Roomba Fazbender's (Lore)#Happy Fiftieth Anniversary Roomba Fazbenders (Lore)#Long post #Very Long Post #forth wall break basically the entire post lol

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holocene-sims · 7 months

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next // previous

august 17, 2021 1:00 a.m. paradise hotel

[grant] you can have first dibs on trying. my family on all sides and in all countries have been too successful at matching people.

[henry] time to humble them?

[grant] besides, mama ong didn't get a chance with you. you figured it out a decade ago!

[henry] two decades ago if you count the time soobin and i crossed paths in vacation bible school and she kind of sort of ruined my watercolor painting of jesus.

[grant] isn't that crazy? the same girl you, uhhh, almost punched in a church is the same woman you fell in love with at a college cheese club meeting?

[henry] the enemies to lovers trope lives on.

[grant] you're basically a fanfiction. enemies to lovers plus soulmates because neither of you ever dated anyone else.

[grant] man, the universe is so weird. seven plus billion people on earth and you guys run into each other twice.

[henry] the first time was a total fluke, too. how were we at the same VBS when we didn't go to the same church or live in the same town? oh, and we didn't recognize each other from our first encounter until years into our adult relationship.

[insook] her family seems to have forgotten the incident, too. permanently, though.

[insook] which is good because i defended you when i shouldn't have and things got ugly.

[henry] you defended me?! mom, i threatened to punched someone. in a church. over nothing worth that level of aggression.

[insook] oh, not for that. that's unforgivable. you knew that. i punished you. but i defended you when soobin's mom insulted you. now don't worry - she likes you these days!

[insook] still, a parenting tip: you can never reason with a parent in an unreasonable state.

[henry] i could have gone without knowing that. i'm not going to bother asking what she said about me. i find her intimidating. she's like if your mom wasn't evil, grant.

[grant] you know, that's extremely hard to imagine. i'll just assume you mean rich and strict.

[insook] that would be about right. but she is nice! oh, look at the time. i have to go now, i'm sorry. i have book club soon!

[henry] that's fine! have fun. i'll call you back tomorrow.

[insook] of course. you two have fun as well! yes, have fun, sleep well, make sure you eat, and mind your health, grant.

[insook] by the way, i'm glad you're still best friends.

[henry] couldn't have it any other way. this guy's pretty cool.

[grant] i literally adore you.

[insook] i'm not surprised–just happy. a good friend is one of the only things in life that can be forever.

[insook] now don't forget to call me again! i love you kids.

[henry] i would never forget. love you.

[grant] i love you, too, mama ong! bye bye bye.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #loose throwback to the scene where grant's family in ireland was joking about the next big event being his wedding someday #and also technically the alex bachelor party scenes with that matchmaking but this is in better spirits lmfao rip #btw i never feel overly confident in my sim making skills but ngl i feel like i popped off making henry's mom #i'm sorry dhfikdsfdks she's just so stunning #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry #hlcn: insook

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traintrainingmontage · 3 months

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Following up on the Edward and Henry post, it's time for that promised James and Henry post. I feel like James has truly complicated feelings about Henry because when he sees Henry, he's reminded of himself, particularly the parts that he doesn't want to think about. James was an experimental build, and bought by Sir Topham for cheap as a result. I doubt there's anything that destroys an engine's confidence quite like being told "you were made differently on purpose but you don't work that well, so I'm selling you off cheaply to be rid of you." No wonder James is so desperate to reinvent himself and be seen as a special, splendid engine! He was essentially abandoned for something completely outside of his control, that also led to disaster on his first day on Sodor! Plus, as I've mentioned in previous posts, many of the engines around aren't quick to forget. They use shameful incidents as weapons, and James becomes nasty in response, as a defense mechanism, even if he doesn't necessarily want or mean to be.

But now, let's talk about that in the context of Henry. Henry is consistently ill, and Sir Topham, while trying to do everything he can, is getting increasingly exasperated with Henry. It's nobody's fault, but those are the circumstances, and Henry's in much the same boat as James, being made from stolen experimental plans and sold cheap. How could James not look at Henry and see himself, his true essence, all of his fears on full display? Whenever Henry is unwell and worried about his future, and everyone else tells him to stop being dramatic, James contributes, but it's not because he can't relate. The problem is that he can. Far too well, in fact. Henry reminds him of who he used to be, reminds him of the self he tried and tries so hard to hide beneath confidence he makes himself feel.

I can only imagine how much of a relief it was to James that Henry got rebuilt, got back to work, and Sir Topham didn't just get rid of the problem like their previous railways/workshops had done to them. It was proof that despite everything, their controller valued them as really useful engines and was willing to do what it took to make them so. I feel that it was only after Crewe that James could finally look at Henry and see him as not just a friend, but as a seperate engine and entity, and not as a manifestation/projection of James' own fears and trauma.

#ttte #te talks trains #ttte james #ttte henry

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ynisreal · 11 months

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wires (3) - michael afton x reader

summary: Michael and Henry argue. You and Michael argue. But, everything works out in the end. Even too much. (~8k)

Chapter 3

Michael Afton, after many years, could finally say that he woke up looking forward to what the next day held. He was perhaps shutting his own head in the loop that the moments he had shared with you had created in the man's memory; Henry himself had already noticed the airheaded behavior that Michael was displaying. In the few late-night hours that Henry came to visit, all Michael could do was talk about you. Henry knew it was good for Michael to distract himself a little and smile at life's simple gifts, but he was increasingly afraid that the younger man's blindness would fail to realize the absurdity of the situation. Michael was dead, not completely, but he didn't have a heart, or blood, or even the freedom to walk around freely.

"You think I don't know these things?" Michael replied, a little annoyed at the truth being thrown in his face like a bucket of cold water. Henry hadn't even realized that he had vocalized his own thoughts, always letting his body react in protection mode for the man he saw as his own son.

"I hate to be the one to take the smile off your face, Mike, but we have to be realistic," Henry continues, voice laden with affection for the man he watched grow up, "It's all too risky, she could find out about your lies, how will we handle it if she reacts negatively? How will you handle it?"

Michael wasn't stupid, as stupid as some of his actions were, he wasn't stupid himself. He knew that the closeness he desired with you and was actively seeking to find was absurd, a dream reserved only for his sleep. After your conversation at Parts & Service, you and the night security guard had struck up a friendship. Michael now made a point of always showing up for you 40 minutes before your shift ended with the excuse of helping you clean up and organize the mess that the architects were starting to leave behind. It was no lie he enjoyed helping you, doing the manual labor while you watched and entertained him with stories about your sister and your past jobs. If you were too inattentive to notice the time (which was most days), Michael had the opportunity to talk to you for a while longer, your workday over and his beginning. The conversations you had were the best, Michael found you amusing and interesting, never failing to draw a small laugh from his lips or to immerse him in the subject you were telling him.

He was careful, though, always wearing the mask that covered the lower half of his face, the hood covering his brunette hair that was a little too long for Michael's liking, bandages covering his hands and the fabric of the pants and sweater he wore always hiding his purple skin. Of course, there were times when Michael felt his already stopped heart stop again when you got too close, offered to change the bandages on his hands or even asked about his deceased siblings.

"She wouldn't react negatively," Michael says, a little too quickly, almost interrupting Henry before he's even finished speaking. Okay, maybe Michael was saying it more to comfort himself than to convince Henry, because, in truth, he had no fucking idea how you would react. You were empathetic and caring towards Michael, and he had already noticed how your eyes lingered on the figure of him carrying the heavy materials for a relatively long time. You were attracted to him, just as he was to you, but you were also human, with a sister to look after at home and bills to pay, you probably wanted a partner who would help with these problems, a partner who could pick your sister up from school and look after her until you got home, someone to take you out for dinners and then make you forget all your worries in one night, letting your little body turn practically to mush, drunk on the pleasure this person could give you. Michael could certainly make you forget the world for a few hours, but now, the rest of the items on the list? How could he provide a comfortable life for you without even being able to leave the establishment, besides, he doesn't even know if you would still be attracted to him if you knew the true form he was hiding.

"Okay, she reacts happily, you kiss and get married the next day, now what? Are you going to let her and her sister live in constant fear of some other animatronic deciding to use their bodies for cover?" Henry was angry with Michael for being so naïve, "-No, or even better, how are they going to protect themselves when fucking William Afton shows up at their perfect house to cut off both their heads in fulfillment of his mission to torment you for the rest of your days by putting their lifeless bodies into a fucking animatronic?"

"Oh shit, Henry, I forgot that I can't move on with my life, that I can't have a fucking happy ending, I'm sentenced to live in hiding because of the shit my father did," Michael returned the sarcasm, the anger, as always, leaving his mind blank, "Did you ever stop to think that this shitty situation can't get any worse? I died, Henry, I have no goddamn life and yet, I couldn't escape this constant nightmare that is living behind monitors watching the same pizzerias to make up for my father's mistakes!" the younger man was on his feet now, his tone loud and pissed off. He had always felt a lot of anger, ever since he was a teenager, knowing that the people closest to him would always fall victim to his aggression, even as an adult.

"Yes, Michael, you're trapped in this nightmare, just like me! Like it or not, we're not the only ones who have lost lives or family members to your crazy father, but, unfortunately, we're the ONLY ones who can really do something about it!" Henry was shouting back, aware that this subject was sensitive for both of them in every way. Honestly, they didn't know who their anger was directed at, they were just taking it out on each other because it was the only option at hand. Henry and Michael never seemed to stop suffering from the mistakes they didn't make.

"Get out," Michael says, his voice dangerously quiet and calm. Henry hears the heavy breaths escaping the younger man's lips. "What?" Henry asks, unable to think because of the explosion of emotions he was experiencing.

"Get out now before either you or I do or say something that we'll both regret," his completely black eyes met those of the older man. It was true that Michael felt a lot of anger, but he had learned from his own mistakes what acting without thinking can bring into one's life, and frankly, he couldn't bear the pain of losing Henry.

Henry nods, understanding the reasons Michael brought up. They were both very overwhelmed and vulnerable, with Michael's violent nature and Henry's eternal grief, this conversation could escalate to a bad ending very quickly. Henry would never leave Michael's side, no matter what gigantic shit he does, it's always been like that, ever since the man in front of him was a tiny teenager with a Foxy mask stuck on his head. Henry will always fight for Michael, and no argument could ever change that.

The older man got up from the chair he was sitting on at the control room and began to make his way towards the main entrance, leaving Michael alone with his thoughts frantically hammering his own mind. His head was so heavy that he let it fall into his palms, feeling his breath hitch with the anger growing in his empty body. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting the images of his childhood flood his sight. He remembers it almost perfectly, he has drawn the scene almost down to reality, Freddy's animatronic seemed so much taller than him at the time, the heavy, golden mouth with drops of blood almost painting the robotic bear in red and Evan's body completely still. He could hear the laughter and swearing of his friends fall silent almost immediately, traumatized by the image they were witnessing. Michael didn't cry, at least not immediately, finding the whole situation too absurd to be real. He had never wished so much for him to be impaired by the alcohol his friends had stolen from Henry, perhaps it was a hallucination or his altered vision. But it wasn't, he had killed his brother by accident. Truth be told, Michael Afton had killed his brother.

Mike can't even remember what happened afterwards, only how he was badly beaten by his own father and how his family was never the same again, William Afton was never the same again. The rest being an eternal extension of Michael's traumas, damned by the fact that if he hadn't let his anger build up over the years at his father's favoritism, he would never have turned into the combative, aggressive teenager he became, nor would he have bullied his younger brother or placed Evan's head in Freddy's mouth. There's no point in lamenting the life he would have had if everything had been different, he knows he has to find peace in the present, otherwise he would really go mad tonight, the same way he felt every night he spent in the same place where he had lost his life. Michael doesn't even notice, unconsciously letting his hands search his pocket, finding the note you gave him yesterday.

"I kept my promise," you said, your voice sounding like a melody in Michael's memory. You looked so beautiful yesterday, cheeks flushed due to all the material Noah had sent to the office, Michael helping you bring in the boxes and organize the materials, a small layer of sweat on your face that made your face shine when it faced the light, making your beautiful features even more apparent to Michael. He still had his hood and mask covering his face, so he allowed himself to smile every time he looked at you, knowing that you wouldn't be able to see how happy he was to be spending more and more time with you.

"What promise?" Michael replied, focused on the manual labor of opening the boxes and taking out the various tools that the company's employees were going to use for the redesign process regarding the next attraction. You were responsible for telling Michael where to put the items he found, a little frustrated again by the man's order to leave all the heavy lifting to him, making you sit in one of the many chairs in the main hall.

"I drew you - well, I tried to draw you to be honest," he recalled your reply, a little embarrassment tinged in your voice. Michael hadn't forgotten the promise, he was just concentrating too hard on organizing the materials in a way that would be accessible to you, preventing you from tripping over them (which, frankly, Michael thought was quite likely) or getting in the way of the clean-up that the two of you always did at the end of your workday.

"Great, let me see your masterpiece," the man replied, getting up from the floor where he was opening the boxes to turn his body towards you, his hand outstretched, waiting for you to hand him the small piece of paper.

"You have to promise not to laugh at me," you say, eyes staring at Michael's faceless figure. "I know you asked me in a joking tone, but I really took it seriously and tried my best," a half-hearted smile forms on your face, showing that you've accepted defeat even before exposing your drawing to Michael.

"Well, if you really made an hour out of your busy schedule to draw a mere mortal like me, how could I laugh?", the sarcastic tone of the man in front of you didn't pass by unnoticed, causing you to let out a small chuckle cursing the night security guard for not being able to take your efforts seriously, in which Michael heard and emitted a small gasp pretending to be offended.

"Yes, asshole, here's your drawing - at least try to not judge me so much," you give up on making him take your struggle seriously, dropping the small piece of paper into his bandaged hands. The paper looked even smaller when Michael took hold of it.

Well, the drawing really was a mess. But Michael didn't have the heart to tell you that, seeing as you'd even tried to draw a more humanoid body than the lanky stick figure you'd drawn previously, horribly imitating the shadowing he'd done on your drawing. However, his hair still looked like black spaghetti stuck to a human head. You had drawn his hood over the spaghetti, a mask that looked like a brick explained the lack of mouth or nose in the drawing. Michael was surprised by just one detail: his eyes in the drawings were black.

"Why are my eyes completely black?" he asked, nervous to hear your answer. In all honesty, he was already mentally preparing himself for your screams, calling him a monster and all sorts of worse things that would make his heart die all over again. He didn't raise his head to look at you, even though he knew the hood would hide any glimpse you might have of Michael's completely dead skin; in fact, he was afraid of recording your face as you shouted at him, forever trapped in the memory of your hateful face, and not the thousands of smiles that he already replays in his mind before going to rest.

"Ah- the shadow of your hood always makes your eyes look completely black, and since I thought it looked super cool, I decided to draw it," you babble, a little nervous that he'll think you're a complete weirdo. "I don't know, it makes you look like a super-powerful movie villain, sorry if that came out weird-"

"No, no, I liked it," Michael interrupted before you could sink into the insecurity of possibly making him uncomfortable, another smile invisible to you forming on his face. He never thought he'd be grateful for not having any more blood circulating in his body, otherwise he'd be completely red in your eyes. Michael pulls himself together quickly, not wanting to show how your comment affected him, messing up any thought other than you complimenting his lifeless eyes.

You seem to happily accept Michael's comment, positively surprised that he expressed that he liked it, expecting him to either laugh out loud or simply mock your hard-working attempt. Satisfied with the result of your drawing, you leave the paper in Michael's possession and return to your chair, ready to get back to your job of admiring the strength of the man in front of you and telling him where he should place the item. Michael also returns to his old place, sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes to open, but he can't pass up the opportunity to ask you:

"So you're attracted to villains and bad guys?", his question meets your ears after the blood has rushed to your cheeks, painting your face red and your eyes wide in surprise. Michael was trying to provoke you, and when he saw that he had succeeded, he let out a laugh at your expense. He seemed to enjoy seeing you blush, completely embarrassed and vulnerable, it was a side of you that was completely adorable to Michael. You were easily flustered by the tall man, showing him the effect he was having on you, how little phrases or actions could make your body and mind stop working.

"Fuck you, Michael," you let out, frustrated at his success in making you blush and embarrass yourself once again. This seems to make him laugh louder, which frankly, you couldn't care less that it was at your expense.

The small drawing was in Michael's hands, and the memory seemed to quieten the violent and traumatic thoughts that had invaded the man's mind because of the disagreement with Henry. In fact, the memory didn't quieten the thoughts, it frighteningly silenced Michael's mind. The only images running through his head at that moment were you, your inattentive manner, your humor, your flushed face, your words of comfort and your rosy lips. You, you, you.

Michael quickly put the drawing back in his pocket, startled by the effect you had on him. It had been a long time since his mind had been this quiet, it was almost a glimpse of the peace he could have had. You were messing with him in a dangerous way, Michael couldn't afford to fall in love with you, shit, how was that going to work?

Not wanting to enter another state of panic, he got up and started walking to the hidden room that belonged to him. The new movies that Henry had brought seemed like a good distraction to pass the time. Time passing quickly meant that he could see you again more quickly too. He would be able to feel that silence again.

Michael ended up spending the next few hours of his workday watching the movies Henry had brought for the young man, but no matter how many scenes of action or romance were stimulating his vision, his mind seemed to be in a constant zig-zag: remembering the fight he had with Henry, bringing all his traumas back to life, or thinking of you, flooding his head with memories he had spent with you.

The younger man seemed a little frustrated at his inability to calm down. Before, you seemed to have been a remedy for his anxiety, but now, thinking of you meant thinking of the impossibility of your future together, images of you in danger, the disgust on your face as you learned the truth about him or of his involvement in the madness of his father, blinded by his grief for Evan. Michael felt that he had gone just as crazy, foolish enough to get close to you. Henry was right, it was unfair and dangerous for you, after all, how was Michael going to protect you when William came knocking on your door, intent on ruining all the happiness his eldest son had ever felt? Michael had already tried to kill his father and free the poor souls from the constant suffering of being trapped inside animatronics, it hadn't been easy, how could he keep trying when he had to worry about your safety or the safety of your sister? He couldn't even protect his own sister from their father's evil deeds.

Michael could hear the doors to the main hall opening, your little squeal of surprise announcing your arrival, as always. Michael wasn't going to come after you today, he wasn't going to hide in the shadows of the rooms or the corridors to watch you, or talk to you when your workday was over. It will be unbearable, given that you were the only source of happiness and entertainment in Michael's life recently, but he can't be selfish. Not with you, anyway.

You arrived at the building, the noise of the doors not failing to startle you, but it irritated you more than usual. You were tired, your evening had been anything but peaceful due to Cassie's homework, a difficult model of the solar system, in which the two of you had to turn the house upside down looking for materials to build the planets and stars. Cassie seemed to like the result, but you were too tired to judge whether Jupiter was in the right place or not.

You and the night security guard seem to have grown quite close, and, given your immense attraction to him, it has had an effect on your behavior. You may not have noticed it, but you were more giggly, smiling at little things, more optimistic and in a good mood. It had been a few months since you last went on a date or took a deep interest in someone, always preferring to spend all your energy on paying the bills and looking after your sister. Your old partners were always hesitant when they heard you mention that you were responsible for your little sister, perhaps afraid of the idea of taking on such a responsibility so soon. However, that didn't stop you from looking, the idea of building a solid family for Cassie being very important to you, she needed a reliable figure besides you.

"Are you taking someone to the Halloween party?" Cassie answered your question with another. You had asked your sister if you could bring a companion to her school's Halloween party. The institute always threw parties for the children and their families, and this year, you thought you'd ask someone to go with you and Cassie. That someone was called Michael.

"I'm thinking about it," you replied, shrugging your shoulders and smiling at the little girl as you glued the little planets to toothpicks. Cassie became even more curious, grabbing your arms as she asked:

"Are you dating someone?" Your sister almost screams, advertising to all the neighbors about your love life. You flinch at the noise.

"No!" You reply almost immediately, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "I just met someone interesting, that's all," you add, trying to get your sister to drop the subject, otherwise you would become a source of gossip between her and her friends.

"So you're in love?" Cassie asks the right question, the same question that's been on your mind. Were you? You hadn't even seen his face, despite spending hours talking to him, you felt you didn't really know him the way he knew you.

"I don't know, Cas," you answer sincerely, aware that it's a subject your sister has no maturity to advise you on. "I think he's funny, caring and I like the way he carries heavy things," you tell her, smiling when she makes a disgusted face.

"Ew, adults are such weirdos, I thought you were supposed to say he's handsome," Cassie looks away from you, confused by your statement, going back to painting the wooden board black.

"You'll understand when you're older," you conclude, smiling when she denies it, disbelieving that you would compliment the way someone carries heavy things.

The memory makes you smile, finding your sister's reaction comical but sincere. You had little information about the man you were interested in, but you had more qualities to list than defects. Even though you hadn't seen his face, you already found him extremely attractive. He looked after you, made you laugh and seemed to be interested in what you were saying. He was funny without being insulting and made you feel comfortable, as well as all the physical qualities you could list.

His height was enviable for any man, his arms clashed with the thin fabric of his jacket to make themselves noticed, his husky voice made you wince and his bandaged hands infiltrated your dreams. Perhaps you were acting on impulse, but you wanted to get to know him better, after all, no red flags had been raised by now, with the opportunity to learn more about the man, you could accurately assess the situation. So you arrived at the establishment with a firm decision in your head: you were going to ask him out.

Tiredness is still bearing down on your shoulders, but the memory of your motivation for having applied a little more make-up today quickly cheers you up. You wanted to surprise the night security guard in a positive way, hoping that he would accept your request even if he felt sorry for your efforts.

Your workday went smoothly, Alice and Noah arrived in the main hall to check the boxes, you cleaned the corridors and watched the monitors. Everything was going well, even if your stomach was twisting with nervousness at being the first to take action. He seems to be interested in you too, you notice that some of your comments get an almost instant reaction from the man. Perhaps this is a good sign, an indication that he'll accept. But, shit, you were fucking nervous.

With just one hour remaining, you make your way to the main hall. Michael has been arriving at work early to spend more time with you, using the excuse that he wanted to help you organize the boxes and materials brought in by the company's employees. Cute, how eager he is to help you. But a few minutes pass and no Michael. You start to tell yourself that maybe he's decided to be on time today, but when the clock on your wrist shows the end of your workday and the beginning of his, Michael still hasn't come through the door.

Your motivation and stubbornness were something to behold, because even though the night security guard was late, you decided to wait. The courage you'd built up during the day wouldn't last until tomorrow, you had today and only today to ask him to go out with you. Obviously you were nervous or afraid of his response, but if you procrastinated or kept putting it off, you might never find the right moment to do it.

You were fearless, but Michael was confused and nervous about you waiting for him. He knew that you would find his lateness or his absence from your office strange, but the promise he had made to himself was not to look for you again. But when your workday ended and he didn't hear the sound of the doors opening and closing, he thought you might be busy or had missed the time. Well, Michael thought wrong, because 30 minutes had passed and you didn't leave.

Okay, Michael was definitely nervous. You were totally committed in your decision to ask him out, but Michael was losing any motivation whatsoever in the promise he'd made to himself to leave you alone. With every minute that passed, more questions popped into his head: Well, she seems to be waiting for me, it would be awful of me not to answer. Or I don't need to expand any deeper into our interactions, maybe just being by her side during work is enough.

Michael knew the last one was a lie, but the idea that maybe he was exaggerating by ignoring you completely started to make total sense to his heart. After all, he didn't want to hurt you, did he? Honestly, he knew the moment he opened the door to the hideout that no decision he made when searching for you was with you in mind, only him. He was attracted to you, he wanted to feel you, he wanted you around, he wanted to talk to you and he wanted to see you now.

When you start to hear someone's footsteps coming from the hallway, you immediately rise to your feet. You hadn't heard the door open or anyone announce their arrival to you, so your first theory was formed: it was an intruder. The footsteps were getting louder and louder, showing that they were approaching you, which made you shout:

"Who's there?!" Your nervous voice disguised in a hoarse, confident tone reaches Michael's ear, who responds with a laugh as he makes himself seen at the end of the corridor.

"The boogeyman, Y/n," he says, as he leans on the arch that merges the end of the corridor with the main hall. Michael crosses his arms and stares at you, who are clearly still nervous about the fright he gave you.

"Fuck- Michael, I didn't hear you enter the establishment, I thought you were an intruder," you say, putting your hand over your pounding heart. Your pulse was a little elevated due to the possibility of an intruder.

"Don't worry, I would have known if there was someone else here," Michael says confidently, which makes you roll your eyes at how lightly he took the subject. He notices your slight irritation, once again impressed by how he manages to have an effect on you.

"I see, Batman, I forgot you have eyes everywhere," you recompose yourself, sitting back down on the chair where you've spent the last few minutes waiting for the man.

"I thought you liked villains?" Michael asks with the intention of teasing, which he succeeds in doing, making you roll your eyes again, drawing a small laugh from the night security guard. Man, how he wanted to make you roll your eyes in a different way.

"Why are you late?" You ignore Michael's last line, wondering where he was, given that you were waiting for him to come through the front door.

"I'm not late," Michael replies, " I was actually a bit early and got some things organized at Ballora's Gallery," he lies. You notice, but you don't say anything. Maybe he was embarrassed that he was late for work?

"Hm, I see," you reply, not wanting to dwell on the subject. "I was waiting for you", you say, a little quieter now, exploring the territory before you drop the bomb. Perhaps, during the conversation, he'll give you some indication that he wasn't interested.

"Thanks, you didn't have to do that," the night security guard says, coming a little closer to you and leaning on the table in front of you, making a point of keeping a safe distance so that you couldn't see his face.

"I know, but I wanted to," you almost whisper, the nervousness that had once been overpowered by your motivation and stubbornness now making itself present in your body, burning the palms of your hands and making your stomach turn in every direction of your body. Has it always been this hot in the main hall?

"Cute. Do you want to distract me from my work?" Michael replies, far too confidently for someone who was freaking out back at the hideout at the thought of even seeing you today. You really had a major effect on him.

You don't even realize that you're not answering, your restless mind making you more and more nervous and insecure. Unconsciously, you start rubbing your sweaty palms on your pants, looking down at the floor, away from Michael. The blood rushes to your cheeks as you realize that you need to ask the question before your body simply stops working and you fall hard into the floor in front of the man who was the target of all your thoughts today.

Michael winces when he hears you let out a sigh and count from 3 to 1 in a quiet voice. Before he could even think about asking if you were all right, he hears:

"Why are you hiding your face from me?" It comes out of your mouth instead of the question you wanted to ask, and Michael notices, because you place your hand over your mouth as if your body had acted without your consent. Your wide eyes also prove that.

"What?" Michael asks, his mind going too fast to understand your questioning. No, actually, he didn't want to believe that's what he'd heard.

"Well, um, why do you hide your face?" The question didn't come out as coherently as you wanted, your nervousness getting the better of your voice, making you stutter a little. You couldn't face him, your body taking you by surprise. As much it was a question that had been on your mind, you didin´t plan on bring it up today, even more so abruptly.

"Yes, I heard," Michael said dryly, not caring how it sounded to you. His head was being invaded by a thousand worries or lies that he could tell you. He wasn't expecting this, well, not for now at least, but Michael knew that it was inevitable that you would start to suspect on why he always lived in the shadows and hid.

But, fuck Y/n*,*** did it have to be today? He wanted more time with you, Michael wanted enough memories with you to live out the rest of his days in peace, he didn't have an exact number and maybe it didn't even exist, but in his traumatic logic, one day he could live away from you just replaying the happy moments that he had with you. Michael thought he could delude his own mind with memories of you, pretending that you would still be there, in the establishment where you work, sitting in the chair that Michael pointed to, letting him hear all the subjects that came into your head. He wanted to memorize your personality and your appearance so that he could leave you alone.

Michael was panicking. Henry was right. He didn't have that privilege, Michael couldn't be distracted, being one of the only ones who knows the truth behind this whole shitty franchise, and maybe getting too close to you would only hurt you and hurt him.

You start to worry when the man in front of you is unresponsive, frozen in place. The establishment was so quiet that you couldn't even hear his heart beating. Maybe he got so nervous that he had a heart attack.

"Michael, look, I only asked because I was curious, you're always hiding, and anyway, I thought I could ask why, since we've been getting closer in the last few days -“ you begin to explain yourself, something you never had to do when you were with Michael. There is a first time for everything, you guess. You get up from where you were sitting, to gently get closer to Michael, still worried about the man's complete stillness.

Michael hesitates as he hears you come closer, his eyes glued to his own feet. He was nervous, did not know what to tell you, did not know what to answer in general, how would he get out of this situation without disappointing you? Michael was never good at explaining himself, or rather, Michael was never good at reacting on emotional situations, like the ones right now. So his body reacts as it always has, almost as a ready-made defense mechanism. He gets angry.

"Yes, I understood the question, I'm not stupid,” the voice full of poison comes out of Michael's lips, and makes you immediately stop in your tracks. What? You can't believe the roughness of his voice when responding to your explanation.

You take a deep breath, not wanting to further stress the man who already seemed to be angry. "Yes, Michael, I know you're not stupid, but I thought I'd better explain myself to not make you more uncomfortable-", again, you try to rationalize with the night security guard, since he was clearly annoyed by your question. The evening was not going at all as you wanted.

Even Michael didn't want that. That's why he got angry, angry at you for not keeping it quiet, angry at you for popping the question and angry at himself for being naive and having these expectations about you. Anger at himself for being angry at you.

”It´s none of your business, Y/n", Michael hesitates with his own tone of voice, anger and irritation filling the small distance you two had. He didn't want to be treating you like that, but that was all he knew how to do. Getting angry was the feeling he knew best.

"Yes, I get it-“ you were going to apologize for apparently overstepping an inner boundary for him, but he interrupts you before you can.

”Don't ever ask me anything like that again", Michael's thick, dry reply comes in your ears, and you start to feel a little frustrated at the way he was treating you. You didn't mean to upset him, and even if you did, it was unintentional, he genuinely didn't need to be treating you like that.

“Why are you talking to me like that?" You ask, frustration evident in your voice. Michael lifts his eyes as soon as he hears your stress, allowing his gaze to meet yours behind the hood and the shadows. If he wasn't sure it was impossible, he'd think you were staring at all of his sins.

”You were being noisy, I reacted as anyone would react", Michael shrugs, once again not taking the situation you were in seriously. You didn't know he was actually masking his own fear.

"Noisy? Michael, I asked you a question, you didn't like it, you could just had told me, you didn't have to be rude”, you cross your arms in irritation, upset with the way the man had reacted.

Michael knows that if he doesn't change the course of the conversation, he would end up arguing with you the same way he fought with Henry in the morning. He didn't have the guts to argue with you.

The night security guard in front of you takes a deep breath, and says, “Look, Y/n, I know we're getting closer, but I have - erm, skin problems that I don't like to comment on,” Michael lies, and lies badly by the way, not having prepared or rehearsed any of this lie with Henry.

You noticed, just like you noticed all of his lies before this one. This seems to add fuel to your pending frustration.

“Why do you always lie?”, your voice coming out louder than intended, filling the main hall with your words and your feelings. Michael feels his heart stop for the second time in his life.

“You always lie! Michael, I think I'm mature enough to hear that you don't want to tell me or that you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to lie - damn, it frustrates me!" You unwittingly explode in front of Michael, feelings and suspicions accumulated since the first time he lied to you.

Michael doesn't respond, just brings his hands to his face in, what? Frustration? Irritation? Appeal? He no longer knows what he is feeling, nervous about the direction this conversation was taking. You wanted to know, and honestly, Michael knows that if he keeps getting close to you, you deserved to know. But he didn't have the courage to tell, he didn't want to have to face the possibility that you wouldn't accept him or not look at him the same way. You had such beautiful eyes, how he would live the rest of the his days after seeing the same eyes fill with disgust at the sight of Michael's true form.

“I was going to ask you out on a date today,” you say softly, your outburst seemingly easing some of the nerves you were feeling. You weren't even angry anymore, just sad, sad at the illusion of the man you created in your head.

If Michael had a functional heart, it would have stopped beating for the third time at that moment. You were going to ask him out on a date? He almost found himself feeling excited about the possibility, however, the reality hits him in the face so hard that he remembers: he can't leave the establishment. Michael was not alive, he was an anomaly in biology and science, a zombie from comics and horror stories. How would he go on a date with you?

"You don't have to answer", you lower your head, averting your gaze from Michael's eyes, returning to face the floor tiles of the main hall.

Think of something. Think of some answer. Do something. Michael was frozen in place, a roller coaster of feelings built in his mind. You were interested in him, he realized, you wanted the same thing he wanted, you wanted him on a date with you. Damn, the idea seems so delicious that he can almost taste it.

You turn your back to him, ready to leave the man alone and return home, consequently giving up the possibility of you and Michael having anything but the long conversations and tickets exchanged. Before your heart can break any further, you hear:

“If I ask for you to do something, do you promise to trust me?", the man's voice fills your ears with hope again. He didn't sound as confident as he always sounded, in fact, fear was, for the first time, apparent in his voice.

You stop in your tracks and looked at him, assessing whatever kind of body language he had. Honestly, you couldn't identify anything, but your heart was so hopeful that you didn't even evaluate the proposal when you answered, “Yes.”

”Let me blindfold you, then I will tell you everything", Michael says, approaching you, with cautious and unsure steps. Insecurity does not match with Michael.

It was a lie, you notice almost immediately, but before you can ask or get frustrated with another lie from him, you are startled by how close you two were. Because of Michael's height, your head was on his torso, meaning you could smell the fabric of his coat and the men's perfume. This closeness with Michael seemed illegal, so much so that you couldn't even make yourself look up, as if it was forbidden to look into his face with such a distance.

Your excitement only got worse when you felt his big hands meet the tie on your security uniform. The touch was delicate and cautious, as if at any moment you were going to push him or pull away. You didn't have the courage to do that, not when, in so long, you wished for that small distance between you and him. You wanted his touch, you wanted to smell him, you wanted to see up close the height difference between you two. And damn, how huge he was made all the functioning of your brain fail.

You only became conscious again when you felt the small tissue touch your eyes. You decided to surrender, accepting Michael's conditions, not moving at all in fear of scaring him or that he would decide that this distance was too close. The smell of him flooded your nose, the perfume making you lose any kind of sanity present in your body.

When Michael managed to bind the tie behind your head, he breathed a sigh of relief. You were totally blind, there was no possibility that you would end up seeing him or any glimpse of his dead skin. You trusted him, that said a lot to the man, and honestly, he was thanking any entity he knew for allowing that, because now Michael could do what he really wanted from the moment you confessed.

You were nervous, uneasy at the sudden silence of the man who blindfolded you. Your hands glued to your body due to lack of vision. Michael's body was still close to yours, you could feel it, his gaze burning into your figure, making you blush. You were embarrassed, not knowing what to do.

“Hm, Michael?" You call to him, but he wasn't going to answer you, having another idea in mind. His lips meet yours. Michael Afton had finally kissed you.

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