#baby just wanted to give Abby an ice cream that’s all :-)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Baby just wanted to be friends with Abby..

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #michael afton #abby schmidt #circus baby #elizabeth afton #fnaf #fnaf movie #sister location #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #baby just wanted to give Abby an ice cream that’s all :-) #Michael is overreacting what is he so scared of- #fr though I like to think Baby is this devious #she’s mostly messing with Michael and had no real intentions of hurting Abby #she’s just doing a lil trolling #a lil mischief

[futureman]

it's been so long

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

summary: you and mike are well aware of your feelings for each other, but it's a line you won't cross. maybe it's time you finally did.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, close friend!reader, sharing a bed, first time together/getting together, fluff, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, nipple sucking, cockwarming, size kink, mentions of painful sex

word count: <1k

"Mike. Come on, you know we can't."

"Well, you won't let me sleep on the couch, and I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, so what else is there?"

"I take the bus home and sleep in my own bed."

"It's 3 o'clock in the morning. That's not happening."

"Then, I'll sleep on the floor in Abby's room."

"That's not happening either."

You're running out of options, and you've already given Mike every excuse in the book why you can't share a bed tonight. You both know exactly what'll happen the moment you climb in, and that can't happen.

But you're exhausted after a hyperactive day of watching Abby and a visit from their mentally taxing aunt, and his flannel sheets look especially inviting. Mike does, too, with his thick biceps and thighs, bare and ready to envelop you when you inevitably give in.

"Fine. But we're sleeping, got it? Just sleeping."

"Of course," he says matter of factly. "C'mere."

You're on your back with his lips crashing onto yours seconds after you make your decision. You knew this would happen, and he apparently hoped it would, because when he nudges you onto your side, he's already hard against your back. All those months of dancing around each other were always going to lead to this.

To his mouth sucking possessive bruises into your neck and collarbones, trailing lower to tease your nipples one at a time. You always thought Mike would be an ass man, but the way he caresses the curve of your tits and drags his tongue across the hardened peaks like he's licking an ice cream cone makes you rethink that.

And he's so good at it. He could probably make you cum like this if he really wanted to, but he clearly doesn't. As long as he's waited for this? You know he wants to fuck it out of you. You've known that since the day you met him—at the mall, both fresh-faced and learning the ins and outs of being security guards together.

The tension was there then, and it's still here now. It's shocking either of you lasted this long.

Which makes it less shocking when his fully-hard cock slips between your thighs and drags steadily across your cunt until you're all but drooling. Slicking himself up, he teasingly notches at your entrance before slipping past to bump your clit.

He's making you so wet, you can hear it. You both can. Muted, wet squelching fills the room from under the covers, and his labored breathing quickly joins it, evolving into soft keening the longer he fucks between your folds.

"Mike...Mike—baby, you have to be quiet. We can't wake Abby up," you tilt your head to murmur into his curls.

Tonight, you learn he likes being called baby. So much so that all you get is a pained groan in warning before he sheaths himself to the hilt.

"S'fucking tight," he mumbles to himself against your shoulder blade as if that's enough to muffle his words. "Knew you'd be tight, goddamn."

And you knew he'd be big. He's thick and hot like molten lava inside you, as searing as his lips against yours as he starts to fuck you in earnest. It hurts like hell, the sweetest, syrupy pain, but if he doesn't fuck you harder soon, you're going to lose your mind. Or maybe you already have, because you actually said that out loud.

"Fuck—okay...okay, baby, I got you," he rasps into your shoulder, more wrecked than you've ever heard him.

You decide you like it when Mike calls you baby, too.

It only takes a few more mind-numbingly hard thrusts before you're gushing around him, making a mess of him and those soft sheets you've been looking forward to. He crushes you against his chest as you cum, one hand splaying across your stomach to feel the muscles contract and relax with every spasm of your lower walls.

Somehow, he feels even bigger now. You're so tight around him, it's making you feel delirious like all of this is just a dream. You had to have dreamed this up, right? Your dream boy in your dream scenario, babbling utter nonsense in your ear as he cums buckets inside you.

"...you...fucking hell. Waited—w-waited so...long. So long," he groans out in a garbled mess. "...forever."

While you struggle to process his words, still wracked with aftershocks, his thrusts get sloppier until he stills, buried as deep as he can go. Now, any hope of coherency is long gone. He pulses violently against your walls as he cums with a series of soft whines, emptying into you and overflowing down your thighs, joining the sticky patch you already left beneath you.

He doesn't pull out. Not even when you're passing out in each other arms, covered in sweat and fluids, and he's lazily running his fingers through the drying cum between your legs.

"Nothing has to change," he mumbles groggily into the nape of your neck. "If you...if—," he sighs, nuzzling into your hair to ground himself. "If you regret it, we can just go back to being friends. We can still be friends, right?"

No. After that, you really can't.

"Everything's changed," you counter softly. But that's a good thing. You feel warm and safe, and full in a way you weren't sure was even possible with Mike. But it's starting to seem like it could be. "Doesn't mean we can't still be friends. We can be more than friends, too...if you want—"

"Yes," he cuts you off, and that full feeling intensifies. "Yeah—yes, more than friends is good. Definitely good."

"Good. Now, go to sleep or you're getting exiled to the couch."

thanks for reading!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf smut #fnaf imagine #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[absdoll]

oh my godddddd i just read your sub!Abby fic and i'm just thinking of a fic where reader 'doms' Abby but really she's just letting you have your fun and we all know who's still in charge :) oh my god i'm losing it please i just know you would make it so hot,,,,,,,, omg i'm giggling and twirling my hair

yesyesyesyesyes ♡ 💗💕 exactly nonnie ! <3

cw: ice play (almost) , dom!abby , daddy kink lol

“hands behind your back.” you sternly say to your blonde girlfriend, who is manspreading in front of you on your shared bed, you stood between her muscular legs.

“yes ma’am” she giggles back at you, totally taking this seriously, and pins her hands to the small of her back.

you roll your eyes at abby and puff out your chest, “what’s funny? don’t make me get rough with you.” you warn her.

“not funny baby, just cute.” she bats her eyes up at you, making your tummy explode with butterflies.

abby is always in charge. sex, plans, grocery lists, cleaning, abby is always the one handling everything. and as much as you love being under her control, today you wanted to give her a chance to relax and be tended to. but it’s abby, and abby won’t let that slide.

you point your finger to her broad chest, “lay back.” abby raises an eyebrow at you, following your orders. “you’re liking this, aren’t you princess?” abby teases.

“yeah, i am, princess” you tease back. abby can admit that she finds it hot how you’re being so demanding and tough, she knows at any second though she can bend you over her knee and you’ll be a whimpering obedient mess like you always are, but she’ll let you have your fun for now.

you pick up a cup that’s to your left, swirling around the melting ice cubes in it. abby’s gaze shifts to your hand, still shaking the cup. “baby…” she nervously breathes.

“i’m gonna take off your pants, okay?” you slide her grey sweatpants down her legs, biting your lip at the sight of her blue boxers, removing those too.

you plop an ice cube in your mouth, but abby abruptly grabs your jaw. “spit it out.” she demands. you shake your head out of her grasp, spitting the ice cube on her chest. “tss-ahh! what the fuck!” she hisses.

“i’m in charge, remember? don’t interrupt me again.” as you reach for the cup, abby has decided she’s had enough of this.

the burly blonde sits up, sliding her boxers back up to her waist. you watch as she blatantly disobeys your orders.

“here’s what gonna happen my sweet girl. you’re gonna lay down, take off those cute little panties, put your hands behind your back, and sit pretty until i tell you you can move, got it?” she hovers over you, awaiting your compliance.

“b-” you try to regain your “control” you had just a minute ago, but abby’s patience is long gone. “nuh uh baby, all i want to hear from that little mouth is yes daddy.”

abby walks out of the room, leaving you to process what’s about to happen. you do as you’re told because abby can get scary when disobeyed. her blue crystal eyes get dark, almost stone grey.

you’re naked, hands flat under your back, thighs pressing together trying to relieve the uncomfortable sensation pooling down there.

the door creaks slightly, abby’s tall build standing in the doorway, arm resting on the frame above her head. “aww good girl.” she smiles at you.

her strap is tucked in the band of her boxers, the black silicone tip peering from the top. “and good girls get rewarded, yeah?” she walks towards you, eyes locked with yours.

“spread your pussy for me doll” she coos, eyes widening at your milky cream dripping down your thigh.

abby slaps your sopping pussy, letting a long string of spit land on your throbbing nub.

“you ready?” she smirks, positioning herself at your center.

💕 @whore4abby @enbesbians @hersweetheart @picklesarenice69 @abbystoy ♡

a/n : HI MY BABIES OH MY GOD I MISSED U ANGELS SO MUCH ♡♡ feels like i haven’t written in years , ik u lot are patiently waiting on dealer!ellie & i promise promise promise she’s coming soon 🎀💕 enjoy this fun req i got awhile ago , sorry it took me so long nonnie !!!

#🧸 bee writes ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ #✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ✉️ : reqs #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby tlou

[murdrdocs]

having a baby w mike and it being the baby’s first halloween :’) you mike and abby take lil dude to baby’s r us and spend HOURS trying to find smth perfect, mike and abby bicker over costumes bc “he’s my kid??” vs “i’m a kid and i know what kids like, and he’s MY nephew”, taking him trick or treating w abby and her staring down anyone w a mask or smth scary like “>:( don’t scare him he’s little”, mike being a Dad and wanting to take pics/vids of everything

oh my god clementine this is so sweet i actually had to silently squeal for a second !!

it’s like there’s a general buzz in the house for all of october. each of you thoroughly excited for the first real holiday in baby schmidt’s life, apart from the fourth where he’d worn an american flag swimsuit at your parents cookout. he seems to be excited too, constantly flashing his newly grown teeth even when no one’s looking. 

the outside of the house is brandished in cheesy decorations, little cobwebs and faux tombstones, abby’s hard work as she likes to remind you and mike every so often. it seems like she has just as big of a role in baby schmidt’s life as his parents, which eventually leads to the infamous babies r us argument. 

standing in the infant section again, it’s at least the fourth time the four of you have found yourselves here, the three times before ending in frustrated walks to the toy section (where mike put entirely too many toys in the buggy), a lunch break, and a feeding break for little schmidt. 

now, you’re determined to find a costume this time. the section isn’t that big so it really shouldn’t be as difficult as it is. but the two equally stubborn schmidt’s are the ones making it difficult, dual hardened eyes staring at each other. 

“he should go as mickey mouse, it’s cuter.” 

“and i’m telling you again, abby, that he’s going as a little astronaut.” 

they each hold their respective costumes in tight fists, and it’s really a funny sight to see; mike bent down to eye level with his little sister, face just a tiny bit red from the argument that really shouldn’t be as heated as it is. 

“every other kid is going to be an astronaut.” 

“and how do you know that?” 

“because dina’s little cousins are all astronauts. i’m a kid. i know what kids like, mike.” she spits his name with such a matter-of-fact attitude, that you start to see her point. 

but little schmidt is starting to get fussy in your harness and your back is really starting to hurt so you cut the argument short just when mike states, “yeah but hes my kid” and abby is starting to counter that he’s her nephew. 

you punctually grab the first costume that you see, the lion from wizards of oz, and throw it in the basket. 

“neither of you carried him and went through 17 hours of labor so i get to choose.” and they can’t argue with that logic. 

but to make the two grumpy ones feel better about losing, you all stop for ice cream on the way home. 

and weeks later, when halloween finally rolls around (because of course abby and mike were so excited for little schmidt’s first halloween that you’d gone costume shopping extremely early), they’re both on guard. 

abby’s trick or treating with a friend, you and mike left as guardians for the night, and as soon as dina rings the doorbell abby is giving her a lecture. 

“and he’s really little still so you can’t scare him, okay?” 

you and mike stand a few feet away in the hallway, coordinating outfits with baby schmidt who’s still down for the remainder of his nap. 

when it comes to trick or treating itself, mike has his camera out the entire time. he refuses to let you all leave the house without pictures. every few houses he has to take a picture of you and abby and dina walking back from the porch, or baby schmidt with his fist in his mouth. by the end of the night, he’s gone through two rolls of film, and there’s new family photos framed around the house by the time thanksgiving rolls around.

#mschmidtsworld! #dad!mike #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fluff #fnaf movie

[elsfairy]

hear me out, okay? i've been thinking about this for a long time. what about, while you're trying to get ready for (pls use whatever) and she ends up touching you in front of your mirror? brain going brrrr

i came

It was girl’s night. like everyday Friday— although the previous Fridays were nothing but being curled up on the couch, ice cream in hand, and a shitty movie on the TV because everyone was way too busy to be able to have a night off. The dress you picked out hugged your body perfectly, and you couldn’t stop the smile appearing on your face the longer you just stared. Tonight you had planned to have the time of your life, forgetting that real-life problems existed and there wasn’t a single thing that could stop you having a good night out.

“Where are you going?”

You hadn’t even realized your girlfriend, Abby, had slipped into the bedroom and taken her usual spot at the end of your bed, her eyes trailing up and down your body slowly, drinking every inch of you in. it wasn’t a new thing that you always felt so much smaller under her intense gaze, but it still managed to have you feeling goosebumps on your arms and shivers running down your spine. “It’s girl’s night tonight” You whisper, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror once again, giving yourself a second check-over, just to make sure everything is perfect.

“Oh, that’s tonight?”

“Yes, every Friday. I told you this, baby”

The silence became too loud and you honestly thought that she made her way back into the kitchen to finish the dinner she started cooking for herself a few minutes prior to you coming in here to get changed and glammed up. That was until her fingers, which were freezing, grazed the slit in the back of the dress you picked out, the touch instantly causing you to shiver on the spot, her eyes locking with yours through the mirror. “Well, you look beautiful” She murmurs, placing a gentle yet soft kiss on the back of your neck. Eyes still locked.

“Thank you, but I’m going to be late—”

“How much time do you really have?”

“40 minutes but—”

“That’s plenty of time”

Your girlfriend’s always been quick with her actions and responses when it came to you, and everything you do. Which is why it almost shocked you at how fast she was able to maneuver you both to the bed again. One second you were standing there, in her embrace to then being sat between her strong thighs, dress bunched up around your hips, the straps almost torn with how quick she managed to undress you— sort of. “Look at yourself, so pretty, hm?”

Of course, how could you forget? You were just looking in the mirror to get yourself ready, and now you’re looking at both of you. How she had one hand gripping your jaw, keeping you focused on yourself, while the other was between your thighs, the same thighs that couldn’t stop clenching around her hand the longer she teased you through your panties. They were soaked after just a few seconds of her touching you. “You get so fuckin’ wet, don’t you? I’ve barely touched you”

Before giving you anything you want, she’ll tease and tease until you’re trembling in her arms at her voice, whimpering at her commands or demands, and almost in tears when she refuses to give you something she knows you want, but refuses until you beg. As much as she hated not giving you what you needed though, she loved seeing just far you’d go to plead for it. You’re always a little bratty though, trying to close your thighs against her hands once more, trying your absolute hardest to move your hips just slightly— or a slight inch to gain from kind of friction from her fingers, but she was always quicker than you, moving her hand away just to be able to pull your leg away, and keep you from hiding. 

“you can skip one night, right baby? want you all to myself tonight”

It was hard to respond to anything she was saying when all you could do was softly pant as she had her fingers between your legs again, rubbing circles on your clit and smirking into your neck. The reflection before you both makes you feel even hotter, shy even as you’re just watching her shamelessly play with your clit like it was nothing. “Yeah…” you finally get out, sinking your nails into her arm.

“Good girl”

Oh it was going to be a long night.

#ᥫ᭡ anon #why is it so long though #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson the last of us 2

[amentomensmut]

hi! could I please request an angst piece for Mike Schmidt where he starts working longer hours and accidentally misses his date with the reader because he’s picking up extra shifts to make enough money to buy them nicer things like jewelry? I would appreciate it if they could talk about it and then he tries to make it up to them by spending more quality time with them :)

How can I make it up to you?

Mike Schmidt x Fem!reader wc: 1.8k

warnings: none, really! angst, fluff, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

note: SORRY i've been gone so long, part 2 for first time for everything WILL HAPPEN. however, loved writing some angst for a change :) enjoy <3

45 minutes.

Mike was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

You check your phone again out of habit and sigh. No new missed calls or texts. You scan the restaurant once again and you realise how pathetic you must look sitting here alone. You down the last of your chardonnay and call for the bill. 

You know Mike works hard to provide for Abby, and you admire that. However, he promised you a nice night out tonight. You hold back tears as you leave the restaurant. Sometimes you feel selfish for thinking it, but you wish Mike didn’t have to work so much. You barely get to see him during the week, and when you do he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. You shouldn’t hold it against him, you know that. But can’t he also make time for you?

Tears are spilling out of your eyes and down your cheeks by the time you get to and in your car, and you don’t care enough to wipe them away. The sting of mascara in your eyes doesn’t seem to faze you, and when you see Mike's name pop up on the screen on your ringing phone, you start to cry even more.

“Baby? I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m on my way over now. I had to pick up an extra shift, and then I needed to make a quick stop at the store which took me way longer than expected.” You hear Mike's distant voice on the other end of the phone, and the sound of a turn signal going off; signalling he’s in his car.

You try not to make it obvious you’re crying, but the sound of his voice makes a broken sob leave your lips.

“Sweetheart? Please talk to me.” Mike calls, and his voice sounds so desperate for any kind of answer on your end. 

“Just don’t even fucking bother, Mike. I left already anyway.” Your sadness has very quickly turned to anger from hearing Mike’s half-assed apology, and you couldn’t give a shit if your words hurt him. He hurt you first. You start your car, wiping your blurry eyes and pulling out of the parking lot.

“You left? But you’ve wanted to eat at that place for months.” And Mike was right. You had wanted to eat at that restaurant for months. It was some new Italian place that had sparked your interest, and when you had planned this date, the first thing you did was make a reservation. Too bad it had gone to waste.

“I guess I lost my appetite.” You said, hanging up the phone. You want to yell and scream at him, but what good would that do? You don’t have the energy, so instead when you get home you change into some comfy clothes and curl up in your bed. 

You’re not one for big, dramatic gestures, but you do consider burning his hoodie that you currently wear. It smells exactly like him and that makes you cry even more. The one person who you want to comfort you right now, is the reason you’re crying. You’re not sure if it was fair for you to be so harsh towards him on the phone, but you can’t find it in you to care. You had the whole night planned, you wore Mike's favourite dress, you bought his favourite ice cream to share when you got home, all for it to be wasted. 

The sound of your doorbell ringing jolts you awake, and you groan as you roll out of bed. You’re almost 99% sure you know who’s at the door, and you consider not even answering it. However, the part of you that still wants to see Mike wins, and you open the door. On your doorstep is a very guilty looking Mike holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and in his other hand a bag that holds your favourite candy. You almost want to forgive him right then and there. Almost.

“It’s late, Mike.” You say, crossing your arms like it's a defence mechanism. You take in his appearance. His hair is dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it, and you know that’s something he does when he gets anxious. His eyes are tired and his lips are bitten. 

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just-, well, I got you these.” He says, handing you the bouquet of flowers. You consider not taking them for a moment, but you rule that option out as you look at Mike’s tired, sad eyes. You hold the bouquet in your hands, waiting for Mike’s next words. You know he struggles with voicing his feelings and emotions, but if he thinks he can just buy you flowers and candy as a way to apologise, he would be sorely mistaken. 

“How’d you get these? The flower shop closed two hours ago.”

“It was closing when I got there. I kinda had to bribe the guy to let me in.” Mike says with a nervous laugh, and your heart warms at the sweet gesture. There’s a pregnant pause, and you can tell Mike is trying to find the right words to speak.

“I’m really sorry. I’m sorry for being late, that I upset you.” Mike starts, and you sigh.

“But we planned this, Mike. And you just didn’t come.” You know your eyes are getting watery again, but you’re hurt. 

“I know, baby. I wanted to get you a gift, but there was a long line at the jewellery store, and the wait was way longer than I expected. I decided to wait because I’ve been picking up extra shifts for months to get you this necklace and-” You cut Mike’s rambling off.

“You got me a necklace?”

“The one that was in that magazine you showed me.” Mike said, and you furrow your eyebrows. If you’re thinking about the same necklace, it was one you had showed him on a whim a few months ago. You were reading a magazine when you had come across a necklace that was just to die for. You had shown him the necklace, gushing about how beautiful it was, but how you could never afford it. There was no way Mike had bought you that necklace, right?

“But I brought that up months ago.”

“I know.”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“That’s too much, Mike.”

“I picked up some extra shifts.” He says with a shrug, like what he did isn’t a big deal. 

“You’re making it really hard to be mad at you right now.” You say with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your head and your heart are saying two different things, and even though you do want to forgive him, you’re still hurt from tonight. 

“Come in.” You say, motioning for Mike to follow you inside. 

“Just so you know, I’m not letting you in because I forgive you. It’s just…cold outside.” You continue, putting the flowers on your dining table before leading Mike to your living room.

“I should’ve just forgotten about the necklace. You’re more important than that. I just really wanted to get you something nice.” Mike says as you both sit down on the couch. You can really see how anxious he is now with the way his leg bounces up and down rapidly and how he picks at his nails. 

“Can I see it?” You ask, and Mike is nodding, reaching into the bag that also holds your favourite candy to pull out a box. He hands it to you with bated breath, his eyes scanning your face. You open the box, your lips parting in shock. You knew it was the necklace you had been wanting, but to see its beauty in real life was something else. 

“Mike, it’s beautiful.” You say, taking the necklace out of the box to feel it in your hands.

“I thought it suited you.” Mike says. “Can I put it on for you?” He adds, and you nod, turning around so your back is facing Mike. Mike’s gentle hands push your hair over one side of your shoulder. He lays the necklace over the front of your neck, clasping it at the back. 

“Let me see you.” He demands softly, and you turn back around. Mike’s lust filled eyes scan your neck and face, and you feel shy in his intense gaze. 

“You’re stunning, baby.” Mike says, and the sincerity in his voice makes you melt. “Can’t believe I made my pretty girl cry. I’m so sorry.” 

“I really wanted to have a nice night together, Mike. I feel like I barely get to see you anymore.” That selfish feeling bubbles up in your stomach once again, but you push it away. You need to have this conversation with him. Mike sighs, and you can see a look of guilt and sadness wash over his face.

“I know, sweetheart. And you’re right. I don’t mean to neglect you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while. You keep me sane.” Mike admits with a sad smile, and he reaches to grab your hand, squeezing it softly. 

“I guess sometimes I get so caught up with work, wanting to be able to provide for you and Abby.” Mike continues, and he looks up into your eyes so you can see the truth and a genuineness in his tone.

“I love the necklace, I think it’s incredibly thoughtful, don’t get me wrong. But I'd just rather you spend time with me than buy me things. I know you’re busy, and I know Abby is your first priority so I’ll never ask you to sacrifice the time you dedicate towards her, for me. All I’ll ask is that when we plan a date, or when we're together, that’s the time you dedicate to me, and you're completely there in the moment. Okay?” You say, rubbing your thumb against the back of Mike's hand. You know how hard he works, and it’s one of the many things you admire about him. You’re not asking him to drop everything to be with you, and you know how much Abby means to him. You love him, and the time you don’t get to spend with him feels like time wasted.

“Okay.” Mike says, and he’s pulling you into a long embrace. His strong arms hug you and hold you tightly to his body. You wish that things could’ve gone differently tonight, but you know that this conversation was important, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. 

“Do you want to watch a movie and dig into this candy that I bought for you?” Mike asks, his voice muffled from his face being tucked into your shoulder. You pull away from Mike and he presses a kiss to your forehead, something you know he always does to wordlessly say “I love you.”

“I’ll even let you choose the movie.” He teases, and you roll your eyes at him. 

“How generous of you.” You tease back, and soon enough you’re curled up into his side, eating your favourite candy, watching a movie that you got to choose.

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #smut #fnafmovie #fnaf

[mrslankyman]

Where is my Mind?

Mike Schmidt x (fem) Reader

Mike walked into the busy mall. A usual Saturday. Everyone scurrying around trying to get to the store they wanted. The food court surprisingly wasn’t as busy. It was only 9 am though.

So he clocked in and got onto his shift. Which consisted of just walking around and making sure no one was stealing. The grey ‘Security’ button shirt was growing a little hot.

He wished for a day without the penetrating head ache he had. He feared when he walked by people they saw right through him. A tired and dead ended man. Fighting to keep his sister and fighting even harder to convince her he was alright.

Truth be told he was far from alright. Between the threat of a court case and the fact he was behind on rent he sure as hell wasn’t gonna catch a break anytime soon.

For some reason though he always had enough pocket change to visit the ice cream shop in the food court. So that’s where he headed.

Was it too early for ice cream? Maybe.

Walking through the food court he made his way to the ice cream shop. Spotting the girl who always had a smile on her face. It sickened him slightly at how happy she could be. Though in a way he liked her smile.

“Hello Mike. What will it be today?” That friendly voice cooed. She always had that happy ring in her tone. “Just plain vanilla. In a cup.” Mike answered pulling his wallet from his pocket. Flipping it open and going to get the cash out.

Meanwhile Y/N made the ice cream. Swirling the vanilla icecream into the cup. She’s seen Mike quite a lot. He always made his way over to get an ice cream. Everyday, every week. She wondered if he had a major sweet tooth or if he never got ice cream as a kid and now that he could he’d get it everyday. Either one sounded like Mike to her. Though she barley knew him.

“Here is your plain vanilla icecream in a cup.” She held out his sweet treat to him. As he held up the $2.20 to her. She took it and smiled. He always had exact change. It surprised her. Well it used too. Till he did it everyday.

“Food courts not so busy today.” Mike turned around to her. He was planning on leaving and just sitting at one of the tables. Eat his icecream and then slug around. “Yeah.” The man gave a look around before debating. He didn’t like talking to people.

“You ever thought about trying another flavor besides vanilla?” She asked so smoothly. So happily. So friendly. Why was she talking to him?

He looked at her. If his tired eyes didn’t make her realize he didn’t wanna talk his resting bitch face sure did.

She slowly looked away. She knew he didn’t talk much. He didn’t even chat with his work buddy much. Why would he talk to her?

She just longed to make a friend. Truth be told her and Mike were similar in that sense. She graduated high school, watched all her friends go off to some great career, and here she was. Working at an ice cream shop in a mall.

Here Mike was. Both parents dead and raising his little sister. Still holding onto the hope of revenging his dead brother. He didn’t have friends. None that knew him well at least.

“I think I’ll stick to vanilla.” Was all he said as he walked off.

Y/N stared off at him. He made his way to a table and sat down. Eating his icecream.

——

2 weeks

——

Perhaps it was the fact his Aunt decided to give a nasty call. Or how Max couldn’t baby sit that day. Abby was getting dressed to go with Mike to work.

His boss knew his position. So he reluctantly agreed. Abby was cheerful about getting to go. Mike was annoyed on the inside. He loved his sister but..

He only had enough pocket change for one icecream.

——

“Okay what flavor do you want Abby?” Mike asked looking down at her. She stared up at the menu of flavors. “Strawberry!” She gave a wide smile. The corner of Mikes lips raised as he saw her smile. She was the only thing he even cared about anymore.

“Go have a seat and I’ll get you it.” He instructed. She headed off to find a place to sit. Mike walked to the cash register to order.

“The usual today Mike?” Y/N asked in her normal happy tone.

“Ugh no, a strawberry.. cone today.” He said looking at her. Noticing the smile creep on her face he gave her a puzzled look.

“Something other than vanilla I see. Mixing it up a bit?” She giggled and grabbed a cone. Wondering what the change in flavor was for.

“No, it’s for my sister. I brought her with me today.” He answered slightly afraid. Even that small detail he thought would drive her away.

“Oh you have a sister! How nice.” She turned around with the cone in hand. “What’s her name?” She curiously asked as Mike paid. “Abby, she’s over there.” He hesitantly pointed at his sister. Who sat at a chair looking at Mike. She noticed his finger pointing at her so she waved. Giving a bright smile at the girl talking to her brother.

To her of course it seemed like the two were friends. Maybe even more. She always wondered what it would be like if her brother met someone. Would he be happier? She always noticed the way Mike looked after talking to people. They looked at him with disgust and he looked down with shame.

The only girl she saw him talk to was Max. Max didn’t seem to be his type. If he had one that is.

“Yeah I had to bring her today. Baby sitter canceled.” Mike turned back to the girl. After seeing Abby smile he couldn’t brush off this girl. He didn’t need his sister seeing that he had terrible social skills.

Though she already knew. Partly she did. She didn’t fully understand but she knew Mike had a hard time with things.

“Aw, you know. If you have to do stuff I can watch her. I get off in 30 minutes. Early day today.” She offered with a smile. That smile never left her face when she talked to him. He wasn’t used to this.

Should he let her in? Give her a chance to get to know him and his sister? She seemed nice. He’s talked to her for about 2 months now. Over icecream though..

“Okay.. yeah. That be nice.” He nodded. He regretted his decision already. She was excited to get to know Abby.

——

So it became routine. Well getting an ice cream for Abby did. Before Mike left his shift Y/N would bring over a strawberry cup of ice cream. For him to take home to Abby. He lived only 5 minutes away so he figured it wouldn’t be too melted.

She enjoyed the time with Abby. Learned a lot about her and a little about Mike. How he was reserved and Abby had never seen him talk to someone so much.

That made her blush slightly. Mike treated her differently than he did others?

Perhaps it was the longing for a friend. Or the fact Mike felt somewhat different when he was around her but sometimes he came by even when he wasn’t getting ice cream.

Except today.

Today was different. No Mike. At least not at the ice cream shop. Y/N would look around. Trying to catch a glimpse of the man. She would see him walking around the food court. He never looked over at her. Never even walked over.

Did she do something? The other day was fine. She tried to recall what could have made him him give the cold shoulder.

——

“You really think that vanilla is the best flavor? I’m telling you try something new.” She giggled as she handed Mike his vanilla cup. “I’m not so sure I wanna try something new.” He gave her a look. He was slowly opening up. Besides that basic resting angry face she got a quizzical look.

“Oh come on. Super Rue is good. It’s like hmm I don’t know I just know it’s good.” She leaned against the register a little. Giving a smile. She never saw Mike smile. She could never get it out of him.

“Yeah I’m sure it is.” Mike grabbed his wallet and went to give her the cash. She reached out. Her fingers brushed Mikes. She wouldn't think much of it. But this made her heart skip a beat. She looked at him for a second. He also looked at her. His eyes displaying a show of emotion he had never seen on his face. So it was hard for her to pin point what it was. She could tell it wasn’t bad.

Perhaps he just hadn’t touch someone’s hand before really. Must of been the case by the way his cheeks flared up and he awkwardly held his ice cream. She put the change in the register and Mike gave a curt good bye. She couldn’t even answer before he was off.

__

Though that wouldn’t give him a reason to give a cold shoulder.. would it?

It would. Mike went home that night and couldn’t stop the feeling he had in his stomach. Was it butterflies or was it the feeling of dread?

He couldn’t lie to him self. Talking to her everyday had made him feel something. Though it wasn’t that deep. Till his hand touched hers. In that moment his stomach did flips. His face grew red and he was afraid she’d see through him.

See the feelings he had pushed down. He didn’t wanna burden her with his life. She only served him ice cream everyday and smiled because that was her job. She didn’t really mean anything.

Sure she enjoyed hanging with Abby, enjoyed talking to him he assumed. She always tried to drag the conversation out. Perhaps that was her way of being friendly though.

Far from it. If he only knew how anti social she was outside of work. Even in work when any other customer came up she didn’t care to hold too long of a conversation with them. They just weren’t Mike.

So she sat their and waited her whole shift. Waiting for him to come by and ask for a plain vanilla cup.

He didn’t.

He wasted his whole shift trying to ignore her. He walked through the food court to get lunch. Forcing his eyes to not look over at the small ice cream shop. It was hard but. He needed to shove those feelings away.

He didn’t want her to see him. What would she think of him? That he was crazy? She’d likely judge him for his past and try to fix his future. He didn’t want fixing. He wanted someone to understand.

His mind isn’t some happy place. He was corroded with doubt and unforgettable memories. He wanted someone to understand those. While also being able to see him.

He never let anyone see him for that to happen though.

He was doomed to live in his mind and never get out.

——

1 week

——

Perhaps it was annoyance. Anger. Or the fear she was gonna lose Mike for good that Y/N clocked out of her shift right before the mall closed. And headed to securities small office. Where Mike had to clock out at. He couldn’t escape her this time.

Mike headed to the office. Opening the door and slipping inside. As he turned his eyes widened. Y/N stared at him. With that look. That look that everyone gives him. The angry, annoyed, and shameful look.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Her words sliced through him like daggers. He never heard her use this time before.

He didn’t respond. He simply pushed past her and clocked out. He didn’t wanna talk. He didn’t wanna see her. He was afraid. Afraid he’d give him self away.

“Mike.” Her voice cut through his thoughts. Her hand grabbed his wrist. Those butterflies caught in his stomach. Her hands were warm..

He turned to her. His face giving nothing away. Though on the inside his head was racing a mile a minute this time it wasn’t from a head ache.

“Answer me.. please.” Her tone was soft, her eyes weren’t those angry annoyed ones anymore. They were sad. Sad. Something he’d seen before. Pity.

He didn’t want pity.

“I don’t need to tell you anything.” His cold answer made her frown. Sure he was standoffish. But this.. wasn’t the Mike she knew.

“Come on. You just stopped showing up one day and no matter when I try to call you over or say hi you just walk by. What is up?” He could see tears pricking the corner of her eyes.

Was she crying over him? This was new.. no one ever cared if he didn’t talk. No one cared if he didn’t reply. So why did she?

“Why do you care?” Was the only thing he could think of as a repose. Though truth be told he truly wanted to know why she cared.

“Because..” was that it? Because? No good reason? He should just go. She just wanted to pity him. He wasn’t special. He should’ve known-

“Because we’re friends aren’t we?” Those friends. That one word. Friends? Didn’t she know what she was doing to him? To just be friends.

“Friends?” He asked looking at her. Her hand on his wrist moved to his actual hand. She held his.

That electric feeling coursed through his body. His face turned red. She was going to see through him if she didn’t leave.

“You’re my friend Mike.. aren’t you?” She asked her voice so soft.. so inviting.

“I don’t know..” he said closing his eyes. Hiding him self in the darkness of his closed eyelids.

“Look at me.” She said luring him to open his eyes.

“I’m afraid..” he squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.

“Afraid of what?” She stepped closer to him. Wanting to understand him.

“Myself.. you.. everything.” Not as direct as she hoped but she understood.

“I get it..but Mike you don’t have to be afraid to me.” She put her hand on his cheek. This made his eyes open. He looked at her. His face red, his eyes had that look.. of longing. Her touch made him feel something he had never felt before.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked her quietly.

“No Mike.. I’m not afraid of you. I’ll never be afraid of you. The only thing I’m afraid of is vanilla being the only flavor ice cream you like.” She offered that light hearted joke and for the first time in for ever. She made him smile. A real smile. His lips curled up and his teeth shown through.

“I love your smile.”

He wasn’t afraid anymore. How could he be? This girl made him smile. Not some half assed smile he’d give to please someone.. a real smile.

So maybe she’d love his mind too.

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Sliding Into Home ~ On The Hunt For Mike Weiss

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Mary Eileen Adler has only ever known two parents: Frank and Abby.  They were her dad and mom for all intents and purposes, regardless of the time Abby left.  She understood that her real mother was Frank’s sister, but she wasn’t her mom.  

And she understood that she had a father but that he never acknowledged her so really, he wasn’t anything to her.  

So why did Uncle Mike say he was her dad? 

As her grandparents drove them to their Boston house, Mary sat quietly, not sure how to ask the questions in her head. Uncle Mike was nice but not nice to Frank or Abby.  She remembered the bruises she saw on Abby and when she asked, she was told she was in an accident.  But she knew it wasn’t the truth.  

“Nugget, are you hungry?” 

Mary snapped her head up to Frank, who looked concerned. “A little,” she whispered.  

“Do you want...” 

“I want Abuela’s food. Because it's at home.  And I want to go home.”  

The sadness in her voice nearly tears Frank in half.  His little girl is scared and hurting. “Ok Nugget.  We’ll go home.  We have a flight to Los Angeles tomorrow.”  

Mary nodded. “You won’t leave me, right?” 

Frank almost lost it right there.  He lifted the girl out of her seat and into his lap, adjusting the seatbelt so she could sit the rest of the way home there. “I’m always going to be here for you.  And I’ll make sure nothing happens to you again, ok?  I love you Mary, so much. Abby and I are go so happy you are ok and that you are back home with us.” He kissed her temple and she snuggled into him. “You’re ours Nugget and we’ll fight every day to make sure of that.”  

May fell asleep in the comfort of his arms.  They made it to Abby’s parents' house and Frank took her right to the guest room.  Tucking her in, he moved to leave the room, but a tiny hand fisted his shirt.  “Please stay with me,” she whispered.  

Frank smiled, scooting her to the middle of the bed, took off his shoes and climbed in. Mary rested her head on his chest and went back to sleep, taking Frank with her. 

 Frank sat with a coffee, watching Mary a few hours later as she played in the back yard with Johnny, Susie, Marco and Scott, Dodger chasing her around.  He sighed as he took in the sight.  “Frankie?” He looked over to his wife, who placed some sweet bread on the table next to him.  “Are you ok baby?” 

“Yeah, Cricket, I’m ok.  I’m just wondering how I’m going to break this news to Mary.  We have to give her something and she’s too smart not to just start googling everything.”  He rubbed his forehead.  “I was hoping we could have this conversation when she was older, but I guess not.”  

“I know Frankie but its better it comes from us.” Abby kissed his head. “Our baby needs to know the truth.” She looked at the group and an idea came to mind.  “How about we do this with everyone here? If it becomes too much, she can lean on Scott or Johnny or Marco or us, whatever makes her happy. She’ll know that she is loved by everyone here.”  

“Are you ok with everyone knowing our past?” 

“I am not ashamed of how everything got out of sync, Frankie. We were manipulated and that the truth.  Is that something I wanted Mary to know? No, of course not because I never wanted her to be afraid of anything but if it makes her safer, then I will do what I need to do to protect our girl.”  She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her warmth.  

“We’ll do it when you parents come back,” he said. “I want her to have all of the support she can have.” Frank leaned into Abby for a kiss. “You said our baby. Did you mean that?” 

“Mary is ours, Frankie. Of course I meant that.” 

“No I mean, will we have a baby?” 

Abby sucked in a breath. “You think you’re ready for that?” 

Frank looked at her eyes. “Maybe we wait until this all blows over but yeah, Cricket, I want a baby with you.” 

“That good. Because if you wanted a baby with someone else, I’ll murder you.”  

After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, the family gathered around the living room, Mary sat between Frank and Abby, chatting with Johnny.  “Mary, we wanted to talk to you about what’s been happening.”  

She fell silent as her family quieted.  She looked around and swallowed.  “Okay.”  

Abby sighed. “You know how we’ve told you that your birth mom is Frank’s sister?” Mary nodded. “Well, we also told you that we didn’t know who your biological father is, right?” She nodded again. “The last couple of months have been enlightening to us all.”  

“What does that mean?” 

Frank swallowed. “You remember that Abby was in the hospital?” 

“You said she was in accident.”  

“She was, Nugget, but not the way you were thinking.  Uncle Mike,” he swallowed, “he...uh... he...” 

“Did he hurt Abby?” 

“No.” He said firmly. “No, he didn’t touch her, but he knew where your mother was and invited her into Abby’s old house. And she hurt Abby.”  

“Why?” Mary’s eyes filled with tears.  “Why would she do that? 

“We are not really sure Mary,” Abby said softly. “But Uncle... just Mike, sweetheart, Mike and Diane have their reasons for everything.  All we know is that the police are looking for them and they and we have a lot of questions. Do you have any questions?” 

Mary looked at all of the people in her life, her family. “Are they going to take me away?” she asked just above a whisper. “Will they...” tears trickled down her face, “will they take you and Dodger away?” She looked between Abby and Frank. “You’re my mom and dad, not them.”  She began to sob.  

Frank immediately got out of his seat in front of her. “Listen to me, Mary.” He locked eyes with her. “No one is going to take you anywhere.  You are coming home with me and Abby and Scott and Dodger.  Johnny and Susie are going to hang out with us. Your abuelos are going to visit and we ae going to visit in the off season but this right here,” he looked around the room, “this is your family. You are my girl,” he wiped around her face to remove the tears. “I won’t let anyone, or anything change that.”  

Mary threw herself into his arms as everyone calmed their own soft cries. Mary understood. Her home was with Frank and Abby.  

The two people who would do anything for her.  

The morning of their flight home, Abby and Frank sat down with the lead detective on Mary’s kidnaping case, Paul Diskant.  “I’m sorry I haven’t met with you sooner,” he said, after introducing himself. “I’ve been following up with some leads coming in.”  

“Any news on finding Weiss?” Frank asked with a hard edge. 

Detective Diskant frowned. “No, it looks like he rented a car when he arrived in Boston a week ago and turned it in, but we don’t know if he’s left town or has someone else helping him.  We found the house, just as Mary described. There were no signs that he was going to hurt her in any way. We did find some photographs, surveillance of your family. It was taken by a professional, so I am assuming Mr. Weiss hired a private investigator.” 

“Fuck,” Frank mumbled. “What is the next step? We’re flying back to Los Angeles this afternoon.”  

“Private?” 

“Yeah, after what happened to Abby, I didn’t want to risk a commercial flight.” 

“I would like to send some officers to escort your family to the airport, just as a precaution.” Detective Diskant sighed. “I’m going to contact LAPD and advise the detectives on your case, Dr. Adler, what’s happened.  I’m sure, with the coverage it received in the press, they are aware of something but not everything and I want to keep them in the loop.”  

“Alright, what do you suggest for personal security?” Frank asked.  

“Frankie,” Abby started.  

“No, Abigail, we are not discussing this again. I will not allow something to happen to you or Mary or Scott for that matter.”  

“Mr. Adler, Dr. Adler, let me make this clear. My recommendation is that your family take every precaution available.  It is clear that your sister and Mr. Weiss are not of sound mind.  He is desperate to get to you Dr. Adler.  Your husband is right.”  

Abby stared at the detective for a minute before looking at her husband. “You really think he might try again?”  

“Cricket, if it wasn’t for the fact that your entire family is with our girl right now, she would be here with us. I refuse to leave any of you vulnerable again.”  

Departing from the airport, Abby’s parents hugged their daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law hard. “Call us when you get home,” Ana said, cupping her daughter’s cheek.  

“It’ll be late, Mama.”  

“I don’t care.”  She turned to Scott and Johnny. “You boys behave. “ 

“We will Mrs. Hernandez,” Johnny said before picking up Mary and carrying her into the plane.  

Abby looked around.  “Where is Susie?” 

“I think she left her bag in the car,” Scott said.  “C’mon Dodger, let’s get on.”  

Abby walked back to the SUV and stopped. She smiled as she spied on Susie and Marco, holding hands and whispering to each other, heads bent closer.  Abby quietly moved away as Marco bent down to place a soft kiss on Susie’s lips.  

Frank waited for Abby as Susie came around the side of the car.  “You girls are always late,” he mumbled. He grunted as Abby elbowed him. “What?” 

“Leave Susie out of this. She just needed a moment,” she whispered. She pulled out her phone.  

Abby: You could always find work out in California  Marco: Why would I do that  Abby: Because a certain blonde may love it  Marco: I don’t know what you are talking about  Abby: Ok fine. Just know, Frank is looking for someone to run security for the family. This could be the opportunity you’re looking for  Marco: Really?  Abby: Call him.   Marco: I’ll do it tomorrow.  Thanks sis. 

Returning to the team and relative normalcy helped the Adlers get back into normal. Frank thought it was a brilliant idea to have Marco be the head of security for the family. He moved Marco into the guest house on his property and Marco took over interviewing and hiring security to protect the family.  

Frank had a good couple of weeks, the Dodgers on a run at the moment.  Mary was thriving with camp, Abby found time to work at USC and attend to her duties with the Dodgers and Scott had found a job that allowed him to take care of Mary and work from home.  He and Abby shared an office, which Abby loved as Scott was rapidly becoming her best friend.  

Yes, everything was going great.  

Unknown: enjoy it while it last  Frank: Who is this?  Unknown: a nightmare 

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Things my partner and I have said about CTC characters, an ongoing draft

“Bill Danton is baby girl”

“Norman would love Disney Princesses”

“Jacob probably does many forms of art that most wouldn’t associate with him. Like he could design a house really well but people would go ‘that’s not a Jacob thing’”

“Jacob does sculpting. His housewarming gift to Norman when he moved next door was a middle finger statue.”

“When Norman went into his new house for the first time, he found all the statues Jacob had been storing in there of himself.”

“Tom’s got a touch of the ‘tism. Another one for the pit.”

“They’ve all got autism. In our world, autism is the default and you have to prove you’re allistic.”

“I like that he is a little fucked up.” (About the Ink Demon)

“Jane has slight shaken baby(adult?) syndrome. Bill shakes her with passion”

“It’s the discord kitten in him.” (About Bill Danton)

“I LOVE HOW MAN HE IS” (about someone else’s interpretation of Sammy)

“Certified boy holder” (about someone else’s interpretation of Sammy)

“The babies. He is So Ugly<3” (about the Tom plush)

“Allison would be a crystal girl in modern days. Susie would be one of the ones with a super complex skin-care routine”

“Do you think big Bendy accepts Sammy’s weird behaviour because he gives good tummy scratches”

“Susie would hate mullets. A lot of them would. Not Jacob.”

“Norman would fucking love the song Piano Man. He would sing that shit with heart.”

“Do you think Abby helped Richie through dealing with Dave’s death?”

“Sammy+Susie: the mean girls

Jack: the cat kid”

“Norman finally exercising his ice cream rights” (about a video of a man on a game show eating an entire pint of ice cream and then feeling sick afterwards)

“High school mean girls Susie and Sammy definitely practiced kissing together”

“Me: where would Jacob be from?

Rat: Ohio probably. Look at him”

“Me: Sammy. Is he British?

Rat: yes. He tries not to be”

“I literally spent $50 on this shirt because I looked at it and went “OOooOu Norman!””

“No arguments, Nice is a people pleaser. She wants to be Alice’s best pal ever, even if that means she has to commit to atrocious crimes” (about Malice Angel’s two different voices)

“Norman goes to a thrift shop and goes “ooooo for me”. Jacob goes to a thirft shop and goes “ooooo for Norman”. Strange gay things for a strange gay man”

“Got shoved in a locker for being a nerd” (about Grant)

“I can’t explain how, but the way you’re typing is Tom like” (about me calling crabs Big Boys, Tiny Boys, and then struggling to spell anemone, followed by “how the fuck do I spell this shit”)

“He loves almonds. Nut boy. Nut boy.” (About Norman)

“Kismesis. Mmm. Regret regret regret regret” (me regretting referring to something Homestuck related while talking about Prophet Sammy and Malice)

“Do u think Tom Boris cleans people. Like lick lick.”

“What’s more powerful then being nothing AND A WOMAN AT THE SAME TIME” (conceptualising nonbinary transfem Bertie)

“He looks like a Mangle” (about Bendy-Bot)

“Old Men that make Unexpectedly Nice Poetry” (about Henry and Norman)

“Bertie: You want meeee to come put of retirement to work on your silly little project? Do I get anything out if it?

Joey: I can give you a kiss-?

Bertie: *unimpressed*

Joey: I could get on my hands and knees and start crying

Bertie: that’d be a start” (Rat’s genius)

“His boyfriends wedding, he deserves that cake” (about Wally eating Tom and Allison’s wedding cake)

“Tom wouldn’t say blimey. ..I lie. I’m sorry.”

“Sammy Lawrence is Michael Bublé”

“Pfft- love his handbag” (about a picture of Sammy holding a light from BATDS)

“Richie has discord server mod vibes”

“Rosalia is not a discord kitten. She’s the actual mod, Richie just talks too much”

“Norman is a discord kitty for many many people to turn a profit”

“And Bill and Jane look like they eat humans and get away with it. But In a Endearing tumblr sexy man Sammy way”

“What the fuck is her” (about Slicer)

“Jack is catish”

“You know he’s ready to grab things and “what if you went in my mouth”” (about Ink Demon)

“Grant is autism.

He verbally stims (tick tick tick)

He enjoys math

Canonically He can’t understand when people don’t do things for money which I assume our Grant doesn’t get it either

Bad social skills

Resting bitch face

I say so???? So??? You can’t say I’m wrong???”

“I bet he’s never heard of a social cue in his life” (about Grant)

“Grant’s ‘Strange Money’ tape. He sounds like a self conscious southern 20-something year old that really doesn’t want to be southern. He sounds divorced. He sounds like his ex-wife is a lesbian.”

““Simmons I left something in the Hell Dimension can you get it for me” that’s on brand” (about Joey)

“Henry come on, respect your parents” (about Henry telling Abby to ‘get a better name’)

“Do you think their whole group has a thing for photos, Joey’s photo book, Carol hangs some up and Simmons just has them stuffed into random places, cup holder, under the seats, in his pillow, with the spoons”

“The moment you’re in Simmons’ house you’re walking on eggshells. There could be a jumpscare anywhere”

“Joey - a list of ways he handles the studio, to emphasise that he’s trying his best

Carol - a list of ways she handles being a secretary and a front desk lady, to emphasise that she’s good at her job

Simmons - what the fuck? What is he even doing here?”

“He/him (in the gay way)” (about Simmons)

“She’s actually 12 sea mines in a turtleneck sweater” (about Susie)

“Bald Sammy Lawrence and Skin Eyes Jacob”

“Fuck you [romantic]” (about Joey’s letter to Henry)

“Sammy keeping inky handprints from PJ on his overalls” (based on a picture of a cat leaving wet paw prints on a boot and calling it a little accessory)

“Enemies to lovers [obliviously]” (about Sammy and Susie)

“Do you think even as teenage mean girls beefing it out, Sammy and Susie were still crushing on each other”

“No idea who Eugene is but fuck Chef Buck”

“He is Brazilian I’ve decided, and Sally will be Greek” (about Andre and Sally Newt, when I was designing them)

“Rat: why does 30 years make my eyes green?

Me: Tism does that

Rat: Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman-“

“Bill is what happens when you forget about a middle child”

Edit: “Jacob and Norman definitely do drugs. Anything they can grow, they will take.”

“[scary[hot]]” (about Malice)

#Norman Polk #Susie Campbell #Allison pendle #Bertrum piedmont #Joey drew #Henry stein #grant cohen #Sammy Lawrence #Jack fain #bill danton batdr #Jacob batim #Thomas Connor #bendy the demon #ink demon #Jane Todd #Abby lambert #Richie batim #slicer batdr #Simmons batim #Wally Franks #there’s a lot going on here

[d1scordantmelody]

To everyone at my showing of the FNAF movie who dressed up: you guys are the coolest. We had a Puppet, a Glamrock Chica, a Roxy, the main three, a bunch of people in casual FNAF merch, it was insane. Everyone was there for a great time and the theater was so fucking joyful I have never been happier. Spoilers under the cut.

I still have no idea what MatPat said because as soon as he said "well that's no fun" someone yelled "IT'S MATPAT" and everyone screamed

Midnight motorist T-shirt that's all.

Chicas rainbow as the ice cream logo that's all.

We all screamed at Cory too even though WE KNEW he was in there from the trailer!

SOBBED CRIED RHE WHOLE TIME ABBY WAS BEING CUTE WITH THE CORE FOUR. they're just kids man. the animatronics are just kids and they got corrupted because William is so good at what he does (sociopathy).

SPEAKING OF WILLIAM AAAAARGRRGHAGA HES NAMED AFTON HE'S REALLY THE OURPLE GUY .....

Vanessa wearing yellow btw. The little detail,

I hope that since she's comatose but was in the building when William got springlocked she gets a little headghost and we get Vanny next movie

THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE OH MY GOD?!?! AMAZING!!!!!!

Josh as Mike was awesome. I love him so much. What a cutie pie. And he was pathetic and sad the whole way through.

Golden Freddy the whole movie was amazing.

Springlock suit in the back looking like a Funtime/Baby styled animatronic??

The scooper? Okay not the scooper but the fucking Face Eviscerator 9000? Has to be a scooper analogue. Hello!!! We can tell it's some sort of murder device but William has a KNIFE why would he need that unless he needed to make his victims feel agony for remnant. Ah well, it's trapped in the secret back room with him for the next thirty years so who cares.

I don't care if it's not a perfect analogue to canon. Because I didn't want that. I wanted a FNAF but reduxed and made for the general populace. Maybe this is even the original plot for the games, an unrelated Michael or something.

Regardless, Garrett is Puppet now, change my mind, give gifts give life.

Also not sure if it's true but the end credits said "come find me"?

WAIT OH YEAH THE OPENING CREDITS STYLED LIKE THE MINI GAMES AAAAAAAUGH;!;!!!!!!!

ok I'm done now

#fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf

[spicedwatermel0n]

If at some point in their adult years (of course stressing "if" as by all means don't have to be canon in your hc /nf) Sector V and/or one of the couples in it decide to have kids, what would they be like?

Honestly, if anyone would have a kid, it'd be Kuki. She'd probably adopt, because there's no way in hell she'd be able to have a biological child with Wally or Abby, nor would she want to have a child with Nigel (the child would DEFINITELY inherit his mental problems). She'd have the child live between houses to give Wally a break sometimes and so the child can visit their other parents.

Nigel comes over unexpectedly so his interactions with the child would vary. However, because he's mute, he doesn't talk to the child. The child would learn how to communicate non verbally from him.

Hoagie would probably be that stereotypical parent. Dad jokes, pushing the child on a swing, ice cream for dinner, etc. The favorite of the five parents.

Kuki would spoil the child with whatever toys they want. She'd wanna have a movie night and watch a fun animated movie with them every week.

Wally would most likely steer clear from the child unless the child wishes to interact with him. Then, he'd usually just try to do what the others would do to make the child feel as comfortable as possible, and he tries to let the child know when he feels he needs to rest.

Abby would be similar to Hoagie, except instead of dad jokes it's animal facts. She probably answers a lot of the questions the child has, and teaches the child how to navigate life.

Now of course as you said this is only "if". In their adult years I highly doubt any of them would want a kid. Kuki would be the only one who is open to the idea, but due to her three partners all not really liking the idea of children, she wouldn't have one.

Nigel wouldn't want a kid because he doesn't want to bring a child into a world where children don't have a voice

Hoagie wouldn't want a kid because the kid would inherit his issues and go through what he went through as a child

Wally wouldn't want a kid because kids can be overstimulating for him and he can't handle it for too long

Abby wouldn't want a kid for the same reasons as Nigel

Now, Fanny and Rachel would have a kid. Fanny being AMAB would actually be able to have a biological child with her wife. The child is... A mess. She's got the determination of Rachel, but the anger of Fanny. If you thought Fanny was obsessed with activism, wait until you meet their girl. She can be calm though. She doesn't experience attraction to anyone so she kinda doesn't have to worry about the "is this person your partner?" question when she brings a friend over. Probably in a higher up position in the KND.

And honestly, Hoagie probably does have a kid of his own that he doesn't exactly live with. One of his boyfriends from another city (probably Joe or someone from his nerd group back in elementary) wanted a kid, so, they had one. The kid doesn't exactly mind not seeing their other dad all the time. Whenever he does visit, he brings HUGE gifts in his truck for the kid. Sorta as an apology. The kid literally couldn't care less about how spaced the visits are. They mostly just enjoy the big gifts every time.

Although, in my headcanon, Wally carried a few kids for gay couples in his early twenties. He did it because he figured he'd do something useful with the body he didn't like before medical transition. He carried 3 babies total and, MAN was he exhausted from that. He's good friends with two of the dads he carried for and will occasionally go out with them to ball games and stuff. Their kids are doing well and are in their early twenties themselves now. Not exactly his children, but he went through the pain and suffering of having a child so I'm mentioning it.

While he was carrying Abby always brought him stuff to help him overcome the pain. Dude had about 10 heating pads all throughout the house by the time he started to medically transition. He gave a few back to Abby because Abby suffers from an unknown chronic pain disability and the heating pads can help give her some ability for a while on bad days of pain.

[teonys-jf]

brenban in whatever time because omi i forgot i put all of my focus on his mcd counterpart ＿|￣|○

he’s about nicole’s height in pdh, freshamn year {kiki older sibling supremacy}

he’s short and then gets tall

probably gets a job around junior year

im thinking smoothie, snow cone, or ice cream place

probably played football, befriended dante there

through dante he met travis, and they spent a couple weekends together

he was spending time with kiki when cadenza came over, to which he willingly got a makeover

he also met laurence through cadenza during band class

saw sasha and wanted to date her, ended up with some weird rat kid instead for a friend

from the outside it looks like they hate each other with how often they {physically} fight, but they think of each other as brothers

he had a pet hamster named cuddlezilla when he was 8

kiki helped him take care of it

when cuddlezilla passed, the kids grieved and buried him in the backyard

after highschool he adopts a baby named dell, he found out he was infertile and was hit with ‘oh my irene i want to be a dad’, he’s a very protective father

when he can’t watch over her, he asks dante and travis to take care of her

they don’t really have experience with babies, so they tried to feed her a cheeto with brendan there

after he freaked out for an hour and a half, he gave them supplies

he’s a carpenter and helped make changes to his friends’ houses

he added a reading corner for zane and jay

katelyn got a basement gym

nana got an ‘updated’ kitchen, it was made bigger which cut into her living room, but she was fine with it

laurence and garroth wanted fancy bathrooms, but brendan had to call a guy for the water since he wasn’t the best at it

nicole had a fox house built, since she got a pet fox named roxy

he met jay when hanging out with laurence, to which they mutually agreed to become siblings

kiki laughed when she came over, saying she was surprised to see that they hadn’t met sooner

dell and abby have playdates, where jeoffery and brendan take a nap in the living room in case the kids need them

travis, dante, and katelyn are there so the dads can sleep

their cooking gets better too

brendan is a good cook

once dell is old enough to go looking for her birth mom, brendan offers to be there for support

she accepts and she’s holding his hand when she calls out ‘mom’

brendan steps back so they can meet each other, but the mom starts to run away

after comforting dell, he goes out looking for her mother

he finds her having a panic attack and tries to get her to open up

issa had to give dell up for adoption, since she was a teenager

she already looked young, younger than brendan

he offered to go with her to meet dell and mediate between the 2

she declined, saying that she just wants to go home

issa leaves, having brendan explain the situation to his daughter

brendan is a cat person

he has a long hair tuxedo cat named ‘belly’

it was one of issa’s first words

years after belly, he gets a beagle named bagel

he thought it would be funny

issa met bagel she made sure to give him lots of attention when home from college

he/him, heterosexual biromantic cis

#irena's afterthoughts #irena's sticky note #irena's inkwell #aphmau brendan #brendan irmán #oh im gonna post about pdh zenix too #phoenix drop high #mystreet

[one-black-coffeee]

an incomplete list of things Andrew knows make the numbness hurt a little less (just to remind himself):

the way Nicky gets so excited to see him and Neil on their weekly video calls. Andrew didn’t think he’d ever have a family, much less one that wanted to see and talk to him

Aaron’s baby daughter. specifically when she gets all wide-eyed for Neil while Aaron quietly simmers beside them but still lets Neil hold her

when Kevin shows up at their apartment with Neil, already discussing exy but stops long enough when he sees Andrew to offer him a genuine smile and a nod

Matt and Neil barging into the dorm, Neil on Matt’s shoulders, both of them laughing until they’re red

Neil’s laugh

Neil’s smile

Neil.

the cats that Kevin named but he got to bring home. the cats that Neil didn’t want but still started to love wholeheartedly because Andrew loved them

Neil sitting on the carpet with the cats, swinging a cat toy in front of the cats, laughing quietly each time Sir or King swats at the toy

date nights. driving to gas stations and finding the junkiest food and drinks just to drive to a field and sit on the hood of the car, Neil leaning against his side just as much as he leaned against Neil’s

the tired smile that crosses Neil’s face every time he smooths down Neil’s helmet-hair after a game. the smile that’s reserved for Andrew because no one else gets the intimacy of touching his hair

glass figurines. Bee keeps them all in a case by her desk

Wymack and Abby showing up to his first pro game. Abby doesn’t try to hug him but she smiles. Wymack tells him the game went well and gives him an envelope. Andrew ignores it the rest of the night but keeps it in his nightstand— a reminder that Wymack is proud of him

falling asleep with his head on Neil’s chest and Neil’s arms around his back, safe and grounding but never trapping

eating a pint of ice cream on the sofa, his legs thrown over Neil’s thighs and Neil’s head on his shoulder, Neil pointing out inaccuracies in blood splatter patterns

crocheted sweaters

when the cats jump on him in the night and instead of fear, he feels their little paws against his chest and falls back asleep

Neil smiling and laughing against his lips. being able to feel how undoubtedly happy Neil is

the chain around his neck with a solid gold band that matched Neil’s. the one only he and Neil ever saw

waking up in the morning to the sounds of the cats crying for food and Neil stumbling around to feed them. walking up behind Neil and kissing his bare shoulders while Neil makes coffee

waking up in the morning to find Neil still asleep in their bed, fingers laces together with his, and back pressed securely to his. getting to fall back asleep with his face pressed into the crook of Neil’s neck, breathing the easier he ever had

#andriel #andrew minyard #neil josten #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #dan wilds #david wymack #kevin day #matt boyd #renee walker #seth gordon #nicky hemmick #aftg meme #aftg series #all for the game

[simonsrosebud]

FOXES AND MORGAN! FOXES AND MORGAN! DADS AND FOXES AND MORGAN! GIMMIE SUPPORTIVE FOUND FAM!!!!!

don’t have to ask ME twice...

they find out that morgan is allergic to banana’s the hard way.

it’s a month since they brought her home, and kevin is a state over for something he couldn’t back out of. it’s just dalton and morgan for the day.

and dalton decides to mash up bananas until they’re soft enough for her to eat.

at first it’s fine.

but five minutes go by and she starts making this weird sound with her throat.

and then she coughs every once in a while, and dalton starts getting worried.

he rushes her out of the house when she starts breathing heavily.  the hospital is fifteen minutes away, and he doesn’t even know that it’s an allergic reaction yet but he’s freaking out and kevin isn’t answering his phone.

he calls neil.  dan is working, and he knows andrew has therapy at some point on wednesdays.

“you need to calm down.  if she’s breathing she’s fine and you’re only five minutes away at this point.”

“i know but-“

“you did nothing wrong, dalton.  foster care didn’t know she was allergic and neither did you.”

“allergic to what?!”

“you said she started being weird after lunch, you said she had bananas.”

and jesus, of course it’s the bananas.

morgan gets a shot almost as soon as they get to the emergency room, and she screams sitting on dalton’s lap and he’s trying so hard not to cry right now it’s not even funny.

they keep them there until she’s back to normal, and at one point dan pushes back the curtain they’re behind.

dalton looks to the side, but dan comes over and wipes a tear off his cheek with the cuff of her sleeve.  “are you okay?”

he’s not even going to question how she knew he was here.  “i’m the reason she’s even here, so not really.”

“hey.  this is not your fault.  you had no way of knowing if she was allergic because she’s never had bananas before.  you rushed her here as soon as you noticed was something was wrong which is the best thing you could’ve done.”  he nods.

“once, when abram was learning to roll over i was trying to help him out.  but i pulled his arm too hard and pulled it out of the socket.”  dalton’s eyebrows shoot up.  she shrugs.  “matt was there, too!  we didn’t know anything was wrong until he wouldn’t stop crying for like two hours.  abby came by and popped it right back in.”

dalton takes a deep breath and hugs morgan tight.  “you’re a good dad, dalton.”

and ten minutes later kevin shoved the curtain out of the way, out of breath with andrew on his heels.  all is good.

another thing… morgan is loud, when she wants to be.  she isn’t speaking yet, but she squeals and babbles.

her favorite is copying what her dads do.  for instance, when kevin is putting his shoes on for a run, she often takes her shoes off and brings them to him to put back on her.

or when dalton goes through a phase of trying to do a handstand, she always bends over to touch her hands to the ground.  it’s as far as she goes, but it’s good enough.

but... whenever andrew and neil find themselves around her, she follows andrew around like a magnet.  from the time she’s crawling to when she just gets the hang of walking.

it shouldn’t be a shock to any of them.  andrew is her godfather.

when the foxes make their way to kevin’s house, morgan falls off of allison’s lap to scooch next to andrew on the sofa.

she puts her face down on the cushion and sticks her tongue out at him.

her obsession with him is very noticeable.  “she gets me,” he says.

and later in the night he’s sitting on the floor in front of neil.  everyone is in the living room together, and morgan comes running in after one of the boyd’s children.  well, more of a slow waddle.

andrew sees her trip over a shoe before it happens.  he’s sitting on the floor and grabs her with one arm before she reaches the ground and plops her in his lap all in one move.  you can tell the whole movement is too fast for her to comprehend.

“no,” andrew says when she looks back and goes to grab onto his arm.  she stops.

“no,” he says, when the foxes look his way.  and “no,” he says, when kevin starts to come to the rescue.  i’ve got her.

dalton is grinning at allison’s side, raising a brow at kevin.

but andrew goes on his business ignoring everyone and continuing a conversation with renee.  he grabs her pacifier sitting on the coffee table and holds it wordlessly and blindly in front of her face until she leans forward and takes it with her mouth, and then he drops neil’s little stress ball into her lab.  big enough not to choke on.

plus, if she slobbers on it it’s neil’s fault for leaving it in his jacket anyway.

after ten minutes, morgan leans back against andrew’s chest.  he tenses for a moment, not expecting it, but neil’s hand in his hair grounds him.  she’s just a baby.  harmless.

from then on, uncle andrew kind of turns into fun uncle andrew.  he doesn’t show it in the typical ways, but he’s always been her favorite anyways.

now, he’s the one who tosses a new stuffed or plush toy to her when they visit, and he’s the one who silently gives her a spoonful of ice cream whenever the times arise.  and when he and neil get the chance to babysit her for the first time she comes home with a new little blankie, a stuffed fox, and the smallest kids size of a minyard south carolina jersey.

kevin fumes.  she doesn’t even have one of his.

she’s also the first person besides neil to call him drew, once she’s talking.  whether it’s because she just can’t pronounce it right yet is irrelevant.

she sees andrew and neil leaving practice when dalton picks kevin up one day.  the windows are down, and she shakes her legs in her car seat.  “unuh dew!”

andrew snaps his head over.  he comes over, holds his hand up for a high five, and walks off after she hits it.

#kevin day #bisexual kevin day #the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is #OC: dalton miller #dalton miller #kevin day x dalton miller #exy #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the foxes #palmetto state foxes #andrew minyard #neil josten #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #renee walker #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard

[13uswntimagines]

Halloween Meetings (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: sequel to ice cream and baby with the team meeting the baby and them introducing the godparents. Maybe Lindsay and Tobin could be the godmother‘s.

Author’s note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ for her amazing help. 

The night started out like any other team get together. They had all gathered at team Tobin and Christen’s house with some board games and movies and they were just settling in to do an annual rewatch of Hocus Pocus. You saw them through the window screen as you walked up the drive. 

You were nervous to say the least. Yes, they were your best friends (more like your family) but what if they didn’t like the little person currently bundled up against the cold in your arms. What if they gave her a cold or made her cry? What if they saw you before you could sneak up behind them and ruin the surprise? 

You checked the batman ear muffs you had placed on Camren’s ears to make sure they wouldn’t come loose. You were expecting quite a bit of noise at first when the team saw you and Emily for the first time since you came back from the hospital. Most of the team hadn’t even seen Camren in person, and Tobs and Lindsey last saw her when she still looked like a red (very adorable) demon blob. 

“Hey Em, can you grab the door please?” You whispered, shifting your daughter in your arms to push the diaper bag back onto your shoulder.

“I pushed her out of my vagina, why do you get to carry her inside?” Emily huffed back, and you rolled your eyes at the woman. This had been her go to argument for everything. 

“I thought we agreed that it would be super fun to sneak up on them?” You asked, your eyebrow raised. 

“And you can’t be the distraction?” She matched your expression. 

“You carried her for 7 and a half months, it’s my turn,” You said, sticking your tongue out at your beautiful wife, smiling at her adorable giggle. You were so glad Camren had inherited her smile.

“Fine, but YOU’RE on diaper duty,” she said imperiously, as though that hadn’t been her plan the entire night. 

“Whatever you say Em, I’m sure the girls are going to be fighting me for that too,” You laughed shaking your head. Camren was about to meet her 22 aunts, you were sure diapers wouldn’t be an issue. 

You gestured for her to walk through the door, and followed her silently. You ducked into the kitchen to get Camren out of her coat while Emily headed to the living room, and stood a minute behind the sofa. 

Everyone was focused on the movie, sipping cider and eating Oreos, so no one noticed Emily walking to get directly behind Tierna and Mal. She waited there until the perfect moment- the jump scare where the black cat jumped out at Max as he was lighting the candle. And then she grabbed both of their shoulders and yelled “HI GUYS!” The response was instant. Tierna and Mal both jumped, dumping popcorn over the sofa and Carlie, who had instantly grabbed a nearby pillow as if to use it as a weapon. Sam had been mid-sipmid sip and looked up grinning with cider dripping down her face. Ali had accidentally inhaled a piece of popcorn and Ashlyn was patting her on the back slightly as she coughed, both of them laughing maniacally. 

“Hey Sonnett, you made it,” Lindsey cheered, jumping up. She gave her a quick hug, subtly checking behind the woman in hopes of seeing you and the newest member of the family. 

“Hey kid, you doing alright, you know after…” Kelley asked, giving her training partner a quick peck on the cheek as she trailed off towards the end of her sentence, gesturing towards her stomach. 

“Yeah, I’m doing alright! Super excited to get a night off of diaper duty,” Emily smiled, sitting heavily on the couch (conveniently placed across from the opening to the kitchen). 

“So… the little goalkeeper isn’t here?” Ashlyn frowned. You nearly burst into laughter as you snuck up behind them. 

“No, she just used my daughter as blackmail to get out of changing diapers tonight,” You smiled, announcing your presence. Again, all your teammates jumped, but this time the response was less controlled. Everyone was on their feet instantly, squealing and gathering around (or in Crystal’s case, standing on the nearest armchair) to get a look at you and your baby. You held your hand up to stop the herd of women rushing in your direction.

“Whoa, whoa whoa, no one is coming near her until you go and calmly wash your hands. CALMLY Ashlyn!” You yell over your shoulder as she tripped over a rug on her sprint to the bathroom, racing to get there before Abby ”No roughhousing within this” you gesture to make a good 6 foot wide circle “radius.” 

Tobin made her way over first, wiggling her fingers at Camren and eliciting a smile from your sleepy girl before scooping her up in her arms. You smiled at her, checking quickly to make sure the head was being supported well before you plopped down on the couch.

“You and Em did a good job, she’s adorable,” Christen smiled, nudging your side with her elbow as she watched her girlfriend hold your baby. 

“It was all Em, I just watched and bought ice cream,” You shrugged, laughing at your wife’s pout. 

“Liar. This woman, pretending like she wasn’t the one reading baby books in her free time. She literally learned how to swaddle in week two of my second trimester. Bought a freaking flour sack and practiced swaddling it. I swear, Camren actually listens to her when she talks, just sees me as a walking refrigerator,” Emily joked to the surrounding listeners. 

“Was the Batman stuff Y/n’s idea too?” Christen asked with a soft smirk. The team was well aware of your obsession, so it only made sense. 

“She had to represent her mama too,” Emily said pinching your very red cheeks. You leaned in and pecked her lips, oblivious to the soft looks your teammates were giving you. 

“As sweet as watching you guys is, I think I’m gonna go steal the bean from my darling,” Christen said, reaching out her hands to her wife. 

“Oh, alright,” Emily said absentmindedly, waving a hand. “Go get some time with your goddaughter.”

Christen and Tobin froze, Camren halfway out of Tobin’s arms as they both turned to stare at you and Emily. 

“You want us to be godparents?” Tobin whispered. 

You shrugged. “Well, you two and Lindsey. We figured our team moms and our best friends were good choices,” 

“Me too?!!!” Lindsey exclaimed in disbelief, rushing towards you and throwing you over her shoulder. 

“Whoa, put me down. The only one who gets lifted here is Camren,” you said, flicking her arm until she put you down. 

Your family was crazy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine #literalhedgehog

[yayeetsonny]

“I’m sorry, What?”~ USWNT x Baby Reader

Prompt: Team finds out Baby R has a girlfriend.

Requested by: @rainbowpants27​

I know you requested this ages ago, sorry about the wait!

No ones PRO//

The players on the USWNT were some of the best in the world, there was no doubt about that. On the field they were a force to be reckon with and when doing interviews or press conferences they made sure to maintain a certain degree of professionalism. Off the field and away from flashing cameras and microphones was a different story…

Their fanbase often knows just how crazy they can be and they often exhibit “crackhead” behavior. The age range of the team is from 36 to the youngest at 17. When it comes to their young teammates they get extremely protective and sometimes a little nosy. One such example of this was the day they found out their youngest teammate Y/N L/N had a girlfriend that she hid from them for an entire year.

Alyssa PRO//

I was heading down to the bus because we had practice soon and they told all of us to start boarding. When I got there I noticed that almost everyone was there, everyone except the youngest Y/N.

“Hey, guys?”

“Yeah Lys?”

“Where’s Y/N?”

Everyone stopped talking and began looking around for her but when they realized she was no where to be found they started to worry.

“Has anyone seen her today?”

“Yeah, just before I left our room.” Abby said

“Was she okay when you left?” Tierna asked worriedly

“Yeah, she said she’d be down in a sec and to not wait for her.”

“How long ago was that?”

“10 minutes?”

“We have to leave in 5, I’m going to look for her.” I said throwing my stuff on the bus, getting the card to her room and sprinting back into the hotel.

 I made it to the floor our rooms were on and used the key card Abby had given me to open the door. When I did I heard Y/N talking quietly to someone, she didn’t seem to know I was there but what I heard her say next had me extremely worried.

“No, I can’t tell the team.”

The was a pause before she spoke again.

“Because they’ll freak out and get all protective.”

Another even longer pause.

“I just… I can’t. I- ”

“Y/N?” I decided to interrupt and make my presence known.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard me and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I gotta go, sorry!” She rushed out before quickly hanging up on the other person.

“Hey Alyssa! What’s up?”

“I just came up here to see if you were okay since we have to leave in 5 minutes and Abby said you told her you’d be down over 10 minutes ago.”

“Oh, yeah sorry about that. I just had to make a quick phone call.”

“To who?” I asked as we started running to the elevators to get back down to the bus.

“Just a friend.” She said a little too quickly

I Just nodded in acknowledgement as we made it down just in time and got on the bus.

“Jesus, there you guys are. What took so long? We almost left without you.” Alex said from her seat next to Kelley.

“Just got caught up on the phone.” Y/N replied

I could tell she was nervous and so could everyone else, she was avoiding eye contact and fidgeting quite a lot.

“Everything okay?” Christen asked concerned

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine.”

We all let it go after that but I knew everyone was still sending worried glances her way. I needed to tell the others about the conversation I overheard and we would need to find a way to get her to tell us what was going on. Normally I would stay out of things and mind my business but when it concerned our youngest player, someone who I considered a little sister to me those rules were null and void. I knew the rest of the team felt the same, the older players even more so. 

We got to the practice facility after a short ride and after getting off and going to the locker room to deposit my stuff I went out onto the field and joined the circle of players that had gathered in the middle. 

“Are you guys worried about Y/N too or is that just me?” Abby asked

Everyone said that they too were worried and began talking about what could possibly be going on, some imagining some really bad scenarios and others reminding everyone that she was a nervous kid and that whatever it was, was probably not as bad as they were thinking. I had stayed quiet for the most part but finally decided to tell everyone what I heard earlier.

“Guys wait. Okay so before I tell you what I am going to, I need everyone to take a deep breath and let me finish talking before asking questions, okay?”

They all agreed and then I told them about what I overheard her say on the phone.

“And you’re sure she said “I can’t tell the team.”?” Mal asked

“Yes positive.”

“And you absolutely sure she said we’d “Freak out. And get all protective?” She said those exact words?” Alex asked

“Yes, guys I swear that’s word for word what she said to whoever was on the other line.”

“Well now I’m even more concerned.” Tobin said 

We all knew that sometimes when something bad was happening or she was in trouble at school she didn’t tell us right away. Her home life wasn’t the greatest so our reasons for concern that she was keeping something from us were understandable. 

“Okay, everyone listen up.” Carli said, using her “Captain voice”

“I know you’re all worried, and so am I but we have to let her come to us and we can not… I repeat can. Not. Jump to conclusions. Understood?”

We all agreed and went about our usual practice routines. Y/N emerged for the locker room shortly after Carli finished talking and joined the circle on the field.

“What did I miss, guys?” She said completely oblivious to what we had been talking about.

“Not much kid, just asking anyone if they had seen my shin guards.” Carli said, ruffling her hair.

“Come on, kid, come do some passing drills with me.” Alex said whisking her away.

We continued on through practice and the younger players were goofing around with Y/N when given the chance, she seemed more at ease than before. When we finished and headed back to the hotel we all decided to do a game night in Abby and Y/N’s room. 

After much convincing Vlatko and the other coaching staff agreed to let us order pizza and eat other junk foods. “but this counts as your cheat day for this week.” He told us and we agreed that, that was a fair sacrifice to make. We ordered a bunch of pizzas and sent Megan, Becky and Allie on a snack run. When they returned that brought with them everyones favorites, ranging from candy, chocolate and ice cream to different kinds. Of chips and cookies. The hotel staff probably thought we were having a party and regret letting 23 teenagers/childlike adults into their hotel. 

We played all of the stereotypical party games such as spin the bottle, truth or dare, never have I ever and so on. We also split into different groups to play cards or board games, making bets on who would win or lose the most and some also took to playing Mario kart and other games on the Nintendo Switch Tobin brought along. All in all it was pretty fun night but I could help but still worry and wonder about Y/N. I noticed that while she was having a lot of fun, she was also spending a significant amount of time looking at her phone, sometimes she would get this really big cheesy grin on her face and other times she would look slightly worried or anxious, it was slightly confusing and I could tell Ali and Ashlyn had caught onto it too.

Things took a turn however when Lindsey noticed Y/N lost in her phone and she snatched it out of her hand. 

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Who are you talking to that’s more important than us?”

“No one. Just give me back my phone.”

“No, don’t think I will.” She said while laughing, getting up to run away.

“Lindsey! Give it back!”

Y/N got up and jumped on her back trying to wrestle it out of her hands. At first we thought it was funny but when we saw that Y/N was actually upset we started to try to get them to break it up.

“Guys, stop it!”

“Then tell Lindsey to give me back my phone!”

“I just wanna know who you’re talking to!”

“None of your fucking business Horan!”

Becky, myself, Julie and Tobin all stood in between them as Alex, Christen, Mal and Rose pulled Y/N away and Crystal, Emily, Jessica, and Megan did the same for Lindsey. Everyone else just stood and waited.

“Everyone needs to settle down. Now.” Carli said leaving no room for anyone to argue.

“Okay but she fucking- ”

“Hey watch your mouth.” Alex chided 

“No! She took my phone and I want it back.”

“Y/N, calm down. Take a deep breath.” Christen said

She and the others were still holding Y/N back, Alex had a firm grip on her waist so she couldn’t go anywhere and everyone else stood in front of her, trying to block her from seeing Lindsey. Jessica and that group were doing the same on the other side of the room.

“Lindsey, give her back her phone.” I said sternly

“Why? You were the one who told us about her weird phone call and you know she’s been being weird and secretive all day.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked

“Oh, so you weren’t having some super secret phone call earlier with someone?”

“I mean… I wouldn’t say it was “super secretive.” How much of that did you hear Lys?”

“Just the part where you said you “can’t tell the team.” And that we’d “Freak out and get all protective.”

A look of realization took over her face and she slowly pushed her way out of Alex’s grip and passed the group of people to get to Lindsey.

“Please give me my phone. I’ll tell you guys the truth.” She said

Lindsey complied and when Y/N had her phone again she took a deep breath and said 

“Okay now before I go any further I want you all to know that I am okay and nothing bad is going on. I promise. I also would appreciate if you waited to ask you questions until after I’m finished talking.”

We all nodded in agreement and she began ti tell us what that phone call was really about.

“Okay, I have a girlfriend. Now you guys didn’t know about it because I hid it from everyone except my really close friend back home and some of my cousins. We’ve been dating for the past year and I said I couldn’t tell you guys because I know you’ll go crazy and want to have the talk with her.”

There was a beat of silence before Kelley was the first to speak.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I have a girlfriend.” she repeated

“Our baby has a girlfriend! Holy shit!”

After her outburst several other people began talking over each other.

“No way! Dude what the heck?”

“How did you guys meet?”

“Did you ever plan to tell us?!”

“Can we see pictures?”

Y/N PRO//

“Okay, Okay! Guys, take it easy. Let her breath.” Alex said coming up to hug me from behind.

“To answer you questions, Yes it’s true. We meet at one of my school soccer games, yes I was planning to tell you eventually and yes you can see pictures.”

“You know, you don’t have to let us in on your relationship just yet. If you’re not ready that’s okay.” Ashyln said

“No, it’s okay. I was talking to my girlfriend today and she was wanting me to finally tell you guys and I knew she was right but I wasn’t sure how and I was nervous because of that. But I’m okay now.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

I ended up telling them everything from the day we met, to how long it took for us to start dating, who kissed who first and everything in between. I felt relieved that they now knew about my relationship and was glad not to have to hide it anymore.

“Can we get a name?” Sonnett asked

“Yeah, who is this lucky lady?” Mal joined in, everyone else following

“Her name is Y/GF/N.”

“Oooo. I love her already.” Julie said giggling.

“The real important question is... how is she in bed?”

“Okay, nope! absolutely not!” Ali said slapping Sonnett upside the head

“What?! Curious minds would like to know.”

“For both your guy’s sake, you better tell me you aren’t having sex yet.” Alex said sternly

I was beet red now and the younger players were laughing at me and teasing me while the older ones looked ready to kill.

“No, no we haven’t had sex.”

Several of them let out big sighs of relief while the others looked disappointed.

“Well, when you do, I want an in detail account of everything.” Sonnet said, dodging another head slap, this time from Julie

“Emily!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is, she’s far too young for that.” Alex said pulling me into her and covering my head

“I’m turning 18 next month!” I said indignantly

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still a baby.”

“Well once she’s 18 she’s, technically...”

“No.” All the veterans of the team said at the same time.

“Sorry kid, guess you’ll be a virgin for your whole life.”

“Damn right she will.” Julie said.

“Guyssss” I whined.

“Aw, we’re only kidding kiddo. You’ll only have to a virgin until you’re 30.” Ali said laughing when I pouted at her.

We decided to send a group selfie to her to tell her that the team knew and the text I sent along with it read “Surprise! You have 22 “moms” and sisters dying to meet you! They love you already!”

She responded quickly by saying

“I’ll prepare myself for the talk then haha. Tell them I can’t wait and I hope we meet soon! I love you!”

I spent the rest of the night showing the girls our best (and worst) pictures together, silly videos we took and just overall gushing about my lady. I was a little worried they would ambush her when they met her in person but I also knew that they were all super happy for me and excited to meet the girl I love.

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Sorry for any mistakes, mostly unedited.

-N

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