#except with everything off her stomach opens to reveal a cute little ice cream cone in offering to gregory who draws closer and closer

[uglyshirtsinc]

So thing I realized while giving random ideas to Knox is that the Glamrock animatronics and the Funtime animatronics look similar in build and design, obviously not identical but they have inspiration from them. Same with the criminal/security database the Glamrocks have, most likely from the Toys.

But the real kicker? If they were built using the same blueprints, it makes so much more sense why Freddy has a hatch big enough to fit children. The Glamrock animatronics were built for protection and fun, but the Funtime animatronics were made for capture and killing. On blueprints we can see that Funtime Freddy has spot in his stomach large enough to fit a curled up child, but you can't just list "Child holder" on blueprints, so most likely when being built they were intended for cakes and pinatas and such.

That's why Gregory fits in his stomach, it's big enough to hold a child because the original design feature was made TO hold childrens bodies. They just simply didn't realize the true intention of a seemingly harmless feature.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator #monty gator #fnaf baby #funtime freddy #funtime foxy #fnaf gregory #DONT WE LOVE REALIZING SHIT???? #its a cute little theory #funny was that the topic that birthed this realization was like Gregory stumbling upon a seemingly shut off Baby in parts in service #except with everything off her stomach opens to reveal a cute little ice cream cone in offering to gregory who draws closer and closer #reaching his hands out but before he can grab it Freddy enters just in the nick of time and steals Gregorys attention #sending a confused an alarmed look at the meant to be completely shut off robot and telling Gregory that the ice cream is probably old #and they can get some in the food court #and indirectly saving gregory from the same fate as dozens of other children

[quxntumvandyne]

ferris // peter parker oneshot

words: 2.3k 

warnings: little bit of anxiety and all fluff of course

summary: After a long day at the beach, you decided you would go to Coney Island together and it was Peter’s first time on a ferris wheel. Of course he didn’t tell you that it was until you got stuck at the top, and he didn’t trust carnival rides very much.

a/n: another one shot, who guessed it?? i’m a predictable bitch but it’s been a minute since I’ve done a peter parker one-shot. I’m finally starting to write without people coming up with ideas for me and that’s exciting so more coming soon! I’ll be posting one or two one-shots a week so get ready! love to all, lena

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Walking down the beach, you felt sand kick up into your sandals and on your calves, knowing it would wash off as soon as you hit the water. It was one of the busiest days of the year at Coney Island and the entire beach was covered in a sea of people and colored umbrellas, shading from the sun and the waves.

You never understood why people went to the beach and didn’t swim, but thankfully your best friend Peter was not one of those people.

These days it was hard to find a day that you could spend together since he was always off working on his Stark Internship. It was difficult to spend as much time together as you used to because of the internship but now every moment that was spent together was treasured.

“Come on Peter! You’re so slow!” you yelled back at him, who was carrying two chairs and pulling an entire wheelbarrow full of crap that you insist on bringing with you.

He groaned and tried to catch up but you threw your towel on the sand, exposing your body to the hot sun. Peter stopped suddenly, watching you run past people straight into the water with your hair all over the place and only leaving footprints behind.

Neither of you were aware of the undeniable feelings you had for one another, with all of your friends already being able to tell. They had tried to convince you but neither of you could ever imagine it happening. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship, especially not by revealing your feelings.

Peter snapped back to reality after watching you disappear into the crowd in the water and quickly set everything up to join you in the water.

“Look out!” he said, running down to the water but face planting right into the next wave, causing you to laugh hysterically for longer than Peter would’ve liked.

“It wasn’t that funny.”

“Yes, it was,” you replied, shoving him and making him laugh too.

“Okay, yeah it was.”

You both swim in the bay for hours together, both having pruney fingers and toes once you get out and a few shades tanner but both your faces were slightly burnt. You walked together back to your stuff, your skin gleaming in your red two-piece swimsuit with high waisted bottoms. You would like to think you looked like a Disney Princess walking back to get your towel but you knew you looked like a hot mess.

“Do we have to go?”

“Aunt May said she wanted me home by five and I’m sure your dad wants you home soon too. We’ve been here for like four hours.”

“Why do you always have to be the good child?”

“Oh trust me, I am not a good child, just ask May. I get into trouble all the time.”

“Why?”

He hesitated before saying, “Stark Internship takes a lot of time and um, I get home late sometimes, that’s all.” He looked at your pile of stuff under your umbrella and took off, this time leaving you in the sand trying to catch up.

You could tell he was hiding something but Peter could be stubborn so you just brushed it off.

Peter looked like something out of Baywatch, running in front of you to get his towel and shake the water out of his hair, his swim trunks completely soaked.

It wasn’t until recently that you noticed your feelings for Peter when you just couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him. The way his hair moved when he turns to you, the way he talks so fast with his strong Queens accent when he’s excited about something or how never fails to stand up for you at any cost. He truly was your best friend but you didn’t want to show your feelings for him so you always just kept it hidden.

You walk beside him and grab your towel, drying your body and hair before wrapping it around your shoulders and grabbing the chairs while Peter got the wheelbarrow.

You walked together to your car, piling stuff into your Jeep and blasted “Youth” by Troye Sivan, as you and Peter screamed at the top of your lungs driving down the street.

You were coming up on your favorite ice cream place that Peter might as well have taken the wheel himself and driven there because he wouldn’t stop talking about. He jumped out of the car and opened your door, oddly romantic, but appreciated by you. You jumped out of the car and locked it, turning around to see Peter’s face right in front of yours, immediately being able to smell the salt water still trapped in his hair.

Your cheeks turned pink as you stared into his coffee-colored eyes and he stared right back into yours, and Peter was about to reach out and grab your hand but not before you set off your car alarm.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

You scrambled to get it to stop, Peter doubled over laughing at your now cherry red face, embarrassed from all the people staring.

You managed to get it to turn off and you turned around to find Peter on the ground, crying from laughter and you glaring at him.

“Not funny,” you said now smiling at him, helping him up from the ground.  

“That so makes up for my face plant earlier,” he said, still wheezing.

“Not in the slightest,” you replied now laughing with him.

You walked in and stood in line behind a husband and wife who let you go in front of them while you decided. You could hear them talking about the two of you while you and Peter chose flavors to eat.

“They are so cute, hon look,” said the older woman.

You immediately blushed knowing that she was referring to you and Peter as a couple. You looked over at Peter who was staring at you, and frantically looked away when you noticed he was. It only made you blush harder and the couple behind you looked on.

The husband said, “Young love,” only making you blush harder if that’s possible.

“Are you ready?” said the young man behind the counter, to which you and Peter quickly replied “Yes!” in unison.

After you left with your strawberry ice cream in a cup and Peter’s chocolate in a cone, you sat at a table outside and ate your ice cream in awkward silence, obviously avoiding the scene the happened inside. You looked over at Peter who was completely focused on his ice cream not melting, causing him to have chocolate ice cream all over his face.

Has he even eaten any of it? you thought to yourself, quietly laughing at him.

He looks over at you, pausing and wondering why you’re laughing.

“What?”

“Your face.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“I got it,” you said, getting a napkin and wiping his face. You have to scoot closer to him to reach his face, putting your legs on either side of the bench and grabbing his face to turn it away from his ice cream.

As you wipe the ice cream off his cheeks he stares at you with flushed, not sure how to react about the small space between your bodies. You don’t notice until you start to wipe off his lips and stare back at him, that he was staring at you. You let your hand stop wiping and your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up into his eyes.

Peter puts his hand on yours, the one that was still on his face and intertwined his fingers with yours. You looked at the hand and back at him. He was smiling at you now, and you smiled back, but nothing more could happen before Peter’s phone started to ring. It was from Aunt May.

“Shit,” he said, picking it up immediately and unlocking his hand from yours. Your fingers were tingling and your stomach was doing backflips, only thinking about what your friends had told you.

He is literally in love with you, Y/N.

How can you not see it?

You’re both crazy about one another.

“Were they right?” you thought you said to yourself but actually out loud.

“Right about what?” Peter said, coming back to the table.

You shook your head, “Nothing. What did May want?”

“She said we can stay out until 10 tonight, her and Happy are going on a date now so we can do whatever we want.”

You both smiled at each other, knowing exactly what you both wanted to do.

“Coney Island.”

. . . . .

“I cannot believe you like cotton candy.”

“I can’t believe you don’t like cotton candy, weirdo.”

“I’m not the weirdo in this friendship.”

“You always have been.”

You shove Peter while you snack on your cotton candy while he drinks a slushie, just after getting off the tilt-a-whirl. Peter always seemed nervous to get on a ride but always talked about how much fun he had after getting off. Strange, but you never really discussed it.

“Is there anything we haven’t done?”

“Yes, the one thing I’ve been telling you I want to do the entire time,” you complained to him.

He sighed, “I told you Y/N/N, I’m not going on the ferris wheel. I don’t trust them.”

“But you trust a tilt-a-whirl?”

“No, but I will go on anything you want to just to make you happy. Except for that ferris wheel.”

You stopped. “Wait, you only go on them for me? Why?”

He looked back at you, “Because I like seeing you happy.”

You smiled at him, “You’re insane.”

“What? I can’t do nice things for the people I care about?”

“Well, there is one thing.”

“No.”

“PETER PLEASE!!!” you shrieked, now getting the attention of people around you. You started to dance around him and sing the word ‘please’ at the top of your lungs before he finally gave in.

“FINE!”

“Really?” you asked, hoping he wasn’t bluffing.

He sighed again and sipped his slushie after saying yes. “But only one time and never again.”

“Deal. You’re the best,” and without thinking about it, you kiss Peter’s cheek and grab his hand, heading straight for the ferris wheel, not seeing Peter drop his slushie and hold his cheek right where you kissed it.

. . . . .

It was finally your turn to get on the ferris wheel and you were the last two in line for the night so you got your own cart to watch the sun go down. You look over at Peter who swallowed his nerves, stepping in the cart and sitting down, fingers intertwined and clenched so hard they were white.

“Hey Y/N?” he said, sounding scared.

“Yes?”

“Can you sit next to me?”

You looked at him while getting on and saw just how scared he was. “Yeah, sure. Peter, we don't-”

“No, I’m doing this,” he said not sounding very confident in his statement but when Peter wanted something, he was usually pretty stubborn about it.

“Okay. It’ll be okay.” The bar closed and you were locked in for the short ride; or what you thought would be a short ride.

The ferris wheel then started to move and Peter instinctively grabbed the hand that was on your knee and once again entangled his fingers into yours. You look over at him as he notices what he did and starts to remove them but you hold on tighter.

“It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

You smile at him, feeling confident. “Yeah, actually.”

He smiles back at you as you approach the top of the ferris wheel and suddenly right when you reach the top, everything stops and you hear a voice come over a speaker from down below.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some technical difficulties but we should have you down in about 15 minutes, we are sorry about the delay.”

Groans came from everyone on the ferris wheel but when you looked at Peter, he looked like he was going to throw up.

“Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Could be better.”

You sat face to face with him, crossing your legs in criss-cross applesauce position on the sit and forcing him to look at you.

“Just look at me, everything will be fine okay?”

“Since when are you the rational one?” he joked.

“Since you need me to be,” you said, squeezing his hand gently. You could almost feel his body get less tense the more you talked and distracted him from the fact that you were stuck 150 feet in the air.

You scooted over to sit right next to him and put your head on his shoulder, to which he leaned his head on you.

“The sunset is so beautiful tonight,” you said, looking at the sky painted in orange, pink and purple.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

It took you a minute to realize what he said, everything now rushing back to you about you both having feelings for each other.

“Wait, what?”

He looked at you and said, “We are both really oblivious aren’t we?”

You know knew that he could see it too and this was really happening. “Yeah, we are.”

Staring back into his eyes was now different, only being able to tell how beautiful they were and how intently he was staring into yours. There were multiple times today where something almost happened but didn’t and now, you both finally were in that moment.

Peter leaned forward and held your face in his hands, attaching his lips to yours and you could’ve sworn your heart exploded right then and there.

It was an awkward kiss but both of your first, meaning that you would remember it forever. You were frozen for a second before kissing him back, and once you pulled away, the ferris wheel began to move again, causing a loud cheer from everyone in a cart except the two of you. You were both too distracted with one another to even notice it, with Peter’s hand still on your face. He leaned up to kiss your forehead and you smiled harder than you ever had.

“Peter?”

“Yes, Y/N/N?”

“Aren’t you glad I made you get on the ferris wheel now?”

He laughed and said, “Shut up, weirdo.”

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