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911lonestar911imagines · 5 days

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Drunken night - Eddie Diaz x Reader Smut

Summary: After a drunken night it leads to multiple one night stands with Edmundo Diaz, after he goes on a date you both realize what really matters

warnings: PURE FILTH THIS IS DIRRRRRRTY SMUT

The first time you and Eddie Diaz ended up in bed together was truly a drunken mistake, you were Evan's twin and at first if Eddie was sober, he would've never even looked in your direction, but after that one night, you became like his drug, he'd purposely come over to your and your brothers apartment to 'help' with things, which would always in end with you two having sex somewhere in your apartment.

Tonight you were sure your guys' fun was ending, Eddie was on a date his Tia had set up for him, and you were lucky enough to be a babysitter for Chris. Unknown to you, Eddie wasn't planning on dating anybody except for y/n Buckley, and his plan to have you as a sitter? an excuse to have you over. As you laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, Chris being asleep for at least the last two hours, since Eddie left. As you felt yourself start to zone out, you jumped up, ready to swing the bat that was tucked under your crush's couch for safety. "You're gonna beat a man who's coming home?" Eddie gasped playfully, walking closer to the couch, frowning as you rolled your eyes plopping back down resuming your staring contest with the ceiling tiles.

"Hey, Amor..." He whispered teasingly leaning closer to you over the back of the couch "What's troubling you?" Eddie finally asked sitting down next to your legs. "How'd your date go?" You asked, not meaning to sound so cold towards him, but you cringed at the thought of another woman grabbing Eddie like you did. Eddie laughed softly resting a hand on your thigh slowly moving to hover over you, so you weren't able to avoid eye contact. Moving his arm to hold himself up from the arm rest, and using his other hand to hold your jaw straight to look at him. "You wanna know how it went, amor?" He whispered raising his eyebrows "We went to dinner, and the entire time I sat in that chair, I thought about how badly I wanted to get home to you" He whispered kissing down your neck making your entire body shudder in excitement "These last couple of weeks, mi amor" He continued, not stopping his trail of kisses towards the neckline of your shirt, which was actually his. "All I could think about was you. Wanting you here, I can see you everytime I got home, not sneaking around" He whispered before kissing you deeply, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he bit your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he let his free hand roam your body, taking in every inch.

Eddie took you by surprise as he easily lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours "I love you" He whispered against your lips before dropping you onto his mattress, your legs still linked around his waist "I love you too" You whispered back, grabbing the sides of his jacket pulling him closer, taking your turn to kiss his jawline slowly "I've missed my Edmundo" You whispered tracing your hands up and down his chest as you left hickeys down his neck, smirking as you felt his manly demeanor falter, his knees buckling under him "Fuck, mi amor" He grunted grabbing the back of your neck, hovering over you again as he kissed you deeply, grinding against you. You bit down on his bottom lip trying to muffle your moan the best you could "E-Eddi-" You were cut off by him pulling away making intense eye contact with you, you felt nervous under his gaze, he looked almost dangerous.

"I've got you, mi princesa" He whispered softly, before pulling his shirt off of you, kissing down your chest, growling against your skin as you tightened your legs around him, grinding against the obvious bulge in his jeans. Grunting, Eddie undid his belt, tossing it to the side as he shoved his jeans down, stroking himself a few times, as he watched you squirm impatiently "te tengo princesa" He whispered as he pulled off your night pants, followed by your underwear. Eddie bit his lip hard, he couldn't help it, the way you looked so desperate laying on his bed, under him because you were his woman, and somehow you managed to make desperate look knee buckling hot.

You growled, growing impatient with him, you pulled him closer, squealing quietly as he pushed into you, you could feel yourself screeching around his size. "Lord help me" He panted as he leaned on his elbows, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his chest softly, leaving deep hickeys where you could. Eddie panted leaning his head down to look at you before starting to thrust his hips, you gasped digging your nails into his back, that just fueled him more, almost fucking you so hard the bedpost would occasionally hit the wall. "Fucking hell, Eddie, what's gotten into you?" You panted between moans, you guys had fucked, but he was never like this "You. All I fucking think about is you, anywhere I look. You've fucking ruined me" He panted as his thrusts never faulted, you were so worked up, you could barely hear him, moaning into his hand as he kept it there to keep you quiet. "I can't think of anything without remembering how you sounded cumming for me for the first time" He whispered in your ear, you whined loudly trying to pull him closer to you, wanting to feel him deeper, faster, harder.

"What, mi amor? Is this not enough?" He asked teasingly, resting his hands on your hips, turning you onto your hands and knees before fucking you again, this time at alot faster pace. "H-Harder, please Eddie" You begged tugging his hair, this triggered something in Eddie, his thrusts became a lot rougher, but never slowing in speed. You felt like you were going to explode, only being able to repeat Eddie's name like it was a prayer. You could feel Eddie's hip stutter for a moment, his knuckles tightening as his hold on the sheets and your wrists as you felt him cum, feeling the warmth flow inside of you. You moaned his name loudly as his thrusts returned back to his original speed, your legs quickly closed around his waist, you entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. Eddie grunted, releasing your wrists as he kissed you deeply "That's it, baby, you can do it" He whispered against your lips, you whined loudly, overstimulated your legs tried to close to give yourself a break, but Eddie wasn't stopping, you two had an agreement, tap out (Saying stop, no more, etc) or knock out (Fuck till you can't take it anymore).

He lifted you back into his arms, letting you lean against his bedroom wall as he continued sliding in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back against the wall "Fuck, you look so fucking hot taking all of me like that, baby" He panted holding your throat gently, just tight enough to apply pressure "E-Eddie! I-I can't-" You stuttered pushing your hand between the both of you, your legs were shaking so bad from overstimulation, you didn't think you'd ever walk again, the knot in your stomach was almost painful, but Eddie's dick continued to brush against your cervix walls, you could feel his cum start to smear against your inner thighs. "Yes you can, you're my girl, you can take it, you know your words" Eddie grunted, bottoming out inside of you before rolling his hips, you dug your nails into his back again, your body shaking and spasming as your 3rd orgasm ripped through you almost painfully, but honestly? the pain just made you twice as wet.

You bit your lip, tears brimming your eyes from overstimulation as Eddie slowed his thrusts, but didn't quite stop "Fuck I'm almost there Mi amor, please baby" He begged, you could tell by his face he wanted to cum bad, so you slowly pulled him out of you, much to his disliking "Please, please baby, just need to cum, please baby" He begged, basically on his knees, taking to opportunity to lick a bold strip right across your clit, you almost fell to the floor as you moaned loudly "get up" you demanded, Eddie slowly stood to his feet as you slowly sat on your knees "you dont- Oh!" Eddie moaned out in shock as you immediately took his cock down your throat, his hand found it's way to the back of your head, guiding your head up and down as you swallowed around him. It wasn't long before you felt the warm substance starting to run down your throat. Looking up Eddie was laid flat on the bed, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath, as you slowly and shakily stood up, Eddie's hand was quick to gently tug you down onto the bed with him, pulling you close to his bare chest.

"You really love me?.." You asked after a moment, breaking the comforting sounds of Eddie's humming, his hand still running through your hair, trying to get any tangles out "I do, mi amor, more than anything in this world, other than my son, nobody can top him" Eddie whispered before chuckling "I really love you then too..and agreed, I love Christopher more too, he's a great kid" You smiled, resting your hand over the tattoo the wrapped around his forearm. "I'm really glad we got drunk that night.." He whispered pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you leaned closer into his touch as he continued humming quietly, Eddie adored you, no matter how messy your hair, or rough you look, he could never find a flaw, you were perfect in his eyes in every possible way.

Now only thing left is to find a way to tell your brother and Eddie's best friend.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz smut #evan buckley #bobby nash #maddie buckley #howard han #chimney han #christopher diaz #edmundo diaz #edmundo eddie diaz #edmundo diaz x reader

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deltaromeo3 · 10 months

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ᴍᴇɪɴ ꜱᴄʜᴀᴛᴢ ⋆ Mick Schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x teammate!reader

summary: “we don’t meet people by accident, they cross our paths for a reason.”

warnings: this is a long one! google translated german…💀

✮ mein leibe - my love

✮ mein schatz - my treasure

✮ mein podiumssiter - my podium sitter

シ A/N: just a little something for the Mick girlies🫶🏼 ps. lets just pretend that Mick isnt a reserve driver!!!! also lets just pretend 2019 was 2 years back LOL.

It all started two years back, when you had just transferred from Alpha Tauri to Mercedes, but Covid suddenly hit.

Video conferences were a thing and Mercedes was holding a team meeting online. Everyone was required to join.

This was a regular thing and often times they would just go over talks about where the team will be moving forward and so on so you didn’t really pay that much attention.

Suddenly, your phone dings. It was from an unknown number but you knew it was from Mick because the text read,

“Do you understand what Toto is talking about?”

You quickly saved his number before replying to his text, not realising a smile has made its way to your face. It’s unexpected really, you weren’t really close to Mick. He’s much closer to Jack and Sebastian.

“Not at all. I’m not listening. Are you?”

You looked up at your laptop screen, realising Mick was smiling to himself.

“That makes two of us then.”

Little did you know, this was the start of something bigger.

★★★

From then on, the two of you just grew closer and closer. He would bring you around on his bike.

You remembered how you didn’t have a helmet so you had to use his spare race helmet. But when your birthday came, Mick had gifted you your own even though you didn’t ask for one. You were happy nonetheless because it meant more rides around with him.

The two of you were always caught on camera always together, like that time in Singapore when it was raining. The camera caught Mick rubbing your sides so that you would warm up. They even caught Mick hugging you from the back whilst you were talking to Toto. You remembered this day clearly because you managed to clinch a Mercedes 1-2 with Mick by your side.

It was like the two of you were joined at the hip, everywhere he went, you were there and vice versa. Even during the drivers briefing, he would sit next to you even when there were plenty of empty seats all around.

And when you won your first podium, Mick was there, cheering you on the loudest.

After you came down from the stage, he immediately engulfed you in a hug, congratulating you, not even caring that you were sticky from the champagne.

Of course, not far behind were his mom and his sister, who were already walking towards you with open arms, ready to congratulate you.

“Liebling, darling, now you have no excuses not to come for dinner. Come, let’s celebrate your win!”

You looked over to Mick, he was smiling at you with his gleaming green eyes, hopeful that you would accept his mother’s offer.

“Cmon y/n!” Gina says.

“Okay okay, ich komme! I’ll come!”

She goes wide eyed, “You can speak german?”

You laughed at her reaction, “A little.” You pursed two fingers together. “Mick is teaching me, I’m still learning!”

She looks over to Mick, whispering something to him.

Mick chuckles, “Ich weiss. Ich werde versuchen Mama,” was all you heard. But that didn’t do you much good did it? I know… something-something… Mama.

Good god this was definitely a sign for you to take up German so you can understand the gossip between Mick and his mom better.

You looked at Gina, hoping she would translate it to you.

“Don’t look at me! I’ve no idea what she said to Mick,”

You smacked her arm, “You’re lying!”

She laughs.

★★★

Of course, everyone had their suspicions, but nobody spoke up and you didn’t think anything of it. Not until Jack came up to you.

Mick had invited you to come surf with him and Jack. You had always wanted to try surfing so you tagged along.

You were new to this so you really had no idea what you were doing, but lucky for you, Mick was there to teach you the ropes. After multiple attempts, you managed to ride a wave.

“That’s it! You got it mein schatz!”

After tiredly trying to surf, you decided to take a break, now seated down when Jack came and joined you. Mick was still busy chasing waves.

“Y/N,” He says as he sat down beside you.

“Jack,” You replied.

“He’s good, you know.”

“What, at surfing? Yeah you got that right.”

Jack shakes his head as he laughs to himself.

“No, not that you idiot!” He smacks his forehead. “I meant, he’s good for you. And you’re good for him, y’know?”

“Thanks…? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, quickly walking off after he sips his drink.

You didn’t think much of it, brushing his comment off because deep down you knew Mick didn’t like you like that.

★★★

ABU DHABI

It was finally the end of the season. Last race down, and now you were on your way to spend Christmas with the Schumachers.

Initially, Mick asked where you were gonna be this Christmas and you replied with “at home.”

and he thought home was with your family, but after your Dad passed, home was your flat in Monaco.

He was appalled that you were gonna spend your Christmas, all alone in a flat with no Christmas tree and decorations.

“Mein schatz, how about you come spend Christmas with me instead?”

You stopped packing your stuff, “That’s so sweet of you Mick, but I can’t do that. I don’t wanna trouble you and your family,”

He gasps, “Der unsinn! nonsense! Mama and Gina would be more then happy to have you around! In fact, they asked if you were coming.”

You smiled, “Really? If it’s no bother to y-“

He interjects by placing a finger on your lips. “Pack what you need. I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

You nodded in response but quickly panicked, “Oh my God Mick! I don’t have gifts for them!”

He laughs, “Don’t worry mein schatz. Those are not important,”

And so here you are, in Switzerland, en route to the Schumacher residence. Gina was driving the car while Mick was asleep behind at the passenger seat. You were seated in front, beside Gina.

“I’m so happy you decided to join us. Mama has been talking non-stop about your arrival!”

You smiled at her remark.

“I really didn’t want to trouble your family, but Mick insisted I come when he heard I was gonna spend Christmas alone,”

Gina chuckles, “I think my brother has taken a liking to you, don’t you think?” She turns to look at you for a second before quickly looking back at the road.

“Yeah you’re not the first to say that…”

★★★

After you insist you help to clean up dinner because that’s the least you could do, you excused yourself, making your way to the balcony where it overlooked the huge backyard. Not to mention, the stars were particularly bright that night.

You leaned over the railing, looking at the scenery upon you, taking it all in, realising this is probably one of the best (if not the best) Christmas’ you’ve ever had. Your eyes welled with tears, extremely grateful to have spent Christmas with Mick and his family and not alone, sipping your sorrows away on a glass of wine.

You were so engrossed in your own feelings you didn’t even realise Mick was standing in the doorway.

“You okay mein schatz?” He asks as he walks over to you, hugging you from the back as he places his head on the crook of your neck.

You quickly wiped your tears, “I’m good. Just happy. Thank you Mick,”

He smiles, “Don’t worry about it. We’re happy to have you here.”

He lets go of the hug, walking off but he quickly returns with a mug.

“Here,” He says, passing you the mug. “Mama made hot chocolate,” You took a sip, moaning because it was delicious and it was just what you needed.

He suddenly giggles when he looks at you.

“What’s so funny?” You start to giggle when you heard him giggle.

“Y-you have a lil’ s-something,” He says mid laughter, pointing to your upper lip.

“Oh here?” You said as you touched your upper lip. “You’ve got a little something too!” You said as you point at his upper lip.

The both of you laugh, realising that you each had a foam moustache.

“Come here,” Mick gestures and you leaned forward. He swipes his thumb over your upper lip, wiping the foam away, afterwards sucking it clean off his thumb.

“There, no more moustache.” He smiles.

Flustered at his sudden action, “W-what about you?” You asked, trying to play it cool. He quickly licks it clean.

“You’re so silly Mick,” You smiled at his antics.

“Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know,”

Unbeknownst to you, Corinna and Gina caught this little moment.

“Glaubst du, dass Micki sie mag? Do you think Micki likes her?” Gina whispers to her mother.

“Mag sie? Dein Bruder ist verliebt. Likes her? Your brother is in love.” Corinna whispers to Gina.

Gina lets out a soft chuckle, “Glaubst du, sie weib es? Do you think she knows?”

Corinna chuckles, “Ich glaube nicht, dass sie es wissen. I don’t think they know.”

“Sollten wir etwas dagegen tun? should we do something about it?”

Corinna shakes her head.

★★★

Now back home in Monaco, you were unpacking your luggage when you suddenly spot a paper bag you’ve not seen before.

Curious, you took it out, opening it to reveal the contents inside.

There were a pair of white Chanel fluffy slides (you took a liking to them after seeing Gina wearing a black pair), a framed photo and a small square box.

It was a photo of a 1-2 podium of you and Mick back in Singapore. There was writing on the glass, “To many more wins with you, mein podiumssitter! :)”

You smiled, proceeding to open the small square box, only to realise it was a necklace of the Circuit de Monaco, your favourite track, and also where you got your first podium.

You shook the bag just to make sure there was nothing else inside but to your surprise, an envelope came dropping out.

It was a letter from Mick.

“I remember the day we met. You always think it’s on that conference call but you were wrong!

It was on that day when we had to do the pre season shoot. I remember I had no one else to talk to that day other than Toto, but as soon as you waved at me, I knew that we would be the best of friends. Never would I have thought that I’d be here… writing you this.

We have been friends for some time now; and not one day has gone by without me thinking of you. And when I do, the biggest smile comes across my face. I feel warm all over whenever i’m with you.

I thought this would pass, but when you came over and spent Christmas with my family I knew that this wasn’t something temporary.

You mean so much to me. I don’t know how to tell you face to face so I am going to put my feelings into words on a paper.

Mein schatz, ich habe mich schon vor so langer zeit in dich verliebt, und obwohl ich nicht weib, was du für mich fühlst, könnte ich keinen weiteren tag verstreichen lassen, ohne dir zu sagen, was ich empfinde.

(My treasure, I fell in love with you so long ago and while I don't know how you feel about me, I couldn't go another day without telling you how I feel.)

Lots of love, Mick.”

You jaw was now on the floor. This is unreal, absolutely unreal.

You quickly took your phone, clicking his contact, calling him up.

The line rings, and rings, and finally,

“Schatz,” Mick says, in a sleepy voice.

“Mick,” Your voice cracks.

“Schatz? Ist alles in Ordnung? is everything okay?” You hear ruffling on his side.

“Mick, Ich… habe mich… auch in… dich verliebt. I fell in love with you too. Did I say that right?” You struggled your way through the sentence, stuttering like an idiot.

Mick lets out a soft chuckle, afterwards the line goes silent. “Wait, you feel the same?”

“Yes silly! That is why I’m calling you!”

You heard whoops and cheers from him. He quickly clears his throat, “I’m glad I listened to Mama,”

“Why?”

“Remember she whispered something to me? That day when you got podium in Monaco?”

“Yeah?”

“She said ‘sie ist ein guter Mick, ich mag sie. Behalte sie, ja?’ Which means, she’s good Mick. I like her. Keep her will you?” He chuckles as he recalls back to that day.

You let out a soft chuckle, “Gosh I should really start learning German so I can better understand the gossip happening around me,”

Mick laughs, “Meine leibe, as long as youre with me you don’t have to worry about that,”

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cod-z · 1 month

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| Ch. 3 | Capture the Spider

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: Slowburn, Inaccuracy, OOC(?), GN!Reader (feminine words such as 'Queen' are used (sorry if I use she/he by accident), Drugged, Guns, Blackmail, sorry if I missed any.

Pairing(s): Poly!141 x Mafia!Reader

| Masterlist | Ch. 2 | Ch. 4 | WC: 5.7k

It’s been who knows how many weeks since you’ve banned the Task Force from your casino, the background noise of chatter travelled through one ear and out the other. The sound being familiar to you, growing up with it when your father brought you to his work when he couldn’t get a sitter, it bore you. Nothing new.

That annoying shadow in your mind, the sinister whispers that raked through your mind, trying so hard to come forward and act on impulse. A demon that you’ve been fighting with ever since you knew what your father worked as, it always constricts your throat, blinds your vision, suffocates your lungs to escape, to make you let it free.

You can feel fury, death, tyranny surrounding this being, and you can feel it within yourself. Somewhere in your own soul you can feel yourself having these thoughts—not from the shadow—festering inside you, to let go and control; every. single. soul.

You could. You can. You won’t.

Acting with such idiocy, lack of control, lack of purpose would end up you 6 ft under. Your calculated moves were endless, always thinking ahead of the competition, always above and first. Hence why you enjoy looking down upon the weak, upon the blind because they don’t know what’s coming and yet, you can sense they know the unknown is clutching their throat. The unknown of command. Your command. Each guard at your disposal, weapons at the ready lurking in shadows ready to be set off, cameras watching every movement and your own eyes cascading through the room.

A hand gently grazes your shoulder, the hand’s familiar grip of your butler makes you turn your head, glancing, at Michael. His hand lifting off your shoulder and returning to the neck of the bottle of your favourite beverage, the glass sitting on a tray on Michael’s other hand - a grin spread across your face.

“Always at the ready, aren’t you, Michael?” You grab the bottle from Michael’s grasp, his arm moving to the front of himself, accommodating the height level so you don’t struggle pouring. “Of course, you are the master of this establishment.”

Michael grabs the bottle from your hands once you reach your fill, hooking the glass in between your ring and middle finger, sloshing the liquid around. A soft hum emits from your throat as you continue to bird watch the people down below, the chatter and laughter still continued on as no one noticed your presence and if they had, they kept quiet amongst themselves.

Though an hour in your eyes sparked at the sight of a special man in the crowd, the same man who caused you your exciting event a couple of weeks ago, the man who brought the Task Force to your doorstep.

You eyed him. The man had a slicked-back, black hair with a streak of grey in the centre, wore an eyepatch on his left eye, wrinkles around his eyes probably deprivation from sleep, he was rather pale in colour, a golden tooth from when he flashed his teeth, and a cigar lit, loosely hanging from his teeth. His attire was no different from the men that gambled in your casino, a normal black suit with a red tie, no badges, no accessories, decor, no originality. A guy who looked like a douchebag. Nothing more and certainly, nothing less.

His eyes caught yours. A deep bronze, you mentally noted. Your eyes didn’t move from him as you both had a glare off, or that’s what you guessed it was till he turned away as he started talking to a bold man.

Your eyes squinted, suspicious of the conversation but lost interest soon after, it wasn’t your business.

Turning around with a drink in hand that has yet to be touched, something or someone has been caught in your peripheral vision. A shadow figure on the roof, passing your windows.

Your brows furrowed as you focused your eyes where you had seen the shadow, the rounded, circular roof had no entry as the chandelier was attached. Though the windows that held the roof were easy access, even then accessing the roof was equally as hard and paperwork would’ve been filed through to you, yet who dares to mock you of your stature?

You. You were the spider. You have the higher grounds.

Who was this person to take it from you? You suppress a growl as you snap your fingers, 5 guards rushing up the stairs to your aid. Their eyes followed your gaze at the strange man that stood in front of one the windows, full body showing but the shadows hid his features. A coward, you thought.

The guards took your silence as the command that they needed, a guard grabbing a key from his uniform before they dashed to fetch their weapon, the figure still standing unfazed by your threat. A brave or foolish mouse, waiting for the chase to begin, however you didn’t dare start the chase as you sent out your minions to do your bidding. Your eyes flicked away from the shadow figure, having reliability with your men to catch that intruder off of your rooftop.

The sound of your heels meeting the metal steps alerted the people that were near, their eyes drawing over your body that was covered by a black and white gradient dress that fall to the floor at the back, the front had a slit on the right, exposing your thigh, the leather garter with a spider emblem squeezing tightly enough to pudge it out.

Both knives are hidden by the colour of your dress and the dress in itself.

Walking down your so-called aisle, you watch as old and new people enter and leave, your eyes trained for people who look out of place. The drink is still in your hand, clutching it close to your body. You weren’t stupid. You knew this is the life that you will lead and to hell if you were going to let yourself be fooled, poisoned by the people that entered your own webs, using your home as their playground. You were too cautious, too wary of the people that you associated with, that’s why this little show of your presence has you on your toes, meeting with the people who supposingly hold the best weapons. Explosives and gunsmiths that the military doesn’t condone.

The demon within smiled deliciously at the thought, being more powerful than the government's dogs would have you at an advantage yet the rational side of you grimaced, the danger that would come along with it, your father’s sacrifice would be for nought if it caused you your demise.

You held your head up high but not high enough for the enemies that lurked to cut your throat.

Eyes were sharp, stoic, shero eyes that pierced through the strongest of men, trained to keep the vault doors of secrecy of your brain behind tight security, guarded by the demon that you grew up with daring and challenging anyone to kill it before it breaks you. Your eyes darted at every movement, noise and glances that followed your figure through the crowd, they knew they couldn’t touch you, not when they’re trapped in your own home where you could easily turn the casino into hell.

An inaudible, dry chuckle left your throat as you watched their power, hungry eyes turn away from you, your heels clacking against the red carpet, designed the ace of spades pattern. Going up the carpet, reading the numbers of the cards along the path till it reached the end, you inhaled sharply.

Number 1. Ace. Your father.

How you despised the Ace of Spades. The representation of strength and authority. What your father had and lost in all of one moment, how he picked it over you and your mother. The glass in your hand slipped onto the floor, breaking it from the impact, the drink sprawling itself onto the carpet, the colours darkening as it absorbed the beverage under your feet. The people around you didn’t dare make a sound but only stared at your form, your head lifting to look forward before walking to the bathroom.

You splashed your face with cold water as you let out exasperated huff, your body quivering from losing your composure in front of many people, the people that you had promised to yourself to never let them see you so weak and vulnerable. A growl ruptures from your throat as you glare at yourself in the mirror, the pure anger and hatred coming upfront from the cell that you locked your emotions in.

Fire. Bright, hot, burning. That was what was showing in your eyes. The memories of the world burning around you when those men entered your house, burning the memories that were shared in that safe place, the place you called home.

Your hands clenching the edge on the edge of the bathroom sink as you take deep breaths in and out as you try to keep calm. Triggered so easily by just looking at the ace of spades. Pathetic, you insult yourself. Though the rage didn’t last long as the sound of the bathroom doors creaked open as another person entered, two of you, alone.

Grabbing one of the knives that hid underneath your dress, you drape your arm around your torso, the knife pressed closely to your arm but hidden, making it seem like you were clutching your stomach.

The sound of heels approaching the bathroom stalls grew closer, your eyes flickering to the stretched mirror to see who this person was with you. Your gaze met ocean waters, the bright contrasting the dark shades of blue, entrancing you as if you were swimming in the waves or you were soaring through the skies during the midnight sky. It made you feel dizzy.

"Don't worry darlin', jus' me," you gave this strange lady a perplexed look with her wording. Though the accent seems strange, almost sounding strained but you brush it off.

You give this lady a forced smile as you watch her enter one of the bathroom stalls, you were wary, that was until you heard the click sound of the latch. You turn to face the mirror as you prepare yourself again to face the public, your breathing regains control as you tuck away your knife back into its place between your legs.

You splash your face with water again to eliminate the remaining heat that coursed through your body, you sigh.

'Just meet up. See what they got and leave.'

Another sigh left your lips, pulling up the front of your dress, adjusting it to your liking, drying your face with one of the fancy towels that was preserved for you.

Once you were done, your heels clicked against the floor as you made your way to the exit, however a strong, firm grasp held you back before you could reach the door. Confused as it was only you and that lady in the bathroom, you glanced at the hand that had a hold on you, following the bulkiness and girth of it to its owner. The lady.

Your back was against the door as she shoved you against it, your figure trapped in between the thick arms of the lady, your heart palpitating - not sure if you should be afraid or aroused.

Your dilemma in your head was cut off short as the lady's voice turned deep and gruff with an accent that you remember hearing. John 'Soap' MacTavish. The sudden realisation snapped you out of your trance, your hands finally moving as you grabbed Soap's arms, trying to pry it off you but to no avail. You huffed as you glared at him, your eyes boring into his.

"Let go of me!"

His grip only tightened around your arm, his strength never diminishing even when you had scratched at them. He only stared at you in silence till the sudden noise of static emitted from his neck.

“Lass, status?”

A new voice that you didn’t recognise echoes through the bathroom walls, your eyes focused on Soap’s neck unable to see the little mic that hid within his ruffles.

“Caught the little Spider, over.”

‘Oh that’s what they’re up to?’ you thought to yourself. They were here to capture you, how sweet of them to think of you when they were banned, plotting to capture you for the small information that they couldn’t get, honestly, you nearly felt pitiful for them. Must’ve taken them weeks for them to put this into action.

In spite of that they had no idea what was going to come.

In quick movements your left hand grabbed one of the knives that settled on your thighs, drawing it out as you cut into Soap’s dress, slicing through the fabric down the middle of his waist, exposing a tiny cut, indented by the knife causing him to hiss at the minor pain he received. His hold on your arm leaves you openings for an attack, however you decide to run for it instead, opening the bathroom door before making a break for it till you reach the middle of the casino, away from your kidnapper.

After years of training your poker face the moment you had entered the centre, you hid your breathing, your flushed look, the beading of your sweat strolling down your face, brushing it off as the heat from the chandelier and the overcrowding. You didn’t relax as you were Eying through the crowd for Soap.

You needed to calm down. Panicking would result in your failure, a failure of perceiving your own life and identity, a mistake that you won’t allow yourself as it has allowed your father.

Taking deep breaths in, you annalise the possible situation.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, a sergeant that’s part of the Task Force is trying to capture you, an obvious fact, guided by a mystery figure behind comms the voice giving out that it wasn’t Laswell, it sounded to masculine to be a women’s voice.

You continue to walk through the crowd, minding your way as you watch each face pass by, waiting for anything or anyone to surprise you. Body stiffened, heart barreling, mind disquieted. You were on edge. Your hands stayed at the side of you, ready to clench onto the knives that you kept, brushing your thighs ever so often that you could feel the daggers that were there for reassurance.

They have a new comms person but why? Laswell was already doing a good job of what she does. Being behind the scene and all, researching for their next mission, being the eyes and ears over communication.

Right.

Assuming he’s similar to Laswell, perhaps he was reinforcement to help capture you? Then again, he could be used for extra muscle? Unlikely. They had enough muscle to capture you. Perhaps he was the brains for this operation?

Before you could answer yourself, you bumped into a dark, bearded, bald man in front of you. “Apologies.” His voice sounded familiar but with everything going on, you couldn’t seem to place a finger on it. You dismissed him as you walked away, heading back to your office, in hopes to reschedule the meeting for another day.

However your body felt heavy with each step that you took, your feet feeling like it was covered with concrete as you neared your office stairs. Your vision starts to disorientate, the casino around you changing into different colours, faces that you recognize morphed and disfigured, contorting into faces of non-beings. Shit, you were drugged. Your mind tries to remember how you let yourself lower your guard like that, then you remember that bald man. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick.

You should’ve remembered those charming, brown, chocolate eyes when he had bumped into you. Your brain finally realising that the man on the roof was Ghost, your guards were distracted, commanded by yourself to chase after him and knowing Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, your men have been captured or killed by now. You mentally growled.

They had outplayed you.

Shit, shit, shit! You screamed in your head as your head turns and twists at the horrifyingly morphed faces, the casino now spinning and flashing emphasising the colours that surrounded you, making you dizzy. Whatever drug they had used on you, it was taking control very quickly and very effectively.

Grabbing onto a chair, you breathed heavily as you tried to focus on getting onto the stairs in front of you. Snarling at the fact you had let this slip past you, pissed you off, you were supposed to be ahead of the game, not three steps behind it. You sigh again as you push yourself off the chair, your figure stumbling towards the staircase, though as the crowd parts - you felt three eyes on you.

You already knew who they were, though you do give them props for being in disguises.

Soap was to your left, still in his womanly attire and the cut you made on his dress was messily stitched up. Ghost was at your right, hints of blood on his cuffs clear indication that your guards were dead or banged up. Gaz was in the centre, the glimmering sight of a small syringe in his hand, confirming that you had been drugged. You cursed underneath your breath.

Everything felt slow when they made the first step towards you, three wolves hunting their injured prey, eyes slitted and ready to pounce. If the crowd were quiet you were pretty sure you could hear them growling, satisfied that they got you where they wanted you, trapping you into a corner between life and death.

Your head throbbed as you tried to think of a way to escape this predicament but it only made it worse, your brain being tampered and unable to think under the pressure, the stress and the substance that flowed in your system. You grimaced. You were vulnerable. Searching around the casino for your guards, they were nowhere to be seen, where the fuck were they!? Scrambling through your mind for a plan as they slowly drew more steps towards you, your breathing quickly pacing. Office. Your office. It was a safe space, only you had access to but if you made a dash for it, it would surely trigger the pack that hunted you. It was your only option.

Not a moment passed before you started to book it up the stairs, your heels clicking hard against the metal, and as you suspected the three chased after your weakened form. You use your shoulder to force the door open, your body falling before you catch yourself, weakly standing up and heading towards your chair.

Your breath hitched.

In your chair, the Captain, the leader of the wolf pack, right leg crossed over his left leg was Captain John-fucking-Price, a smug expression plastered on his face as a cigar nestled in between his lips, his blazer across the armchair and his tie undone.

“Your Majesty,” he bows his head in mockery, his hand going to his heart as the other goes behind his back. You scowled before hearing the door behind you being opened and closed, the sound of the lock clicking behind you.

“I thought I told you and your mutts, that you were banned from my casino?”

“Well love, if only you had cooperated with us, things wouldn’t have escalated.”

His eyes met yours as he relaxed back onto your chair, your eyes detumescenting at the sight. Your fist clenched against your side, your glare hardening the more the men stood in your room, exposed.

You watch this man have the audacity to snuff out his cigar on the exposed wooden part of your wooden chair, the wood turning black ever so slowly from the intense heat. You would’ve lunged at him if the drug didn’t clone him in different areas of your room or the fact that your body felt like it was about to collapse if you dared move from your spot, you were close to turning your insides out right then and there.

“Any last words, bonnie?”

Your mouth moved on its own.

“Michael.”

The silence that spread around the room soon filled with the Scottish and the dark, British man laughing out loud.

“Yer old butler?”

“Good one.”

Their laughter died down as they heard crashing before Ghost grunted in pain, his back colliding with the bookshelf before his front met the floor, the books pummeling him into submission. Their eyes widen at the sight, getting into a fighting stance, Price now standing up as he joins his team ready for the next attack.

A chuckle emits from your dizzied state still facing towards your chair as you swung back and forth, the tired yet crazed eyes that you shot, sent a shiver down their spine. Their eyes trailing to the corner’s shadow, the void that they didn’t think would be a danger since Price had scouted the room beforehand, their body remained stiff, the attack that was to come has yet to appear.

Their eyes skimmed the room and the darkness that lurks within it, the lights going out in an instant.

“What the shit?” Soap exclaims before feeling the hardened knuckles of a fist impacting his right cheek, sending him stumbling backwards and tripping on his own dress, straight into Gaz who was blindly looking around in the dark. Both men grunting as they hit the floor, toppling over one another.

Price hadn’t taken into consideration that the butler would be a problem in their plan, clearly the elder gentlemen was a false act, a lull sense of security for the people that you had interacted with throughout the years, including themselves. Price’s brows furrow in vexation. You’ll never let them know your next moves even at your weakest point.

He huffed. Price needs you out now or they’ll never get a chance like this again, not for a long while now that you know they’re after you.

Throughout his experience in the Task Force, he has dealt with many enemies that could quieten their footsteps, never near enough to Ghost who could make his steps vanish into thin air, even then it was easier to tell when the Lieutenant was near with the shift of air that surrounded him. However this was different, this butler, Michael as he heard you call out, his steps vanish like Ghost’s but his presence felt like it was never there - like a shadow.

A grunt left Price’s lips, his eyes finally adjusting to the void, his eyes quickly landing on your figure that finally gave out near your chair, your body lay unconscious from the temazepam that they gave you, you’d be out for awhile.

He sprints towards your anaesthetised statuette, hoping to get to you before any more issues come across his path as well avoiding your butler if he is yet to be finished with Soap and Gaz. The palm of his hand simply grazes your arm before he feels a hand take hold of his, firm and unyielding. Not even past a heart beat, John felt himself fly across the office and crash onto the coffee table, sending the vase, pens and pencils along with the mug, breaking it underneath him - the shards and pointed tips digging into his body, a wheeze escaping his body. The throbbing sensation in his head finally came to light as he fought his eyes to stay focused on one of the butlers that surrounded him, his head swirling, trying to catch up what was happening.

Price winces as the shards dig deep into his arm as he tries to prop himself up on his elbows but feels the heavy weight of well-crafted heels of English shoes, pressing down on his chest, the weight forcing him back onto the broken pieces on the floor. His eyes trailed the leg to the owner of it, his eyes widening as he saw the gloaming eyes of the butler. A calloused hand reaches out for him, aimed for his neck, the other hand behind the butler’s back, the shadow of a handle behind peaks from his back. Shit. Price was not expecting this is how it would go down.

A blur whizzed by knocking the butler onto the floor, the body rolling before laying flat and still.

Ghost hunched over Price protectively. Relief travelled throughout Price’s body, the end was not yet to come, not now. He felt the other two’s presence surrounded him, more security.

With the helping hand of Soap and Gaz, they helped pull up Price, all four ready to complete this little op, already done with what they needed to do. However the figure that splayed on the floor slowly lifts himself, determined to keep fighting for his owner like a damned dog.

Michael moves in front of you, his body blocking the men that came here to take you away from the safety of your casino. His body wasn’t what it used to be, as time changed him but he was determined to fight by your side till his dying breath and this is what he was going to do, no matter who these bulking figures were, military or not, he’ll protect you till the end of time. That’s what your father would have wanted him to do. Protect his kin against the people who dares try and harm you or take you.

The impact of the fall had hurt his side, the fragility of his body could only take so much and fighting four military men that were at their prime and him, past his own - it wasn’t a fight that he could win on his own.

“Leave.”

In the darkness Michael could see their shoulders tense up, flexing from the sudden sound of his voice, it was raspy, gruff, deep and posh as one would say. He kept his heaving quiet.

“Or else.”

“Or else what? There’s four of us an’ one of ye,” Soap rips off the wig that was covering his mohawk, the glue no longer holding it in place.

Michael knew the Scotsman was right, you were unconscious, the guards gone missing guessing it was the Captain and Skull-face who took care of your men. His brows furrowed as the four men slowly cornered him, stepping back but being wary of your form behind him, never in his life has he been in this situation, you had always made sure you were 3-steps ahead of your enemies and allies - what had gone wrong?

Tied and immobilised. The plan was a success though everything seemed a bit too easy with how things went, how you didn’t fight to stay conscious and letting your butler do the dirty work for you, they weren’t disappointed, no, they were glad the take down was easy but somewhere inside them they wished you fought harder. They questioned how weak you were to take the role as the casino owner, how you played a part in the mafia, you were so fragile, easy to take down. It seemed too off for them, you were a lamb ready for slaughter. It made them wonder what had you done to earn the fear and respect that you held against your allies and the people that work for you, how they were given that fear when they had entered your office, it was bizarre.

The four sat on your leather sofa, their bodies more relaxed after that they had secured you and your butler in the far corner of the room, bound by the ropes that they had Ghost brought with them. The squad had spreaded out on the sofa while Price had taken control of your chair, a show of power as well as comfort for his messed up back, it cradled him nicely as he watches the group talk amongst them, waiting for a good opportunity to leave the casino as the numbers of guests had doubled over the past hour, midnight seemingly to be the most active.

“Why are you still wearin’ that dress?” Gaz chuckles at the Scotsman that is still dressed as female.

“Ye got a problem with it?” Soap raised his brow at Gaz, before strutting into different poses in the attire, the dress straining against his muscles with every pose he made, surprisingly the dress didn’t rip apart at the seam. Gaz laughs at every pose that Soap throws out, the moment too good to miss even if they were on a mission, he grabs out his phone and starts taking pictures and videos of Soap. “This lass could take ye down, Garrick.”

Gaz clenches his stomach with his arm as he lets out a deflating sound erupt from his lungs while tears welled up in his eyes.

Price and Ghost were not that amused by their attics during the mission but it brought a small huff from Ghost as he contained the low chuckle down his throat while Price shook his head, fighting off to join in their silly banter. Ghost stared down through the windows to see if the amount of guests had lessened yet but alas, it hasn’t, though he sees that more guards had appeared making his brow raise in suspicion. That was odd. He had taken care of your other guards, ended them without mercy when they had chased him, the memory of their blood spilling onto his dark suit and onto the white, that’s now a dark shade of pink, cuffs.

“More have appeared,” he informs the rest, his head still facing the window, his eyes glued and counting the amount of guards that were filing into the casino. Watching their mouths move as they talk to one another, facial expressions were stoic but he knows they’re wondering where you had gone.

“Shit. Ye think they know?”

They had been wary of their movements, making things seem natural as they chased you not to alert the people in the casino, their costumes had made them blend in with the crowd. How could anyone possibly know?

“No, they shouldn’t,” Price was confident that they hadn’t let themselves be known, Leon and Laswell had guided them throughout the operation, they would’ve seen something or someone and inform them if they were caught, then they would’ve gotten themselves out of there. “I’m sure Laswell and Leon would’ve informed us.”

Ghost grunts not fully convinced, not with what was happening, the guards whispering to one another, trying to hide what they’re planning. His shoulders tense, an arm lifting up as he plays with the fake moustache he kept on (even picked it up when he was thrown into the shelves).

“John… ge… t… o…t…”

The room went silent. The static filling in the empty room as Laswell’s voice comes and goes from the comms as she tries to reach them. They could hear the pained rasps ever so often when the signal clears, what had happened?

No time for thinking as John stands from the chair, his breath hitching at the sound coming from the radio. Whatever had happened to Laswell and Leon, they no longer had Eyes and Ears in the casino, it was them against the unknown. This time, it wasn’t on their territory.

This battlefield was more in brains than brawn. A game of chess without a King.

They have captured the Queen, they have the bishop, the other pawns have been removed by the ghostly knight, and their towers were taken down.

They had to play smart.

The sound of the radio’s frequency squeals throughout the room, piercing into everyone’s ears. The noise scraping and irritating almost deafening them as they cover their ears while their captives grimaced in the corner (the one who was conscious), before they heard a different voice that didn’t belong to Laswell nor Leonardo.

The communicator chuckles into the radio. “141 a pleasure to meet you, as you may have heard, we have your ‘Eyes’ and ‘Ears’.”

Everyone in the room held their breath. Price curls his hands into a fist, the thought of putting his most trusted communicators and friends in danger had him burning at the seams, he knows they’re capable when situations like this happen but it still angered him no less. He could feel his throat dry up, the feeling of acting irrationally clawed at his mind, swallowing back a bunch of colourful words that he wishes to relish. All four of them were attentive to what the abductors had to demand.

“Now, don’t fret. We merely want what belongs to us.”

Price turned his head towards you and your butler. The intentions of the unknown caller was a mystery, you were widely known for connections from in and out of your casino, the caller could’ve been the business that you needed to attend tonight or it could’ve been an enemy that you or your father had made long ago. His team and himself needed you for said occupation but at the same time, Laswell and Leonardo were more valuable to them than you were, the moment they get the information out of you, they no longer need to step foot in this casino nor be in your presence.

“Fine.”

The voice brought back Price’s attention to his device, shit, they had taken too long to respond.

“Your troops here will be travelling with us, time is not a thing that we have a lot of. We need that pretty thing who’s with you, a liability to our success,” the crisp sound of a cigar being burned, the deep inhale could be heard through the radio. They hear a deep sigh before a low chuckle emits from the mysterious person. “4 months, 141. 4 months, I expect you to give me my victory.”

The sound of a chair creaking from being swivelled, the heavy steps impacting onto the wooden floor echoed throughout the quiet room.

“Locations will be given a week before the fourth month ends and we shall trade people.”

“If not?” another chuckle articulates through the radio. “I believe you know what comes next," Price heard multiple clicks before it stopped, followed by the cylinder being snapped into place, the hammer snapped back.

“If not, I can always jog your memory."

The radio's static filled the room.

A/N: it's fuckin' 1AM and I'm tired, lol, idek if I'll remember what I wrote - sorry if it's gibberish.

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mrslankyman · 4 months

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R U Mine?

Mike Schmidt x (fem) reader

-no fnaf in this timeline-

Shorter than usual sorry

The clouds outside suggested a thunder storm later on. There had been a lot of rain here lately anyways. I headed up the small walk way to Mikes home. Knocking ever so lightly.

Mike opened the door. His black hoodie and jeans on. His brown hair ruffled ever so slightly. “Hey come in.” His voice gave way that he was sleeping before I arrived.

I stepped inside and looked around as he closed the door. He was being quiet so I assume Abby was also asleep. Rain had that tempting sound to make anyone wanna fall asleep. Mike sure looked like he needed a good nap. Not in a bad way it’s just.. I always notice the bags under his eyes.

“You been doing okay?” He shot me a question as he walked to his couch to have a seat. I followed after and sat down beside him. A little too close this time. I felt our arms brush. I didn’t give much of a reaction just leaned away. But I could see the blush on Mikes face.

“Yeah I’ve been good. What about you?” I asked softly turning my head to him. He looked down at his lap before turning his head to meet my gaze. “I’ve been.. okay.” He answered as honestly as he could.

A small smile displayed on my face. I knew how hard he worked at this mall security job. How he tried his best to keep Abby. I was only the baby sitter but me and Mike had become friends. I would hope so at least. I’ve been watching Abby for about 6 months now.

“You know if you have a day off and just wanna sleep I can take Abby to my apartment. You need to sleep sometime Mike.” I patted his hand. I could feel him hesitate on wether to pull it away or not. Surprisingly he let it stay. Giving me a thankful look. His brown eyes were cloudy with stress, worry and other emotions.

“I’m here for you Mike. You don’t gotta be afraid to ask for help.” I whisper softly giving him a kind look. In turn seeing his face once again grow a darker shade of red. “Yeah.. thanks.” Was the only answer I got. I could see he was getting nervous. For what? I had no clue.

He leaned away from me and sighed. He didn’t move his hand though. Mine still sitting on top of his. He kept his there. Until Abby came out that’s when he moved it. That’s also when he said good bye. He was off to work. I just hoped he could drive safely in the rain.

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It wasn’t unusual for Mike to call. He did it every once in a while. To say a shift of his has changed or that he needed you to come by early. Tonight was different. It was about 9 pm. Why is he calling?

I got up and answered my phone. Leaning against the wall and played with the coiled wire.

“Hello..?” I could hear Mikes disheveled voice on the other end. Was he crying?

“Hey Mike, everything okay?” Concern laced my voice.

“Umm.. no. Could you.. could you come over? Please..” he whispered. He must not want Abby to hear him. Which broke my heart more. How he tried to cover up his pain so his sister doesn’t see..

“Yeah I’ll be over in a few.” My answer was quick. I hung up the phone before he could say good bye. I put on my shoes and quickly rushed to my car. Driving the 5 minutes it took to get to Mikes house.

I make it to his house and slowly walk up to the front door. Before I could knock it swings open. Mike standing in-front of me. Sure enough. There were tears in his eyes. “Mike is everything okay?” I asked searching his face for any clues as to why he was like this. “Can you just.. come in?” He asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I nodded and stepped inside. He closed the door and headed to the couch. Sitting down and letting his head lean back. I sat beside him. Closer this time. Our thighs touching, arms brushed against each other and shoulders close. He closed his eyes and softly cried.

For reasons unknown to me. He sobbed quietly. I slowly pulled him towards me. Saying it’s okay softly and pulling into a hug. He slowly accepted and wrapped his arms around me. His face landed in the crook of my neck. I could feel his tears hit my skin.

“Why are you crying Mike?” I ask quietly as I rub his back in a circular motion. “I keep having those dreams..” He said between sobs. Those dreams about his brother. You knew of them. How he used nature noises to sleep. How every-time he’d dream of Garret he was unsuccessful in saving him.

“I’m never gonna find out who did this to him.. I’m a failure and a terrible brother..” he squeezed me tighter. I almost forgot how muscular he truly was. Till now.

“You’re not a failure Mike. I know you’re not a terrible brother. Abby thinks you’re great. What happened with Garret was not your fault.” I soothed him. Slowly running hand up. Grazing it through his brown hair. He let out a small sigh. Leaning his head back to look at me.

“Thank you..” he whispered and stared at me. Debating on something. Was he going to say something else? His eyes displayed a fight in his mind. Of what I had no clue again. He was so difficult to read.

“Wanna know something funny?” He asked finally in such a strangely serious way. I nodded in response. “When I’m at work. It’s the last place I wanna be. I think about coming home and seeing you. Playing with Abby. Having fun. Cooking dinner. How that’s all I want.” He stared at me. His eyes having a admiring look.. why?

“What do you mean Mike..?” I ask softly. When did he get so close to my face?

“I’ve been wanting to ask you this for ever now.. our glances. Our hand touching. Sitting too close on the couch… how you ask to come over on Saturdays to play with Abby and they end with us watching a movie together..” he went on. Pooling out his emotions. His face was red. The tears had dried up mostly. “You comfort me and you make me feel.. something. Something I’ve been afraid of feeling for someone else..” he leaned closer. So close I could feel his breath.

“Are you mine?” He asked so quietly. His voice filled with sadness, heartache, and fear. He was scared. Scared of my reply. Scared this would be the end of the road. Not only would he lose a friend, his sisters friend, his baby sitter, but also the only person who’s made him feel happiness in a long time.

“You got me Mike.” I whispered softly. His lips sealed my reply with a kiss. Surprisingly his lips were soft. I titled my head a little. His right hand slid up to cup my cheek. Pulling me closer. The kiss wasn’t like any I’ve had before. This was a hungry kiss. From someone who’s never had this feeling. The pull he had on me was something else. The kiss became more urgent as it went on.

Everytime we’d pull away to breathe he’d pull me right back in. His lips moving in sync with mine. Before I knew it I was on his lap. Making out with him and running my hands through his hair.

The worries of his dreams, rent, custody battle, and work left him. He was in the place he wanted to me. With the one girl he wanted to be with. He deserved these few minutes of pure bliss.

Our lips unconnected and we stared at each other. Eyes lingering.

“Are you just mine tonight..? Or are you mine?” He asked this question in such a way it sent butterflies to my stomach. He was doubting this was real. But his voice was so low and his eyes were needy. He needed my reply to be a yes.

“I’m yours.” My simple reply gave him all he needed to kiss me again.

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #josh hutcherson

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centuriespast · 22 days

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Elizabeth French, a Woman with Horns unknown artist

The sitter was born at Tenterden in Kent. She had a horn-like growth at the back of her head 10 inches long and several smaller stumps. The horn was not attached to her skull and caused pain if pressure was applied. She was hired by a Mr Fauks for a number of years until she broke her horn, which was bought by Sir Hans Sloane. This information comes from the mount of an aquatint portrait of the sitter.

Wellcome Collection

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hauntedbystorytelling · 5 months

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Atelier Manassé (1922–1938) ~ Actress Thyra Winge, ca. 1925 | src Ostlicht

Although the reverse labels the sitter as “Thyra Winge” this is most likely a pseudonym for the Hungarian actress and dancer Bea Egerváry (b. 1916, date of death unknown). Egerváry had studied ballet under Emília Nirschy (1889-1976) in 1926, before starting her prolific career dancing and acting in Vienna, Berlin, Munich, Paris and Rome throughout the late 1920s and 1930s. In 1946, she moved permanently to Berlin, after which little is known about her life. (text quoted from sisters of the lens)

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galleryofunknowns · 2 years

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Unknown Artist, 'Portrait of a Nun', oil on canvas, no date (1700s), Italian, for sale for est. 500 - 800 EUR at Wannenes Old & 19th Century Paintings Sale, Italy, 2022.

Inscribed to upper left 'Sor. Francesca Teresa/Del Spirito Santo/Carmelitana Scalsa'.

#unknown artist #unknown sitter #inscription #oil on canvas #1700s #italian #wannenes #italy #nun #religious

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realcatalina · 1 year

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Do you think this could be a portrait of Mary I? I see a strong resemblance to other portraits of Mary and I believe the hood might be identical to the one in the Fitzwilliam portrait by Hans Eworth. The lady in the Fitzwilliam portrait has a much thinner face, but we need to keep in mind that Mary was frequently ill and her weight fluctuated (Venetian ambassador Giovanni Michieli once commented that "the Queen's face has lost flesh greatly since I was last with her [two months earlier]")

This painting is Minneapolis Institute of Art, as Unknown woman from c.1550(imo it's earlier than that, mid to late 1540s).

According to them it is by unknown artist, imo it's early workshop of Eworth. Workshops are harder to artribute to. It's the time when Eworth's work should be at its best. Far better quality than later in Mary I's reign. Possibly due to Holbein's pupils working as part of this workshop, or it is by one of Holbein's fallowers of pretty good skill(John Bettes the Elder comes to mind).

The jewelry and embroidery is consistant with nobility of the time, i see no jewel known to be part of royal collection or worn by Mary.

Billements on french hood included. Similiar shape of hood, is not same as identical hood. (FitzWilliam portrait has solid golden billements, this one doesn't. FitzWilliam shows more of coif? white around ear, consistent with later style.)

I have read somewhere in past that pattern of embroidery in this portrait could point to it being member of certain noble family-because it resembles their coat of arms, but i can't remember which. So I can say if it is correct.

In closeup more details can be observed:

Particularly interesting is that the shape of french hood and way hair are styled(down) is not consistent with any other known depiction. It is transitional style. Probably one of first few appearances of this shape of french hood(being this flat). Imo it could be as early as mid 1540s. But more likely it is 2nd half of 1540s, worn by somebody who didn't wish to let go of older styling of the hair. I'd still though lean towards 1546 rather than 1549, if you catch my drift.

Another things to note is the hair are dark strawberry blond and the brows are visible. Very common issue for woman with red or reddish hair, is that they have too light brows and they appear invisible.

Mary had nearly invisible brows in portraits during her reign and in FitzWilliam portrait(towards end of Edward's reign).

But since this is likely at end of Henry VIII's or early into Edward VI's reign, it is possible this detail doesn't prove it is Mary. Because this can change with age and due to artist. Catherine of Aragon in several depictions had visible brows, very similiar to this shade. In others she had no visible brows. A miniature earlier from Mary's life shows no visible brows, but you can't trust miniatures that much about this.

Mary for most of her life, tended to not be skinny, so at that age I'd expect this roundness of the face.(But as you said, during reign of Edward and later as Queen, her weight was bit of havoc due to illnesses.)

Eyes in the portrait are grey,(max grey-blue or hazel), which is consistant with Mary's portraiture. The nostrils are very alike Mary's, nosetip similiar to some depictions. Similiar shape of mouth.

There is indeed great deal of resemblence.

Yet somehow, it doesn't look like her to me. Something is off.

Could be different artist taking on the same features, workshops can have drastically different depictions of same person.

I cannot rule out it is Mary and that might be sometimes as far as you get when you try to identify portrait.

However the similiarities in face could be there also due to family resemblence.

More i look into historical portraits, more i am convinced Mary I took way more after Henry VIII's side of family than we're lead to believe So did Elizabeth, and presumably lots of their cousins.

Bear in mind Elizabeth of Woodville's sisters married into many prominent noble families, so we're not talking just Greys or children of York princesses. But way more many cousins, you don't think of as related to Mary.

Since Henry VII and Richard III looked very alike despite being only distant cousins, we cannot rule out descendants of Woodvilles and Tudors looked alike.

(+Parr's features were way more similiar to Mary's then we realise. But frankly, this is not sumptuous enough for Parr as Queen.)

(The resemblence can be also random. But that is worst case scenario for us.)

Another thing(and often overlooked detail in portraits) are the hands:

I mean they could be painted out, but have you ever seen Mary I without single ring? I haven't.(That black dot looks like abrasion to me, not a ring.)

I think it is the mouth which doesn't fit to me. Mary's mouth is not usually this narrow this late into her age(as child it was). Could be smiling vs no smile, but just as her mother in portraits Mary tended to smile. Always rather broad smile.

Here the face has different feel. Different set of emotions. Different personality I'd say.

You know sometimes it can be hard to tell these two apart:

Elizabeth had hazel eyes, not brown-hence hers can look grey in portraits. She had strawberry blond hair(at times more to light red.) Features very alike to Mary's.

(Although seeing Mary's nose here, you could argue the person has exact same nose(nostrils especially look same).)

Tbh I don't know who that woman is. Could be Mary, there is enough resemblence to say possibly it could be her. However I don't think it is prudent to focus on her solely. There are other posibilities and at this moment we won't figure this out. There is not enough to go with.

What would help would be some clue in the outfit or period record describing it as certain sitter. This was my quick dive into this, I might do deeper dive into it in future.

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The painting: Claude Monet (French, 1848-1928) • Women in the Garden • 1866 • Musée d’Orsay, Paris

The Dress: Day Dress • American • 1862–64 • White cotton piqué with black soutache • The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

The Painting: Claude Monet (French, 1848-1928) • Portrait of Madame Gaudibert • 1868

The outfit: French ensemble • 1865/67 • Gray silk faille with cashmere shawl from India • Usually worn over the shoulders or in the crook of the arms • Metropolitan Museum of Art

The painting: Paul-Albert Bartholomé (French, 1848-1928) • In the Greenhouse • 1881 (the sitter is Bartholomé's wife)

The dress: Sewn from white cotton printed with purple stripes and dots, this summer gown was made by an unknown French seamstress around 1880.

These three paintings and their companion outfits were part of a large exhibition, Impressionism, Fashion, and Modernity, at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, February, 2013.

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guys, you won’t believe what I just found in the antique shop.

(Photograph, tinted, hand-labeled on the back with “London, 1895.” Sitter unknown.)

She. Does not seem particularly happy, does she? Of course the convention back then was to adopt one’s natural resting expression, but that scar(?) on her forehead looks infected or something. I hope her life got better, whoever she was...

(Happy Halloween!)

#halloween #my face #dracula #mina harker #cosplay #(my housemate did the burn scar; they love doing SFX makeup #(fun fact: the book is a 1920s copy of Dracula)

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How come exactly all of them got hired or found the job? (Like for example how did Sasha, who is literally from the russian tundra, found a babysitter job to be fitting, and how did all of them got to be in the exact same workplace???)

Heya! Iris here, in charge of most of the writing (the post text and even some of the in-character responses for the ask submissions) and lore alongside Domi who was in charge of the beautiful, crispy, amazing art you guys are being served with our blog! Now yes, there is lore, there is a story to be told about all of these and we actually planned to do a weekly post about the backstory of how the daycare came to be and how all of the sitters ended up in Little Wonders but both Domi and I are college students and alongside with the submissions, we got dumped so none of the lore tidbits we initially planned are done.

I do, however, have written very juicy notes about that so we'll give you a little preview of the sitter's backstories.

Please take note that this is written within the convenience that all of the agents are living in the same country (or in this case, are immigrants and/or have been born in said undisclosed country) and that the tale of their residence in that country isn't within the scope of this AU. After all, it is quite realistic for other ethnicities to move in and live in other countries for their own reasons.

So, let's begin! (I apologize in advance for the poor verb tenses [i made sure to beta read it, of course] and the google translated spanish. I should really get a hold of my past duolingo lessons 😔)

Sage - Ling Ying Wei

So she is the one that started it all. Little Wonders was quite the old daycare center and as an immigrant in a foreign country, it was quite hard to land a job because of racism and other horrible human things that weren't really inherently helpful. She landed the job at Little Wonders who was owned by an unknown individual who wanted to build a daycare. But the economical inflation caused prices to skyrocket, and the expenses in the daycare had grown demanding—Ying Wei ended up being alone after the owner and everyone else left due to the lack of budget and the loss of their clients because it has gotten unaffordable. (In short, you know those games like Lily's Garden? Yeah, she's Lily and the daycare is her garden.) Ying Wei felt lost, so she decided to vent it out to a friend and this friend decided to help out.

Skye - Kirra Foster

Kirra was the friend to the rescue. Having met in a forum online years (if not decades) ago, Ying Wei and Kirra are tight-knit and are like two peas in a pod that were separated from each other and had been joined again. She is, to put it simply, one of those dedicated online friends that you have. (Except that she actually managed to meet Ying Wei a couple of times and unlike most of us.)

In any case, Kirra heard that Ying Wei was suffering and told her everything. She flew to the country to console her, talk, and eventually offered to help her restore the daycare in its former glory for the reason that it held a special place in her friend's heart. She thought that it was quite absurd—why would Ying Wei, a normal employee, be left with this bankrupt daycare when it's supposed to be the owner's responsibility to rebuild it again? But nonetheless, she stayed and told Ying Wei that she'll only stick around once the repairs and the recuperation is done but like her internet bestie, she grew fond and excited for the daycare's great comeback.

We'll get through this, Ying Wei, you and I. You're the bloody rightful owner of this daycare, 'n we'll make it prosper again, yeah? [redacted] isn't going to get a single penny from when you finally make this work, hear me?

Kirra, I legally do not own the daycare nor do I hold the title. They're still going to get a cent.

Eh, fuck that! I'm telling ya, Ying, if they do come back, we're going to demand full ownership of this place, yeah? Cheer up, mate.

Sova - Sasha Novikov

He was a man destined for greatness—until some tragedy happened that had completely scraped his dream and his career down the drain. Immigrating to a different country, Sasha worked as a salaryman with a discouraged outlook in life. Despite being discouraged, he worked hard and diligently and earned promotions and raises to accompany his loyalty and services. But sometimes life grows bleaker and Sasha thought that his journey as a salaryman was now coming to a close. He decided that he wanted to do something meaningful and thought of jobs that would make him feel fulfilled—finding the hiring poster for Little Wonders flying right to his face (literally). He thought he wouldn't be accepted considering his experiences as a sitter was lacking, but he did. He immediately proved himself to Ying Wei and Kirra and became a formidable member of Little Wonders.

Wh-what the—? A hiring poster for a daycare?

Chamber - Vincent Fabron

Being a Frenchman born in a life of nobility and privilege; Vincent found himself enjoying life in another country after moving in with his parents after graduating with latin honors in Mechanical Engineering in France. It's not like his parents told him to get a job anyway and there's a vast new world to explore; so explore he did. Unfortunately, Vincent got carried away and ended up spending more and more until he was reprimanded by parents who didn't exactly care but felt like they should hold him off anyway.

He was forced to get a job. And getting a job wasn't exactly easy even with connections. If it were in France, he would've landed a job easy but this is a different country. He was forced to grovel. 5 months had passed, and he still wasn't able to find a job. In a moment of desperation, he found the job listing as a babysitter and for some miraculous reason, he was accepted. Maybe it was his strong demeanor, maybe it's his suave and silver tongue, but Vincent who only knew how to take care of dogs ended up as pretty problematic babysitter who tolerates children more than caring for them. Due to the lack of manpower, Ying Wei couldn't bring herself to fire him. He did and still does try to do his job properly and has resorted into doing administrative work more than actual babysitting for the daycare. (But with the presence of new competition, he finds himself working with the kids once more as he now sees his job being compromised.)

Madame Ling, I finally caught them like you requested.

VINCENT WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THOSE KIDS BY THEIR SHIRTS?! ARE YOU INSANE?!

Gekko - Mateo Armendáriz de la Fuente

Wanting to create money for himself and get a working experience from all those seminars his mother (practically) forced him to attend, young and bright Mateo applied for the job recently as a part-timer for the daycare under the recommendation of his family friend and considered aunt, Zyanya Mondragon (who has connections with Miss Ling but that will be elaborated in the future, hopefully?)

As a bubbly and cheerful young man with hopes and dreams (which the other sitters envy), he drew the attention of the children with extreme ease and was regarded as the rising rookie within the staff as he easily befriended the children and played with them. While Vincent saw and has since labelled the college student as a threat (just a little bitter), Sasha and Ying Wei found him as a great addition to the team and had considered hiring him as a full-time babysitter once he graduated college. Mateo is currently majoring in Architecture.

Tienes esto, pequeño. You underwent training, you even got a certification for babysitting specifically. You said you want to earn a little more money so you don't burden your mother, don't you?

L-lo sé, lo sé... I'm just worried that the kids I'll take care of won't like me... you know. They're kinda brutal, mi reina.

Ay, you're a nice kid, Mateo. Cree más en ti mismo, ¿por favor? You're going to do just fine.

Okay, okay, okay.

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In any case, these can still change overtime until it can be finalized. In the meantime, we both just want to have fun for now and enjoy writing how the sitters react to people wanting to date them. Would there be a dating sim revolving the mommies and daddies—I mean, the sitters in the future? No. JK. Unless? 🤨

We're glad that you're also having fun with this silly little AU that we have! (Hopefully you guys stick around us because we seriously have so much in store. We haven't even introduced the parents yet, but make your guesses!!) All the best and thank you so much for 100 followers here on Tumblr!!

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