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Billy Burn x Reader — Fire's Your Friend: You meet your boyfriend Billy after weeks of radio silence. Luckily, he's still the bastard you know and love.
josh makes figures out of plasticine. fluff sketch (possible translations errors)
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all josh's hands and fingers could do was jerk off and play video games. so when you proposed to him the idea of a "plasticine date", where everyone had to make figures out of plasticine, josh reacted a bit worried. he was different and wanted to support you, so he agreed, but he was actually worried that it would look terrible.
you bought the plasticine, went to josh's house, where you were greeted by his parents, and then you went to josh's room. for a few hours you just talked and cuddled like teenagers, and then you started molding with plasticine.
you chose a picture of a cute octopus for a reference and put your phone on the table, demarcating the space between you with some book.
josh laughed silly and really tried to mold beautiful figures as you changed references and created new ones. after about an hour of chatter and tender kisses, you furtively put the book away and saw his figures.
you could see his fingerprints on the material, the way he was painstakingly molding some of the details, and then you looked up and saw josh's red cheeks.
"I don't think it's good, you're better at it.." - he whispered a little self-deprecatingly, avoiding your gaze as you exchanged his figures for yours.
"this is perfect. god, i'm gonna make this into a key chain!" - you considered the little cookie figurine in your hands, which josh had made slightly angular and crooked. he genuinely didn't understand why you liked it, but when you reached out to kiss him, he melted.
"I wanted to be supportive.. it's a date and all. hope it's not too ugly.." - he wheezed into your neck and hugged you tightly, breathing in your scent. he was such a fool.
"these are the best plasticine figures I've ever seen. i'm proud of you, my master of sculpture" - josh completely floated and moaned happily into your neck, calming down. you're so glad you're in a relationship with such a jerk.
Hi Tumblr....so I decided to come back..and actually post fics again. My old stuff is pretty bad so,,, I decided to come back. I'm gonna do a lot of cleaning for this account..but in the meantime feel free to send me requests or smth <3
Description: Mike had only took this job for a few reasons: To watch his sister in some cheap, rural camp in the middle of nowhere and to repay the dollars he spent; even if the money was low.
You were acquainted as a partnering counselor, much to your dismay — he didn't take his job seriously unless his sister was involved and you questioned his methods of responsibility; until you both get lost and he brings himself to help you despite everything.
# No Request
# A.N: finally completed this wooo!! enjoy
Media: FNaF [Movie]
Character: Mike Schmidt
Tags: Counselors, Headcanons/Imagines Mixed In, Grumpy Mike, Fluff, Cute Stuff, Bantering/Flirting, Comfort, Friends/Slight Rivals to ? ? ?, Slight Romantic Implications [ Reader is a little Love Sick] , Slow Burn (?) + Reader is GN!
Warnings: Slight Blood/Injury
TOS. Mike Schmidt Masterlist
⫸ Mike had only gotten this job because his little sister would be in the same camp. He had struggled to scrape up enough money to get a decent place to spend her vacation and he didn't trust her being alone in the middle of nowhere. Additionally, he also needed work to pay back his spendings.
⫸ He wasn't even that experienced, especially with kids; which was why he was paired with you who had spent about three summers in this dump of a camp.
⫸ As dull as Mike was, he wasn't too shabby in teaching or guiding some of the campers. Sure, he picked favorites (his sister) but he wasn't the worst counselor you had seen. Mike just wanted to get this over with and you could understand that — it was unbearable once you stayed long enough.
⫸ He was stubborn though. Mike was introverted, yes, but he was also really snarky and a little disrespectful at times. You knew he didn't mean anything cruel, he was just blunt; but you couldn't handle it. Just because he was your co-worker didn't stop you two from being frenemies.
Pink sun spots slowly rustled across the grass as the wind whistled through the branches. The clouds were red with the dying sun, slowly falling behind the light horizon; the sky rich with a kaleidoscopic display of luminous colors and gentle breezes.
You would have been enjoying the simplicity of a sunset if Mike hadn't fumbled with the map tightly gripped between his hands and throwing you both off track.
Of course, he had assured he knew the way back but you had been walking in circles for ages. You stopped walking, legs already growing sore. "Look, your trail obviously isn't working." Your arms fell to your sides, your eyes fell to a jagged stone. ". . . And I've seen that rock at least two times."
Mike whipped his head towards your landmark and blinked. "No, that's not—" his face flushed at the realization that maybe, just maybe, he had seen the rock too. Still, he stammered "It's a completely different rock," and waved the page around, trying to make a point. "Don't bullshit." You protested.
You walked over and snatched the map from his hands. Mike didn't pull up much of a fight, only mumbling and releasing a weak: "Fine." Mike didn't like feeling stupid, but he wanted to get back to camp and forget this whole day happened.
You matched forward with a slightly commanding: "This way," which he reluctantly obeyed. For the whole walk, Mike was silently poking his eyes on a stained piece of paper; anytime he was fixated on something, he did it — no time for chit chat or breaks. You ignited some conversation, "Why'd you come to a camp if you hate it so much?"
You were surprised that he answered. "My sister was begging me to go. So I spent months saving, but this was the only affordable camp I could get." He sighed, "I didn't trust her being in the forest with strangers."
You were fond of his compassion, "That's nice of you."
"Yeah, but it's still torture. My body feels like it's on fire. How do you handle this?" He swatted the air, trying to fend off a consistent buzzing. "I'm never doing this again that's for sure."
"Money is a pretty big motive. Also I like nature in general, it's better than something boring." You pulled through a bush that snagged your skin, you grunted as you kicked away from the thorns. "Shit, anyway. Yeah, it's a pain but it's fun too."
"We're night and day." He humored lightly, then his eyes flickered rapidly. Gritting through his teeth, Mike grabbed your shoulder. "Dude, your leg."
"What? Oh — Oh, God." Scarlet dripped down leg, pouring from an open cut. It must have been from the bush. "It's fine."
"What? It can get infected, we're almost at camp aren't we?" You didn't understand why he was so concerned, you two were barely friends. It was just a cut, nothing you hadn't suffered from before. He continued, "I can patch you up if you want."
"It's nothing, Like." You assured. Though, it was starting to hurt but you didn't need any help.
Mike awkwardly extended his hand, "You helped us back, it's the least I could do." he frowned at your silence. "At least let me help you walk back, I don't want to see you limp the whole time."
Reluctantly, you let him. Walking on a cut like that wouldn't end up well and besides you found it oddly endearing how soft he was. His face flushed, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Had you been staring at him? "Sorry." You could hear him giggle, "It's fine."
There was something boyish about him and you wondered if he was the same man you had met the first week.
Entering the infirmary, he set you down. You didn't argue with letting him help, wrapping a cut wouldn't be the end of the world and he looked like he knew what he was doing. You pursed your lips lightly, "Thanks for the help by the way."
The sting of alcohol rubbing against the blood oozed a veil of light pain through your body. Then his hands grew busy wrapping your leg, "It's nothing. Besides, you helped us get back. I know I'm stubborn sometimes and everything, so I'm sorry for being a bit of a dick."
You tilted your head, "Looks like you had a change of heart." he scratched the back of his neck. You trailed on, "I kinda like seeing this side of you, I mean, I didn't expect you to be . . . Well, nice."
Mike dropped his head, eyes cupped with guilt. "I'm just not good with meeting new people."
"That's fair." You leaned back, muscles relaxing. You studied the rural interior of the infirmary, checkered with aging wood and relics starting to rot with age. Cobwebs edged the corners and you could inhale enough dust to send you into a coughing fit, not the best place to get patched in that's for sure.
Your eyes flickered to his longing gaze, "Something wrong?"
"No, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts," he declared. "Can you stand?"
You slid off the stool and applied pressure which prompted you to stumble. Luckily you caught and dug into his arm. "Still hurts a little bit."
"We can wait here." He suggested shyly. "I mean, I can go."
You folded your arms. "No, I want you to stay."
"Really?"
"You seem fun."
He fumbled with his hands before chuckling lightly, you could get used to this sunny side of him.
the amount of LORE and shit I've made for Derek is absolutely insane. Like AUGHHHHHHHH,,,,,,, I have sm to say about him still. im sorry my discord friends .....
honestly. I really like wallace and Derek's dynamic. even if it was short. I definitely feel like he mentored him & probably acted as a positive adult figure during his life.
heyyy. I'm writing a fic, lol. Only two short chapters are out but I'm working on it 🫡!!!
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Description: More people have been declared missing by the day, either they're abducted without a trace or left mangled beyond repair.Mike, recently unemployed, gets a job offer for an old diner popular in the 80's unknowing its history goes deeper than he thought and may be the heart of the sinister travesty reaping so many lives.
