I'll Have You Eventually! (FNaFXMale!Reader)Rotto-Carneval
Five Nights at Freddy'sXMale!Reader
“I'll Have You Eventually!”
"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." - Marc Brown
"Let go of her, dammit!" I shrieked, thrashing wildly to free my arms from their prison on either side of me while my legs desperately kicked and flailed about in front of me. It was almost pitiful, how useless I was; I was drained of all energy from all of my previous running. I must have looked like some sort of hopeless animal caught in the claws of its' predator, with no chances of escaping to help the one who needed me most.
"It's stupid, really," I heard him say, with a slightly disgusted scowl stretching onto his face, minus the sickeningly amused, crooked grin twitching on his lips. "How humans try to be such heroes in order to keep the ones they love safe. You risk not only your own lives, but theirs as well. Look around you, [M/n]!
Five Nights at Freddy'sXMale!ReaderRotto-Carneval
With Love, From Us
Today, you woke up with a frown.
Today, you woke up with a sigh.
Today, you dressed yourself in your work uniform quite begrudgingly, and headed out of your house with a sour expression; being sure to lock it once you left.
Today, it was your birthday. Oh, joy.
"Stupid birthday," You sighed to yourself, kicking a pebble with the toe of your (f/c) shoe while taking a step down the sidewalk. You were on your way to work, currently, and walking was a bit of a pain in the ass—and legs—without being able to afford gas for your car. Hell, it even bummed you more to know that you had to work on your birthday, despite how much you hated it.
Yes, there is such a thing as a person hating his own birthday.
The reason you were so foul about it were due to many, many reasons; a majority of them being too painful to bring up that it caused you to cringe. Some were even so depressing that you wished that a birthday such as yours never existed.
Ringo x Male!Reader: Drum Lessonsirishm8
“Eh, Rings” You poke your head through the door of the practice room.
There, sitting on a small stool in front of his drum set, sat Ringo. His eyes were first set upon on of the small drums on the set, then moving to your frame.
“Eh, Yeah, (Your Male Name)?” he mumbled, raising a brow at your sudden appearance.
You smiled weakly, “I twas thinkin’” Ringo chuckled at the way you said the sentence.
At that you looked down with a snicker, hand along the doorway.
“I was thinkin’..Uhm, If you’d mind showing me how..to play your drums there” You gestured your head at his set.
He rose a brow at your words.
“You? Play drums? I thought ya was more interested in John’s guitar-” he said with a light tone.
Your face flushed, biting upon your bottom lip. You felt yourself shrug slowly, fingers making a rhythm along the woodened doorway.
“He said guitars weren’t my thing” You said in a hesitant voice
GarryXMale!Reader | Chapter 1Rotto-Carneval
K e Y
“Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.”
— E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
Garry could feel his teeth clench and unclench; tightening and untightening his jaw with his hands balled into tight fists, palms sweaty and trembling. His heart seemed to hammer against his ribs like a wild drum, no distinct rythm or pattern when it skipped a beat or two. Why were his eyes so wide? Why was he staring so long? Why did he feel like this? Who was this person?
The purple-haired male was caught in a hypnotizing trance as he simply stared at what seemed to be a [h/c]-haired, [s/c] youn