The Handler (Monty x fem reader)

Monster in the Dark

Me and Monty both woke up from my alarm going off. I was going to get up when I got pulled back down and snuggled into. "Hmm don't leave yet." Monty groans in a sleepy voice, I blush at how hot his voice sounds in the morning. 'How does he even have a sleepy voice?!' I thought "Monty come on we gotta get you back to the Plex before we get in trouble and I can't have you miss a show either." I tried to reason. He finally got up but with his arms still around me in a tight hug, my feet dangling. "Uhh can ya put me down? I need to get ready." He lowly growls and gently puts me down. I lean up and kiss his snout. "Thank you."

I'm done getting ready and me and Monty get into my car. A few minutes into the drive and Monty places his hand on my thigh, sqeezes a bit and gently rubs his thumb on it. I look at him for a quick second but he's turned away and looking out the window, probably flustered. I just smile and keep driving letting him pet my thigh. When we get there we sneak in through the back and back into his room, an hour before the show, perfect, enough time for Monty to charge up before hand. I let out a sigh of relief until we hear a knock at his door. I open it and see Freddy standing there with his arms crossed and a disappointed dad look on his face. "Oh hey Freddy! How can I help you?" I say with a smile but he looks down at me not changing his face and asks "Where's Monty?" "He's in his backroom charging right now, why?" I ask allowing him in. He stepped in and looked at he again. "He wasn't here last night and his location wasn't in the pizza plex." Freddy stated. "O-oh. I don't know where he went. After work I went back home and slept." I said rubbing my arm nervously. He sighed and turned to the backroom door. "I'll just ask him then." Freddy said stomping away. 'Oh man this is not gonna be good...'I thought as I sat on the couch hearing it play out. Monty and Freddy arguing and yelling at each other. I sigh and walk out of the room to go grab some food sense I forgot to make breakfast before we left. I went into the kitchen and saw Chica. "Oh Goodmorning y/n! How are you this morning?" She asked with glee and I smiled at her. "Hi Chica! I'm doing good, how are you?" I asked back. "I'm great! Just making some pizza, would you like some?" She asked and I nodded "Yes please! I love your pizza and I haven't eaten breakfast yet." I responded "Aww thank you, dear. I'm almost done it'll be out in a few!" She said so as the pizza cooked we just talked to each other about hobbies, movies, and clothes. When the pizza was done we both ate and joked around as good friends do. "Well I gotta get going now, Chica. Thank you for the pizza, it was great as always! I'll see you at the show!" I said getting up "No problem, y/n! See ya later!" She waved and went back to eating.

I got back to Montys room and heard him destroying everything. I sigh and knock. "GO AWAY FAZFUCK!" I just started laughing from outside the door then I walk in "That was the best nickname I've ever heard someone call Freddy!" I say still laughing. Monty laughs a little but then gets angry again. "Alright alright what happened?" I said walking up to him but he just crossed his arms and huffed. "I don't wanna talk about it!" He yelled and turning away. "Monty we both know I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." I say softly but sternly. He sighs and turns back around to face me. "And we both know its clearly about Freddy so what happened?" I continue. "Fine. Yes. Its about Freddy, he was being a bitch and yelling at me for leaving the plex." He huffed out and rolled his eyes. "It's understandable why your mad and he shouldn't have yelled at you like that but also know he's just looking out for you. He may get on your nerves a lot but he means well and so do you, I see you guys have fun on stage together and I know thats not an act." I say softly, walking over to him and lightly rubbing his arm. He just blew out smoke from his nose as his answer. "Do you maybe want to rant about how upset he makes you?" I question. He looks at me like he's thinking then sighs, picks me up, sits on the couch with me in his lap and he hugs my waist and places his head on my breasts. "I know he's my friend and bandmate but I really hate his guts sometimes." He says and I sigh hugging him back and running my fingers through his mohawk. "That's normal. Every relationship has their ups and downs" I respond back. "Yeah I know that but he's always breathing down my neck about every single thing I do wrong because he's little Mr. Perfect!" He growls. "Want me to talk to him about that?" I ask gently and he looks up at me. "Could you? Maybe he'll listen to you instead. I've tried telling him to get off my back but he does it anyway." He sighs and looks down again snuggling into my breasts. I giggle "Yeah Ill try talking to him." He hums in response and tightens his grip on me. "Your tits are really soft and comfortable." He blurts out and I laugh " Apparently you find everything about me soft and comfortable. First my personality, then my thighs, next my ass and now my boobs!" I laugh again and so does he. "Ya got that right." He says smirking.