No, I know Miguel. I married a man I can confidently recite the biblical history thereof. I know every crevice of his smile lines and the innermost dramas of Alchemax's workplace. I know the secret handshake he shares with our daughter, know the way he hums when he cooks, know the way he kisses me when he gets home fr...
"Michael?" I whispered. Freddy leant into my palm. His lidded eyes had never looked so sad. ••••• When Y/n stumbles across a job opening for the Glamrock's manager at the infamous Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and is inexplicably drawn there, the last thing she expected was an offer. Even less expected was her sayi...
[being rewritten for the 1938473th time] Sometimes love stories don't start with lingering stares and flirting. Sometimes it starts with the boy being hit over the head with a skateboard by the girl. If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitemen...