You meet up with Mike before his night shift. The two of you have had frequent “car dates” where you enjoy each other’s company. This time, he has you with him in the backseat as he eats you out. His tongue lapping up your pussy while his fingers circle your clit. His moans and hot breaths vibrate inside your pussy, making your legs close around his head. You moan his name as he drags another sweet orgasm from you; it’s so easy for him to make you cum for him. he licks every inch he can reach to taste your release. When he’s done, he raises his head, climbs up to you, and kisses you. His lips taste of your essence. His hips begin to grind into yours, even though his hard cock is still held from you by his jeans. You both moan desperately into each other’s mouths before an alarm sounds. The alarm that tells you both that Mike has to drop you off before his shift, ruining the moment. He curses as he says that if they don’t hurry, he’ll be late, and he promises to make it up to you after his shift.
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"Well someone looks like they got at least two hours of sleep," I commented as I raised my eyebrows at Mike when he opened his front door for me.
Mike gave me a look and slight smile, "Yn...not even a hello," he said as I chuckled and brushed past him, entering the house.
"Yeah, yeah....where's my favorite kiddo?" I asked as I took my shoes off and some of my stuff down on the counter.
"In her room. You're all set, right?" he asked as he grabbed his keys and phone, I patted him on the shoulder.
"Course. See you later, yeah?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Mike gave me a small smile and nodded his head, "bye Yn".
"Bye Mike. Have fun!" I said as I gave him a little wave then made my way to Abby's room.
yeah thats all i got. okay it (being the movie) was crappy bc it only made sense on its own....it was also very gory but the acting/storyline seemed kinda childish. Josh (the actor for Mike) was the best part. okay vent over lmao
You threw your backpack onto the floor and sunk into the chair across from your father’s desk. “You know, there are some snacks in the break room. Cheese, crackers…uh, more cheese.” Schmidt pulled his rolling chair out and took a seat.
“It’s fine, dad.” You sighed and pulled out your headphones. “I won’t distract you or anything.”
“You know you can talk to me, y/n,” he assured you, “whatever happened today, you can tell me.”
summary - you’ve never been on a picnic and schmidt declares to make this the best one
warnings - drinking, mentions of sex
apart of - budding love series
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“Have you seen the announcement about the park opening up? We should all go! See the kids-”
“That sounds kinda of predatory,” Nick interrupted Jess.
“It does not,” She argued, crossing her arms as she sat by you on the couch. You shrugged your shoulders, helping clasp Cece’s necklace on before turning your attention back to the water you’d been drinking.
“Wanting to see kids, it kinda does,” Winston added.
“I’m a teacher! I work with kids!”
“Not worth the argument, Jess,” You intervene, putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking your head back and forth.
“Anything can be worth the argument, who knows this passionate fight can later lead to some passionate love-making,” Schmidt waltzed over, plopping down on the side right next to you, and throwing his arm over your shoulders.
“Jar!” The three roommates chimed, the man grudgingly removing himself and placing a ten in the glass container.
“We could have a picnic!” Jess suggested. “I can make mini sandwiches and-”
“If we’re doing a picnic, I would need to plan it. You don’t know your outdoor napkins from your indoor napkins,” Schmidt laughed, shaking his head. “It’s a disgrace to the exquisite dining on a picnic blanket. But I don’t feel like going through all that work.”
“We could play a game of football?”
“Last time I almost died,” Nick butted in.
“We can’t have another one of those,” Winston agreed, taking his sandwich and moving to a open seat on the couch. “Why do we have to go out, and do it all together? What if I want to hang out with my girlfriend and go to the park with her?”
“You hang out with her all the time,” Jess whined. “Come on guys!” She threw her hands in the air, soon burrowing her face into her palms. “I just want to have fun with my friends,” She mumbled into her skin.
“All of you just suck it up and go to the park. It’s not like anyone of you have anything better to do so stop being little bitches,” Cece announced, shaking her head. “Do something for the girl that keeps you all together.”
“If I wasn’t with Shelby, that would be very convincing,” Winston responded, taking a bite of the sandwich.
“I don’t have a shift at the bar tomorrow, and if you promise you’ll bring something to drink there, I’m in,” Nick decided.
“I’m not, I will not let the hotness of Cece get to me. I just don’t have the time with my work and everything to prepare a spec-”
“It doesn’t sound that bad, I’m in,” You cut him off, lightly smiling at your friend who’s smile just got even larger.
“Me too! Me too! I’ll start planning on what to bring. Y/n, which bread would you prefer focaccia or pita?”
You lied on Jess’s bed, watching her rummage through her closet for the perfect hat for this opening.
“It’s going to be amazing! The kids sliding down the slide, green grass, friendly new friends!” She beamed, spinning around and lying a round, big pink hat onto her head. “I feel this one says, ‘fancy and friendly miss pinkerton,’” She spoke in a accent.
“No, no. Jess, though this is a mediocre event, that hat should never come out,” Cece denied, taking the hat off as Jess let out a gasp of disbelief.
You laid on your stomach, messing with the ends of your hair as you watched the two of your friends interact.
“She could be going to a all pink party, that would be a perfect hat for that,” You giggle as Jess eagerly nods her head while Cece just sighs. “But, for Cece and her model stake, possibly choose a different one.”
“Ugh, fine,” She walked back into her closet, sliding the large metal door and turning to her collection. “Should I do a yellow one, or orange? The dress I was going to wear was pink, but now I should change it.”
“Yes, please!” Cece groaned, walking into the closet after the girl. “What about this one?”
“What are you ladies doing in here?” Schmidt waltzed in, plopping himself besides you. “Ready to get your picnic on?” He looked over at you, eyes gleaming with anticipation and happiness.
“I’ve never been on a picnic before, so, I guess.”
“You’ve- you have never been on a picnic?” He questioned, repeating your statement with a look of disbelief. “No guy has ever taken you, the smoking hot you, on a picnic date?”
“No, why is that so surprising?”
“Wha- why?! Jess! Jess!” He started to yell, your friend frantically leaving the closet with her dress on oddly, staring over at the two of you in fear as Cece popped her head out from behind.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“Y/n has never had a picnic before!”
“You haven’t? Oh my! This has to be the best one ever, I’m wearing the pink hat!”
“I have to go make sure I have the right spread and that the meats are sliced correctly along with the cheese tray,” Schmidt mumbled to hisself, leaving the room and back out to the kitchen.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” You sat up in the bed, fixing the way your jeans rested on your hips. “Don’t make this a big deal, please Jess.”
“Well, it’s your first, and special-”
“Jess!”
“Fine, fine,” She grumbled, placing down the frilly hat she was going to gift to you. “I’ll pick a different hat besides the pink.”
“I don’t think you should dress fancy anyways. Weren’t we going to play football?”
“Right! Oh! I have the perfect shirt for that,” She stuck her hand in a pile of clothes and pulled out a jersey looking shirt that said ‘Puppy Player’. “Got it from a student!”
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Nick questioned, you all stood outside of the car, holding onto different items and observing the land where the picnic was to be held.
The grass was a dirty color, nothing like a nice green. The park had been rusting, slide that was once silver was now more of a brown and the swing set was filled with cigarette buds all over the ground. The ladder leading to the slide held a woman chatting with another who sat on the steps with drinks in their hands. There weren’t any trees in the area, like the whole ‘park’ was cleared out of any signs of happy life.
“There are no friendly friends,” She huffed, turning back around to face all of you. “This is the correct address!” She grabbed the paper, tossing it Cece’s way.
“Where did you even find the paper?” Winston wondered.
“At the coffee shop, not to far down, the one that’s really cheap with the broken windows. The woman who takes my money always smiles and thanks me!”
“It says here, the opening was five years ago. You forgot to look at the year,” Cece revealed as noises of groans filtered throughout your area.
“Jess! How could this be, I worked hard to make this spread, filtering through many markets to find the best and now-”
“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” She mumbled, walking over and throwing her arms over your figure. “It’s my fault that you won’t be able to experience a picnic.”
“It’s not a big deal,” You lightly patted her head. “I’ll be fine.”
“It is a big deal, your first time should be great, amazing, not at this dump,” Schmidt cut in, as you sent him a glare when Jess tightened her hold.
“It’s not so bad,” Cece spoke, her face showing one of disgust but her tone kinder.
“Uh yeah,” Winston began. “At least there is enough room for us to set our blanket down.”
“We still have a pack of beer, those taste good anywhere,” Nick continued.
“Really?” Jess looked up in your hold, sad eyes.
“Yeah, this is just great. We still have the spread Schmidt made, right?” You turned to the man who was tapping his foot repeatedly, muttering words of frustration to himself and gripping the basket harshly.
“This is not the place where my spread should make a appearance. It’s not worthy of all the effort and time I’ve put into-”
“Right, Schmidt?” You repeated as you could sense Jess’s mood saddening, sending him a threatening glare.
“Yeah, this is fine,” He whispered, Jess letting you go to walk out and start to spread the blanket on the grass.
You all followed, settling onto the fabric as Nick started to remove beers from the container, passing them along your group to all hear the satisfying opening noise and take a chug. Schmidt placed himself on the side of you, hesitantly taking out his spectacular spread of foods, ranging from different breads to unique cheese and fine jelly.
Winston kept trying to grab some of the food only to receive a hand slapping as Schmidt continued his organizing, trying to perfectly place the edible items onto the tray.
“All done,” He stuck his hands out, listening to claps sound about and small whistles as a sort of congratulation. “You must go first,” He commanded you, as you reached your hand over, picking up a item and ate it with a satisfied look.
“M, this jelly is amazing!” Cece complimented, eating a bit more with the low calorie crackers, mentioning more comments on how she had to model the next morning.
“This meat is so, so eloquent, I’m, I’m amazed,” Winston mentioned, eating down more as Jess and nick dug in as well, the two truly enjoying the nice platter and items that were offered, all while everyone was nursing their beers.
“You did a good job with this, thanks,” You turned to Schmidt, complimenting his work as he cheeks lit up to a faint pink.
He shook his head back and forth a bit, picking up another piece of food and started to move it towards your own lips, you dodged out of the way, watching how he fell over with his arm now hanging in Jess’s lap and chest in yours.
You all broke out into laughter, you also scrambling to push him away as he just sat with a grumpy features, shoving the food into his own mouth.
Eventually, you had all gathered off into groups. Jess and Cece deciding on going to try and look at some plants a bit of ways, yet still able to see them. Nick and Winston went off with their drinks, offering some to the other women at the crusty park, laughing at stupid jokes as their brains were now muddled with the bit of amount of alcohol they consumed.
You laid out on the picnic blanket, staring up at the darkening sky with a beer in your hand by your side. Schmidt soon got into the same position, laying right next to you, staring over into your eyes as you kept your glare straight above.
“Did you know the moon makes me ever more irresistible?” He inquired, a smile tugging at his lips as you let a laugh leave your own.
“I thought every light did that,” You turned your head to face him as he now chuckled.
“Well, yes, of course. But the moon shines down on my beautiful features so greatly, it makes it hard for any women to resist me.”
“Is that so? I don’t believe you.”
“Aren’t you feeling the need to kiss my plush, red lips right now, ones that are ready to open up an-”
“If we were at the apartment, that would be a jar moment,” You sat up now, taking a sip of your beer as Schmidt went into the same position.
“You ruined the moment.”
“There was no moment.”
“There could’ve been if this park was a bit nicer.”
“You’re still upset about that? I like it, reminds me of my own childhood, kind of comforting.”
“This, oh no, how could this be comforting?” You shoved his arm, him falling back into the blanket to quickly regain his posture once again, brushing off his shirt from invisible things. “Not cool.”
“You did a good job, this is a nice first picnic,” You continued on. “Better than going to a crowded park, crazy kids running all around and loud, barking dogs and annoying yoga moms.”
“They are the best part!”
“For you. For me, just getting to drink with friends in peace is, well it’s not the worst.”
“You were going to say it’s the best. Meaning that I would’ve been the best. I mean, makes sense I have impeccable game in the lower area, something you will eventually find out.”
“Schmidt, if you don’t shut up I’m going to go and get drunk with those Russian moms over there, and they have the good vodka.”
“Fine! I’m going to be quiet now, just going to be thinking about us and how amazing you’d look under me in this lighting.”
“You just had to-”
“I just had to, and, I just have to do this,” He leaned over, cupping your cheeks and planting his lips onto yours, letting them take in the feels as yours and his loved with each other’s.
It was for a short moment, but when you departed the look on his face could only be described as pure shock. “What was-”
“This light really does do something! You, you enjoyed it, you were going to put that hand on my chest I just know it!”
“Shut up!”
“You were wanting some more of Schmidt Lovin’, you were lovin’ up on the spectacular Schmidt. Your face was literally melting into my hand and-”
“Look at the flower we got! Took a bit of the journey but the purple color is so pretty!” Jess exclaimed, seating herself in the middle of you and Schmidt as Cece sat on the other side. “It belongs in your hair.”
“Oh, uh, thanks you two.”
“Why does Schmidt looked like he just saw some mom in yoga pants doing laundry with fresh linens?” Winston chuckled, walking back over as Schmidt just stared over at you and Cece with a look of love.
“No clue, snap out of it Schmidt!” You quickly muttered, leaning over to smack his cheek lightly as he shook his head, looking back at you as your friend stared questionably.
“You okay buddy?” Nick now asked, leaning onto him as he took a seat on the large blanket right by him. “Is this blanket not some silk from India or something?”
“It’s actually made of fleece from a shop in Sweden, they make very soft blankets,” He corrected, looking at his friend. “I just am mesmerized by the moon, that’s all,” He laughed, pointing up at it as Jess ‘awed’.
“It is kind of pretty,” Winston admitted, the six of you all admiring the view now. “I haven’t seen something like this since that romance movie Jess made us watch.”
“It’s late, and we’ve all had enough drinks to make us do some silly stuff,” You laughed, standing up and brushing off your pants, bending back over to try and gather some of the utensils to put back in the basket. “Let’s head home, I’ve got uh, a bunch of things to do tomorrow.”
“I thought you were going to the movies with us tomorrow?” Cece wondered.
“Yeah! I have that free coupon for five movie tickets!”Jess reminded you.
“Well, hey, if you have five, and it’s free, I’ll come,” Nick spoke, laying next to Jess as you and Cece were the only ones trying to clean up a bit, along with Schmidt.
“I’ve got a date with Shelby,” Winston dragged out her name, winking at you five as Nick just rolled his eyes. “Meaning I can’t go, you know?”
“You weren’t even invited,” Cece commented.
“Well, if I was going to be, then I wouldn’t come. Okay?”
“I’m free tomorrow, I’ll take the last ticket and I make a killer movie snack to go bag,” Schmidt declared.
“Great, the whole gang! Minus Winston with the girlfriend,” Jess spoke in her funny voice. “We’ll all go see a romance movie, together!”
“Together? With the guys? Thought this would be a girls thing?” You tried to clarify.
“Yeah, with the guys, don’t be nervous,” Jess waved her hand, standing up as well as everyone was now helping to pack up. “It’ll be fun!”
“Guess we’ll see each other once more,” Schmidt smiled over to you.
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summary: your time on cloverfield station has lead you to two conclusions: love is complicated and not everyone is who they seem
warnings: mutual pining, slight angst with a happy ending, mention of harm to others, one (1) german phrase that i'm pretty sure i butchered
a/n: did i write this all week when i should have been studying for my finals? yes. also, i saw this movie three years ago in chinese so i might have gotten some details wrong. english is not my first language so constructive criticism is encouraged. enjoy!
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As an engineer, you knew the importance of trial and error. However, you did not expect for it to keep you in space for nearly three year with seven other scientist. You all found a sense of family with each other, but you couldn't help the need of being on earth grow every day.
One crew member you payed particularly close attention to was Ernst Schmidt. You noticed the little things about him; like how he would comb his fingers through his hair when it fell to his face because he insisted on keeping it long, or when he would curse in his native tongue when he got frustrated with his work.
After a while, the whole station seemed to have caught on to your fondness for Schmidt, except the physicist himself. He was oblivious to the constant teasing by the other crewmates, thinking it was only because of how close you two were as friends.
However, he wasn't the only clueless person on the station. You had failed to notice all the advances that Schmidt had made — like his hands lingering on to yours for a second more when they touched, or always insisting on being paired with you when you all were sent to do assignments throughout the deck. He found your presence to be intoxicating, but didn't push too far in fear that you didn't feel the same way.
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The day before another test, you stayed in the dining room all night reviewing your calculations. You were almost positive that they were correct, but it would kill you if you were the one responsible for the accelerator being unsuccessful.
You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice how quiet the station was. You checked your wristwatch and it was well over midnight. Sleep wasn't a priority for you right now, but you knew you needed to be well rested for the test in a couple of hours.
Right as you were about to get up, Schmidt entered the room. His hair was messy and he was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. A pair of wire-framed glasses sat on his face, something he only wore when he forgot to put in his contacts — or in this case, retrieving an item from the kitchen at this ungodly hour. You forced yourself to look away, worried that you were starring at him for too long.
"Why are you still working? It's very late," he comments as he opens the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water.
"I'm just nervous about tomorrow. We don't have a lot of firings left and I want to get this right," you responded.
"You've been working non-stop for the past month, I'm certain you will do just fine," he reassured with a smile. "And if not, I will take over your post."
"The last time I checked, I had one more PhD than you."
"I'll catch up eventually, you know."
He was fidgeting with his water bottle, unsure how to prolong this conversation. "Let me walk you back to your quarters, you need the sleep."
Without hesitation, you rose from your chair and began walking beside him. Walking through the halls of the station at night usually made you uneasy, but Schmidt's presence made it slightly more comfortable. The heavy clanking of your steel-toed work boots contrasted the light thumps of his sneakers.
After a few more paces, you arrived at your room. You punched in your passcode and the door slid open.
"Well, this is my stop. Thanks for making sure I got back safely," you joked.
"Of course," he responded.
You could tell that he was also tired so you didn't want to hold him for too long. "Goodnight Schmidt," you bid.
"Goodnight liebling," he responded. He began walking back to his own room before you could process what he said.
"What does that mean?" you questioned.
"You'll understand soon enough," he answered without looking back.
Even though you were confused by his response, you closed your door and locked it. Exhausted, you fell onto your mattress without taking your boots or jumpsuit off. Within a few seconds you felt your eyelids getting heavy and slipped into your sleep.
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The control room was silent, worried that any movement or noise would cause the dial to turn in the unfavorable direction. The particle accelerator was fired less than a minute ago and the dial was slightly moving in between the red and green zones. This was first time the machine had been able to turn on and to have it successfully work would be nothing short of a miracle.
All of you held your breath as the dial began to turn again, this time in the green. Suddenly, it lowered significantly towards the safety levels.
It worked.
Cheers and laughter filled the room as you all celebrated the victory. After years of failures and dead-ends, the feeling of achievement was exhilarating.
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You were thrown into chaos when you got back to earth. After the return shuttle landed in the Atlantic, a helicopter took you all back to mission control in London. Everyday consisted of either physical test to make sure the artificial gravity didn't have any negative effects on your body, or press conferences about how the eight of you solved the energy crisis. You couldn't turn on the news without some mention of the Shepard, but you were just glad to be home.
By the end of the month, you and the rest of the crew were burned out, both mentally and physically. You, Tam, Hamilton, and Mundy decided to stay in London and lead a team at mission control to monitor the Shepard's status. Kiel, Acosta, and Volkov were to return to their families and respective countries tomorrow. You hadn't heard much from Schmidt, but you assumed that he would return to his life in Germany. Since today was the last day all of you be together for a while, Hamilton decided to take you all to a pub downtown.
You watched the others play, or at least attempt to play, billiards closely from the bar. Your feet were aching so you decided to sit down but you were still actively encouraging them. After a couple rounds, Schmidt walked over towards you.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked politely.
"It's all yours," you gestured. He pulled out the stool and sat with his back facing the tabletop. You notice his outfit, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of dark trousers. It was a change from his usual jumpsuit uniform and a polo shirt with jeans.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, letting the soft conversations of the pub fill the empty space between you. It was almost a bittersweet moment; one of the last moments you would spend together.
Almost as if he read your mind, he answered your thought. "I'm not going back to Germany," he said.
A sigh of relief rang through your head, but you still couldn't help but be curious about his decision. "Why not? You probably have hundreds of women lining up to be with the 'German man that saved the world'," you joked.
He was unresponsive to your comment as he gathered his thoughts. His demeaner changed and he shifted in his seat so that now he was facing you. "Can I make a confession?" he asked.
"Of course, Schmidt," you replied. Now you were worried that something was wrong. He wasn't one for serious conversations so you knew this was important.
"As you may know, my country has been trying to start a war with Russia for nearly a decade. When the Shepard was built, the government sent me as a spy to prevent it from working. I was suppose to send logs of my progress back to them, but I never did. The day before we activated the device, I received a transmission ordering me crash the station into the ocean with all crew member on board. If I go back to Germany, they will have me arrested for treason."
You were shocked by his words and couldn't think of anything to say. You knew that Schmidt would never betray the crew, and apparently the cost of that was being exiled from his own country.
He was now looking down on the floor, worried that he would see disappointment in your eyes if he looked up. "Can you please say something?" he pleaded.
"Why didn't you do it? You knew this was the result, yet you still made the sacrifice? Why?" you asked. You brought your hand to cup his face, tilting his gaze so he was now looking down at you. Your thumb ran over his cheek as an attempt to comfort him.
"I did it for you. And I would do it all again if it meant I could see your smile, even for just one more minute. I understand if you want nothing to do with me after today, but you deserve to know the truth."
It wasn't until now that you realized how close in proximity you were to him. You could smell the cologne he was wearing; citrus with a hint of firewood. Flammable items like fragrance and hairspray weren't allowed on the station, but you could still identify the scent as his own.
"I guess it's my turn to make a confession, right? To even things out," you half-whispered. You continued to move closer to him slowly, seeing if he showed any sign of resistance. His eyes were now fixed on your lips, and yours to his. Deciding to take the final step, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down.
The kiss was slow but filled with passion, the result of bottled up feelings for the past three year. He tasted like cigarettes and tap beer, exactly how you imagined him. His hands traveled down to your waist and attempted to pull you in as close as he could from the awkward position you both were in. A small moan escapes your lips from the contact, a sound that he found to be his favorite.
You pull away moments later to catch a breath of air. His quick breathing was in sync with yours and you let out a slight laugh of relief.
The intimate moment was interrupted by cheering and whistling coming from the billiards table. It was a mix of 'finally's and 'about time's. Your crewmates had a habit of embarrassing you and apparently it applied to public spaces as well. You put your head on Schmidt's shoulder to try to shield yourself from them.
"Should we go over there and say something?" you asked. The lighting in the pub wasn't great, but you could've swore you saw Mundy hand Tam £20.
"In a minute. I want to savour this moment for as long as possible."
Imagine: Pranking the boys (Nick, Schmidt and Winston) on Halloween
Not requested
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It was hard not to laugh when you heard three voices coming closer as they walked into the bathroom. Unsuspecting, the boys were about to do their morning routines. They must have assumed you were still sleeping.
You tightly held the rubber knife in your hand and adjusted your spooky mask over your face. Then, moving as fast as you could to startle them more, you jumped out from behind the shower curtain and screamed at them.
“Aaaaaaaaah!” Winston, Nick and Schmidt screamed in unison. Their startled noises only added to your crazed war cry.
When the room returned to silence, you laughed as they began breathing heavily and recovering from the scare. As they did, the three of them paused for a moment to exchange glances with each other.
“You should have seen your faces!” You exclaimed, taking your mask off and pointing at them to mock them, imitating their expressions.
Their gazes lingered on each other until they suddenly fell over you.
“Heeeey, it’s Y/N!” Winston grinned in spite of his hand pressed against his chest. “Nice prank!”
“Yeah, you really got me there, bud!” Nick joined in, patting your arm.
“Almost had a heart attack” Schmidt nodded, and despite his words, he was smiling wide.
“But... but you were so scared!” You complained, knowing what they were doing. They were winding you up on purpose. “You take the fun out of everything!”
The boys chuckled as you grumpily exited the room. It wasn’t until Winston told you something before you could leave that you remembered who you were dealing with. The prank master.
“Watch your back, Y/N” He warned you with a fake kind yet menacing tone. “It’s Halloween!”
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