Partners in Crime [Purple Guy x Reader]

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A/N: In this AU, by the way, things happened in the year 2000+! It's easier for me to write with the modern day technology. I can try to explain this AU I thought up of better in the description of the book.

Vincent laid in his bed, covering his shirtless body with his purple blanket. Glancing to his side he could only imagine you beside him. He imagined waking up to seeing your body besides his as he rolls over and hugs your own into his.

One day.

Work. Another dreadful day of work. With a stupid, greedy boss who craved ways to hide the horrors of what happened. Vincent wanted this damn company to burn. Oh, he'll get it to burn to the ground till it was nothing but ashes.

Grabbing his phone, he yawned as he swiped open the screen. No new messages. Then he clicked on the camera app. What would be a great way to start the day other than to send a hot shirtless selfie to the girl he loved?

Snapping a photo of him in bed with his messy hair, he then opened the messenger app and scrolled through to find your name.

It's been awhile since he had messaged you, too. Previous messages that were cluttered in the messaging app included ones from girls he had one night stands. Mostly met through online websites.

Finding your name in his phone, he chuckled at the nickname he had for you. Little Lamb. He felt as if he was a wolf and you were his lamb.

He then texted the photo to you along with a message saying: "Woke up like this. you like? ;)"

A few minutes past till you responded with: "Vincent!"

He chuckled at your response then typed: "You are always welcomed to touch this body. At any time you want."

Oh my god. You knew that work was gonna be something today after getting these messages.

"Stop...." you texted back.

Vincent chuckled as he put his phone down. He had to get ready for work.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After signing into work, (Y/N) went to see what her first duty of the day was. It was working at the booth from morning to noon. After that was your lunch then it swapped to monitoring the Haunting Fazbear Museum with Vincent. Great. Honestly now all you can imagine is him shirtless with his messy hair. You remembered how a few strands didn't care at all and stood up. 

"You're here!" Yelled a familiar voice. His words were followed by a chuckle then a huge grin growing on his face. "You! I decided a nickname for you. My little lamb." Vincent hugged you close, his hands instantly going for your hair and playing with your (H/C) locks. "So beautiful..." He whispered, zoning out to his imagination.

"Yo. What are you guys doing?" Another male walked in. Mike. "When did you two become an item? Thought you swore you'd never date him, (Y/N)."

"Oh things change, dear Mikey." Vincent purred.

"We're not dating." You quickly added in.

Vincent eyes rolled as he mumbled, "Yet."

"Seems he's trying to force his way into your love life. You're on your own." Mike stated then walking out.

"All mine..." He whispered into your ear, hands traveling down the sides of your body before he ran fingers against your waist

"A-Ah.. Stop!" You cried out in laughter.

"So cute! So ticklish!" He had to laugh along as he continued to tickle your sides. "Little lamb, you cannot get any cuter! Or maybe you can and this is just the start of how cute you are!"

"So I wanted to swear something to you, little lamb," Vincent said, "I'm gonna commit to you. I'm used to one night stands but, you, darling, are a special case where I'll give up that life. After all, we're partners in crime."

You were unsure of how much truth was said in those words. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"I'll just have to prove it then! just watch me! Won't flirt with anyone but you today, little lamb!" He declared.

You had to chuckle. "We'll see."

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Jealousy was burning up in Vincent. If it was possible to hear how much it was boiling it would be like how a pot of water gets after ten minutes and being left on high.

An old classmate was at the booth you were at.

"So I heard you and (Ex) broke up. I... figured that if you don't plan to get back with them then maybe we can go on a date?" The words were hard to say. Then quickly your classmate said, "Cause I always really liked you!"

To be honest you don't remember this person much. You graduated two years ago. Dated your ex for two years, sometime before graduation.

Vincent had to intervene. "Sorry kid. But this little lamb here is going on a date with me."

Oh the hostility that came out of your former classmate's voice, "I didn't ask you." The words had venom in them.

"I was just helping out dear (Y/N), oh I know how troubling it can be to reject someone. Especially in a public place." Vincent replied, staring down at the person.

"Vincent, please." You signed. "Um. I'm sorry but I do have to reject. Not because of Vincent but I honestly barely remember who you are." The last sentence said with some form of shame.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After lunch, you looked around for Vincent. The two of you had to take the next job on together. Once you found him you took note of the woman he was speaking to. He too had took notice of you, his little lamb.

"Sorry, but... it was just a one night thing." Vincent told the woman. "I'm not interested in this whole getting to know you thing."

He had this 'help me' expression screaming across his face.

You walked on over to Vincent, looking up at her. "Vincent, who is this?"

He had to be honest. If he wanted to show (Y/N) he can be trusted, he had to say the truth. "A former one night stand." He then turned to the woman. "Listen. I'm not doing anything to further that one night we had. I don't even remember your name! I'm already in a relationship anyways with this beautiful girl." He meant you.

What? You prayed this wouldn't get rumors starting.

"Whatever Vincent!" The woman said in frustration.

After she had left, he took a sigh of relief before swirling around and hugging you tightly. "Mine. My home, my safety..." He mumbled.

"Vincent..." You said softly. "Why?"

"Well! We are going to date. I just know we are. Plus my former one night stands can be annoying so I gotta tell them I'm done, and moved on." Vincent said.

Shaking your head, you just shrugged it off. "Come on, let's get to the job."