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Hello, welcome to my oneshot book, if you find this in random tags that may be confusing to a certain fandom, then you've stumbled across my one-shot book! I made this since I get some idea's that seem to...
It was a normal and late night. However you weren't really a normal type of guy. You worked at no ordinary job, you worked a what people thought would be the best place in the world, Disney. Sure it was a good place, great pay and all. But that wasn't what kept you. A certain co-worker of yours it what kept you going all those years, it was Mickey Mouse, the female cartoon star.
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Some may call you lucky, but it really isn't all sunshine and rainbows with the job. You worked as both an actor and designer, so your job was always packed with work and work. But there was always one friendly face who kept you company. Right now you were at your desk, working on some new designs for the latest cartoon the company was producing.
Y/N: Yawn only a couple of more to go, then I can finally go home.
You said tired. It was late at night, but you were working overtime. You were the only one left in the building, besides a security guard or two. Suddenly a female voice spoke.
Mickey: How's the work going Y/N
Mickey mouse said. You were surprised by this but expected it since it was her home.
Y/N: It's going good, I have to get these designs for us all done by tonight so we can start shoot tomorrow.
Mickey: Sounds rough.
She said, pulling a chair up and sitting next to you. If it was anyone else, they would have freaked out if the company star, Mickey mouse was talking to them. But you never really let fame actually change your impression on her, you were nervous first time meeting her, assuming she might have only been about business, but after she introduced herself to your and seemed pretty chill, you lost all worry and saw he as a regular person, and a friend.
Y/N: Yeah, but the worst thing is they didn't give me clear instructions.
You said, checking some papers.
Mickey: Yeah they expect you to know what they want.
Y/N: I'm surprised I kept my job this long.
As soon as you said that, Mickey began breathing heavily as she seemed sad, she did not like the idea or mention of you ever loosing your job, and you knew that.
Y/N: You ok?
Mickey: Y-yeah . . . . J-just please never mention the idea of you L-losing you job again.
Y/N: ok, ok, I promise, you don't need to worry Mickey.
You said hugging her. She hugged back as you both formed a small blush.
Y/N: You ok now?
Mickey: Yeah.
You stopped hugging her and went back to your work. You were still troubled on what outfit you would have to design.
