#name comes from that one fnaf song

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Your heart is pounding and it can't be stopped

The red queen is dead! Unfortunately, her Overblot is an even more fearsome foe.

(Twst au where Overblots are apocalyptic events)

Riddle Rosehearts was dead.

Yuko had not seen the body, but she knew this to be true.

Would there even be a body? What had Crowley once told them about Overblots? They would drain the Host of power, like a soda can that would inevitably be discarded. Does that mean that the body would be tossed aside, that maybe one day they could go back and bury the poor boy? Would it simply disappear the moment there was no more mana, nothing left of the boy except for a rampaging monster? Or would the body stay there, attached to the front of it, until it decayed naturally?

Did it even matter, anymore?

A high scream met their ears.

They didn’t stop to let themselves wonder whether they recognized the voice.

Her breathing came in short, aborted gasps. Deuce’s hand, wrapped around her own, was gripping her so tightly that it was starting to hurt. Blot hung heavy in the air, thick blobs of inky blackness threatening to choke them. Her feet stumbled over cobbled streets. Ace’s collar glinted in the red-tinted sun as he struggled to tug it over his head with a newfound fervor. The trees creaked and groaned as they were ripped out of the ground one by one by the queen on a hunt. Flames spilled from Grim’s mouth as he followed at their heels, painting the world behind them in flames in hopes of slowing it. People cried out as they were found. First in surprise, then terror, then anguish and then pain and then –.

Their little group of four stumbled through the mirror.

It was as if they had stepped into another world.

The ripping, tearing sounds they had been listening to for the better part of an hour came to a halt all at once. No one was running, no one was screaming. Their peers sent their group strange looks, all hopelessly unaware of the monster that was now in their midst.

For just a moment, their group of four lingered there, a heap of teens, breathing heavy in a way that was either just regular overexertion or the beginnings of a panic attack. So shaken by the sudden change they almost forgot what was going on in the sheer strangeness of it all.

“You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost,” a Savanaclaw second-year student commented, teasing.

“No,” Ace said, his laugh bordering on manic as it spilled from his lips. “Those are in Ramshackle, not Heartslabyul, idiot!”

Yuko wanted to join him. Laughing seemed like much more fun than whatever it was she was doing, planning and trying to figure out a way to defeat a monster that was so much more powerful than she could even dream to be.

Then she glanced back, at the mirror.

Cater held his hands up, yelling something that was inaudible to those not in the Heartslabyul pocket dimension, winking at something they couldn’t see.

A tree speared him through the chest. He choked on his usual smile. He coughed, blood speckling the untainted trunk in front of him.

The clone dissolved into nothing.

A distraction, perhaps, so people could run to find safer places to hide for the moment.

She had the sinking feeling that the plan was actually to lead the Overblot to the mirror. That he wanted to use the rest of the school as bait, just so he could live.

She turned to the innocent bystanders.

“Rosehearts-senpai has Overblotted,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite the way her heart thudded in her chest in time to the deceptively cheery kids song that was Painting the roses red.“He is coming. Believe me. Or don't, I couldn't care less. But we all need to run.”

It wasn’t hard to believe her.

The Overblot approached the place where the clone had fallen, the ink sloshing over the top of its jar with every lumbering step, painting the cobbled stone path black. It knelt to scoop up the tree, gently cradling it in its fingers for a moment. Blood rubbed off on its white gloves.

Dully, Yuko thought that, at least, Riddle’s ghost could at least be glad that those damn roses were finally red.

It turned to look at them them. Without a Riddle hanging on the front, screaming and crying, it was strangely eerie, to look at a faceless being, and yet know that its eyes are locked solely on you.

With intent.

It hefted the tree in its hand, preparing to throw it.

They didn’t wait to see whether or not the tree would be able to make it through the mirror.

Shoes skidded on tile as they took off running again.

People scrambled in every direction. Towards the safety of their own dorms. Trying to find a way out. A place to hide. Anything that might save them. The more they spread out, the more of them that would survive. They knew this all intrinsically.

They also knew that those who got caught would die alone.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Ace said, leading their group through the halls with ease. Despite how little time they had spent at the school so far, he knew the layout like the back of his hand. “We need to get out of here.”

“Come up with that plan on your own?” Deuce snarked.

“I’m fucking sorry do you have a better one?”

Yuko groaned. “Not the time, guys.”

They grumbled and fell silent, instead focusing on getting out the doors.

Crowds of people, heading about their days like normal, seemed confused by the group of teens that were set on getting out of the building without paying any mind to the people they might end up trampling along the way. Maybe they thought they were running from Riddle’s punishments. They wouldn’t be entirely wrong, if that was what they were guessing, but they didn’t know the full extent of things.

She should tell them the full extent.

Ace met her eyes and, briefly, in a motion so small it was almost lost in the steady bounce of pounding footsteps, shook his head.

Her voice died in her throat.

They both knew that the more people the Overblot encountered, the more it would be distracted from chasing them. That the more people they warned, the harder it would be to push through crowds, to stick together, to get away and be sure that everyone else had escaped, too.

They stepped out onto the grounds without uttering a word of warning.

Mud squished beneath their feet as they ran. It had rained earlier that morning, but now the sky was sunny. Deceptively, it was a nice day out. It felt wrong.

It was hot. The sun beat down on them relentlessly.

They were out in the open.

Others rushed into the woods, hoping to find comfort and safety with the trees as cover, but they had forgotten the dangerous wildlife and poisonous and venomous plants that would prove to be just as fatal as the Overblot. No, they had to leave, that was the only chance they had of making it out of this alive.

It would just require them running across an open field in broad daylight. It wasn’t a short sprint, either.

In the back of their minds, they knew that their school was on an island, so they probably wouldn’t be able to get away in the long run even if they did, by some stroke of luck, make it off campus. But they didn’t care. They just wanted more time.

Time they didn’t seem to have.

“AaaaAaaaCe TrrrRaaaappolA!” the creature roared from somewhere within the castle. Blot spilled from a tower window, which was helpful for trying to figure out where it had gone, but unsettling in that it was heading up the Astronomy tower, a place with an open roof and a view of the entire campus grounds. It was getting the high ground, trying to spot them. Even when lost to the blot, nothing that was formed from Riddle Rosehearts could be entirely stupid.

They were going to be found.

Ace turned a few shades more pale.

“What do you guys think are the chances we all misheard that?” he tried.

“Nonexistent,” said Grim.

Ace gave another laugh. It was bitter, unsettling, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. It was at this very moment that she remembered that the Queen of Roses was said to be a tyrant, yes, but that her subjects were also said to be mad.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop, and he looked at her with wide, imploring eyes.

Their friends slowed as well, though they looked no happier.

“We can’t, we can’t stop,” Grim said. As a fire monster, he couldn’t cry, but it sounded like he was getting as close to it as was possible for him.

She ignored him. She knelt and grabbed two handfuls of mud, and then dumped them over Ace’s head.

He shrieked, indignant and disgusted as brown ran down the back of his neck, seeping under his collar. “Wh – what are you –?”

“Hair’s recognizable. Need to cover it.”

His eyes widened and he practically dove into the ground, rolling in the mud. Dirtying his hair and collar. If there was one thing she could respect about the boy, it was that he was surprisingly quick on the uptake, when he wanted to be.

Next, she shoved brown into Deuce’s hands.

“Do you even know what mud is –?” he started to ask.

“No, and I couldn’t care less.”

He grimaced, but started combing his fingers through his hair to dye it.

She briefly pressed her hands to the back of her own neck, allowing the excess, cool mud to bring her down before she could overheat.

That dealt with, she knelt beside Grim, who was shaking like a leaf despite the heat and exhaustion. Carefully, she ran her fingers through his fur. He complained about the mud, but ultimately leaned into her touch regardless.

She pressed a kiss to the top of her familiar’s head.

He leapt into her arms, and she shouldn’t have had enough strength to carry him, and yet she did. The monster looped his arms around her neck, hugging her close, and he half-sobbed into her shoulder.

“We’ll make it out of this,” she promised. “And we’ll tell everyone that you, the Great Lord Grim defeated the nasty Overblot, and you’ll be the greatest mage in the world at age, like, one and a half.”

Grim, for once, didn’t take the opportunity to spout off about his greatness.

He trembled in her arms.

She thought he was falling apart at the seams.

She thought she felt the same.

But she didn’t have time for any of that. She was the smart one, the one who had figured out what to do at the mines, and she would figure out what to do here, too. Her parents had named her Yuko – helpful child – and she was going to help her friends get out of this damned school. And then she was going to figure out how to make a portal back to her own world, and drag these three idiots along with her so they wouldn’t have to experience anything as dangerous as this ever again.

It was what they deserved.

(It was a pipe dream and she knew it.)

Only once they got what they deserved would she allow herself to finally break down.

For now, she had problems to solve.

Eventually, finally, the pair of mages she called her friends were entirely average-looking, unrecognizable.

Just in time, too, because the Overblot finally reached the top of the Astronomy tower. It stood upon the precipice, leaning over, spilling black down the sides.

Yuko covered Grim with her school uniform jacket, hiding his flaming ears and electric blue eyes from view.

The Overblot peered over the grounds. For a moment, its gaze landed on them.

It continued on.

It didn’t find what it was looking for.

It screamed, frustrated, and leapt directly from the tower. The ground, already unsteady and muddy beneath their feet, shook.

It paid their shouts of surprise (and horror as it sunk in just how large the thing was) no mind. Instead, it turned and ran into the forest, bowling over trees as it went.

For just a moment, none of them even dared to breathe.

They looked at each other, wondering if they had all imagined it. Whether the stress had broken their minds already.

Surely, they couldn’t actually be escaping.

Deuce grinned widely, too widely, it didn’t fit his face at all.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and jerked her to her feet, pulling her back into a run. Grim curled tighter in her arms, trying to make himself more aerodynamic since they were not risking stopping even if just for a few seconds so she could put him down. Ace followed after them, hot on their heels.

The gates came into view.

A breathless laugh escaped her. She almost couldn’t believe it.

She shouldn’t have.

They couldn’t even get within three meters of the gates.

A forcefield no one had ever noticed before – no one had ever been this desperate to leave before – glimmered purple as they bounced off of it, the four of them tumbling back into the grass.

It was deathly silent.

They were… stuck.

In here.

With the monster that was actively calling for one of their heads.

They rushed forward, fists pounding against the forcefield, desperate wails spilling from their throats, begging that somehow someone would pass by and hear and be able to help.

No one came.

Yuko sunk to her knees.

“We’re doomed,” she breathed.

“No. Nonono! Yuko, don’t say that! You have to have a plan!” Deuce almost begged. “You always have a plan.”

She stared at the wrought iron in front of her. At the trees they could see through the bars, at the safety that was so close and yet so far.

“I – I don’t know.”

[theclassiccherry]

class 2-a misc. headcanons

hey, I'm cherry. welcome. recs are open if you're interested. much love, drink some water, and take care babe. (also, a lot of this turned into their music tastes, so??)

tw: language, but that’s expected w me

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-Todoroki and Momo are both well traveled, having been to multiple countries, and at one point or another becomes something the two share about with one another.

-Deku absolutely had a fnaf phase.

-It's canon Bakugou likes romance novels; however, sharks I present to you: Bakugou watches Bridgerton. Send tweet.

-Mina has a fake and has used it to buy alcohol; however, this doesn't work so well after the sports festival after she's disclosed as a first year.

-I saw someone posted that Bakugou is a Kendrick Lamar fan, so whoever originally posted that, full credit to you (if you know, please comment and I'll tag them) -- I'd like to add he's a Future, Metro, 21 Savage, and The Weeknd fan as well, and you bet your ass he's training to The Hills, 10 Freaky Girls, and Mask Off.

-Bakugou has a skin care routine.

-Kirishima knows 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield by heart. If it gets played, he gets into that shit.

-There's a speaker system in Gym Gamma, and everyone takes turns on aux whenever there's a class practice. Songs that get played most are as follows:

Surround Sound by JID, 21 Savage, and Baby Tate

Without Me by Eminem

Literally anything that's by Rihanna, Pitbull, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, or Blackpink

m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar

10 Freaky Girls by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin

Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

(idk I feel like rap goes hard when you're training to kick ass, yk)

Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (one of kiri's favorite songs)

yk Smooth Operator by Sade too 😭

-After the drake disses, no one is allowed to play drake, it gets vetoed almost immediately. however when not like us comes on, everyone holds the 'A MINORRR' and it's fucking gold

-Bakugou, Mina, Jirou, and Kirishima are primarily in control of the music cause the class tends to like whatever they play, but if enough people yell skip, the song gets vetoed.

-Deku could roast the shit out of someone if he chose to, like if you put him in Wild'n'Out he'd gut bitches, he's just too nice and keeps his mouth shut 99.9% of the time. Considering he knows so much about people, their habits, and quirks, he's also unintentionally got dirt on people. All of saying is, Deku could 1000% pull a Kendrick Lamar and end someone's career if he just decided to.

-Inko Midoriya brings food over to the class dorms for those who choose to remain in the dorms. She's the emergency contact for like, half of the class, and is essentially everyone's mom. If something's wrong, Momma Midoriya is already in the mom van and on the way.

-Mitsuki is a wine mom. Tell me I'm wrong. I'll wait.

-Kirishima has like, 50 flavors of protein powder. it's all stacked neatly on a shelf in his dorm.

-Kaminari has been banned from the kitchen, he's too much of a liability once he starts 'cooking'.

-Sato keeps a cookie jar, and bakes fresh cookies every couple days - it lives in the kitchen off to the side. He's also just really laid back, and if you're on your cycle and have a specific pastry you're craving, if you ask, he'll make it for you fresh if he has the time.

-Kirishima is a hugger and if you've had a bad day, and need a hug, just hug him. He'll sit there and hold you as long as you need, stating it's, "manly to hug it out!"

-Deku also gives amazing hugs, but is too shy to do so with people he's not close with.

-Mina and Hagakure host dance parties every Friday night for the girlies. No boys are allowed, but Aoyama is invited because he's fabulous.

-Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero play Fortnite and COD together. Kirishima called them the 'Baku-squad' once and that's when that term was first coined by the group (in my headcanons). Bakugou secretly likes that it's named after him.

-Deku, Tsu, Uraraka, Todoroki and Ilda have a Minecraft server together. Deku built a massive All Might and proceeded to live in it, Tsu has a hut by the mangroves, Uraraka lives in the cherry biome, and then Todoroki and Ilda have this really organized massive house in a spruce forrest. When everyone saw it for the first time, they all went, "holy shit...". Lest to say it soon becomes the HQ of the server when they suit up for the ender dragon fight.

-Speaking of Minecraft, Deku builds the most elaborate red stone you've ever seen, but cannot explain how and what he built to save his life. He also owns all of the Minecraft books that came out in like, 2016.

-Aizawa lives on Melatonin gummies, black coffee, and shear force of will. I also feel like at one point in his early 20s he smoked cigarettes then quit.

-Sero's hammock is something he keeps as a privilege after Bakugou broke it.

-Bakugou just happens to 'make too much' food and happens to make sure his friends have eaten properly.

-Present Mic is a die hard Mitsuki fan.

-Aizawa genuinely loves his students and does little things for them. Like at graduation, there's a small note from him to each student in their diplomas for them to find later. It's personalized for each of them, but he gives his personal contact to all in case they ever need anything (he would drop everything and help but he won't say that out loud).

-If Bakugou or Midoriya ever got ahold of Thor's hammer, they'd both be worthy. Bakugou more-so at the end of the series than the beginning. Kirishima could also lift it depending on the situation.

-Mineta's been sent to detention multiple times for looking up things he should NOT be googling on the school WiFi. Aizawa is really sick of his shit, he refuses to even look at the links anymore cause it's bad, and so he just lectures him like a hopeless parent and then gives the Chromebook back lmao

-Aizawa uses his body wash as face wash and has flawless skin.

-If Denki was a vine, he’d be the *calling roll call* “Uh, Shithead?” “It’s pronounced shi-thead”

copyright © @theclassiccherry

[celestialalpacaron]

Ayo, someone by the name of Curly-B-Blog is redlining art of yours from 2020 (while pretending that it's actually Sai Scribble's work), and kind of being a dick about it. just thought you should know.

You know, originally I was just gonna brush it off, but then I went back to look at my old SU art from 2020 and did so much self reflection from then till now.

I think this was around the time I was just learning how to do perspective and tried to use the perspective tool on Procreate for the first time? :0 and I remember telling Sai “Sai I have this STUPID idea, I CANT believe it this stupid joke it’s so DUMBBBB, it’s living rent free in my BRAIN I SWEAR THIS IS GONNA BE SO STUPID DCIUWHEFIUWHIRFUIW4F” and being super excited to show her the finished product. People still think Sai created the Cursed Skin Gloves comic and I think it’s hilarious wjhwnuhwijwuiw

The comic was received very well and it made LOTS of people laugh and I’m still proud of this comic to this very day! :D and tbh if it wasn’t for my obsession for Sai’s Switcheroo AU I never would have found my passion in comic work! (love you you stinky hoe @saiscribbles 🩷)

HOWEVER…. I definitely still had lots to learn! I wasn’t very good at perspective at the time I’ll admit, but I was definitely having lots of fun learning :3

And throughout the past 4 years, ALOT has happened.

I graduated from college with TWO fancy pieces of expensive papers in Visual Development in Animation and Illustration learning from Will Kim and Jeff Soto, and as a I was working with the funny voice man Cougar MacDowall as a comic/story artist and reached in total around 7 million views for my fan series FNAF Security Malware Breached (it was even #21 on the trending list around the time of my birthday 🩷 what a lovely gift), had an insane opportunity to work with Mike Geno and with the voice cast from The Amazing Digital Circus for a fan song as a background and character asset artist, Vivienne Medrano liking and sharing my silly Overlord Husk AU comics, currently on my route to getting my certificate from Aaron Blaise’s Character design program and graduating from Marc Brunet Art School, and now I am completing my first year as professional colorist and art assistant for my storyboard and comic mentor Michelle Lam, aka Mewtripled! (Also I’ll be heading out to Lightbox Expo 2024 on October 26 with Michelle and the team so if y’all ever wanna meetup hahahajaj wink wink wink wink wink)

So you can say I learned ALOT and I enjoyed every minute of what I do :D I try to be humble about my accomplishments because blah blah being humble good yes yes but this time I wanna be selfish and say HELL YEAH I DID ALL THIS!!! AND IM SO EXTREMELY PROUD OF MYSELF FIUGEIURGERGGRS

Now here’s my most recent comic page that I posted like 2 days ago without the text.

That’s pretty freakin wild to me, I can’t believe I used to draw Steven Universe art like that back in 2020 LOL LIKE GUYS I DREW THIS!! WITH!!! MY HANDS!!! IS THAT NOT INSANE!!!???

Anyways moral of the story:

Learn from everyone and everything! Yes, even then mean ones too! If you can learn to work with anyone, I promise you’ll get to where you want to be faster. People can be a little mean on the internet, but that shouldn’t stop you from being where you want to be in the future. I’m so EXTREMELY grateful for all the opportunities and to all the kind professionals who were willing to give me a chance. Seriously, I’m so graciously thankful for everything, and I hope everyone here will support me and my silly little comics I will do now and in the future!

And one more thing:

Don’t be a jerk. Be to be nice to everyone :D nothing good comes out when you’re bad to everyone.

[d3adp00ls]

Omg what if Vanessa x reader where they are married and they have a nice slow day where they are on ther periods or something and are super clingy and touchy and make cake or something

Heart To Heart

Vanessa (fnaf movie) x reader

Summary: See request

Contents: Pure fluff like seriously I’m single and writing this shit made me feel lonely, periods, so that means talk of blood, Vanessa is literally me in the beginning, food fights, attempt at baking, tickle fight, kisses, i want someone like this.

Word count: Go to McDonalds and ask for a double quarter pounder with fries and chicken nuggets with bbq sauce, the cashier should then tell you what the word count is.

side note: I got carried away ngl and now it’s less of a period fic than it is just a goofy fluff fic and I’m sorry about that anon 😅if you don’t like this one feel free to request another period fic and I can definitely try again. ALSO, I WAS LISTENING TO HEART TO HEART BY MAC DEMARCO ON REPEAT WHILE WRITING THIS, AND ISTG THAT SONG MAKES ME FEEL THINGS!!

Side note #2: I hate cake…I STILL WROTE ABOUT CAKE THO CUZ I KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT (kudos to my older sister for teaching me when I was younger)…but I hate it it tastes like dirt with frosting on it I never liked it. ALSO AS YOU CAN SEE HOW USED MY BIG BRAIN AND REALIZED I COULD NAME THE STORY AFTER THE SONG I PLAYED ON REPEAT LIKE A GENIUS.

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The warm sunlight poured in through the windows, casting a gentle glow over you and Vanessa as you snuggled in your shared bed. Your bodies were entwined beneath the soft covers, and as the light stirred you awake, you nuzzled your face into Vanessa's chest. She responded by pulling you closer and resting her head on top of yours. Just as you were about to drift back to sleep, a loud noise jolted you both awake. With puzzled expressions, you sat up and looked at the bedside table where the noise was coming from.

"Did you forget to turn off your alarm?" you asked, watching as Vanessa reached over to turn it off.

"I must have," she groaned, hitting the alarm button to silence it.

You got out of bed, ready to start your day. Vanessa watched as you gathered a towel, one of her oversized shirts, and some comfortable clothing before she spoke up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, still sounding sleepy.

"I'm going to freshen up, I feel like I've bled all over the sheets," you replied, your voice slightly hoarse from just waking up.

Vanessa hummed in response, rearranging the sheets you had been lying on. She looked up at you with a concerned expression.

"There's no blood, my love," she reassured you, causing you to smile at her thoughtfulness.

"Still, I think it would be best if I shower now," you said with a hint of amusement. Vanessa moved to sit on your side of the bed and reached out for you to come closer.

"Please, can you stay in bed a little longer? If you happen to bleed, I'll clean it up," she pleaded, her voice still muffled from burying her face in your stomach.

"I don't want to get up right now," she whined, and you couldn't help but giggle at her adorable pout.

"It's already 12 pm, love. We've already missed half the day," you reminded her, causing her to groan.

"So what? We've worked hard all week, we deserve these few days off," she argued, crossing her arms and looking at you with a defeated expression.

"That's true," you agreed with a soft smile. You took a step back, causing her to let go of you, and she pouted even more.

"But you know what else is fun to do when we're both on our monthly cycle?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"What?" Vanessa grunted, her arms still crossed.

"Taking a shower and baking a cake with the person you love most," you said, watching as her eyes widened in surprise.

"But if you'd rather stay in bed all day, that's fine too," you added with a shrug, before turning and walking towards the bathroom. You could hear Vanessa rustling around in the bedroom before she ran after you with a cheeky smile.

"I thought you wanted to sleep in," you teased, looking at her playfully as you took off your shirt.

"I wanted to sleep in with you. Plus, I don't want to leave you alone while you shower," she said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before undressing alongside you.

"Oh totally," you replied with a laugh, turning on the water in the shower.

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"Okay, so now we need four room-temperature eggs that have been separated," Vanessa calls out to you as you grab the eggs from the counter and a bowl.

"Wait, separated? Do you mean in different bowls?" you ask, looking at the eggs and the one bowl you had taken out.

Vanessa laughs and you look up at her, confused. She shakes her head with a smile and puts down the baking book she was reading from before moving to stand behind you.

"No, my love, separatied means separating the yolk from the egg whites. Can you hand me an egg?" she playfully whispers in your ear.

You hand her an egg and she stands next to you, cracking it against the counter and separating the yolk from the egg white by passing it between the two shells until only the yolk remains.

"See? It's not that difficult," she says with a smile, breaking you from your trance. You return the smile and say, "Yeah, I've got this."

As you continue to separate the eggs and put them in the bowl, Vanessa moves around the kitchen, preparing the other ingredients.

"Done!" you exclaim, looking at Vanessa. She curses under her breath and you drop the empty egg shells in shock. Vanessa had accidentally dropped the flour on her head while reaching for it on the top shelf. You cover your mouth to stifle the laugh that wants to escape as you watch her.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just excited to do this right and-" Before you can finish apologizing, Vanessa throws the rest of the flour on you, causing you to gasp in surprise. You stand in shock as she laughs.

"Nessa! What the hell?" you exclaim, surprised. Vanessa continues to laugh as you grab one of the egg yolks from the counter and smear it on her face. She stops laughing as you rub the yolk on her face, then wipes it away to look at you with a playful glare.

"Now you're in trouble," she says, grabbing the rest of the yolks and smushing them on your face. You groan and wipe the yolk off, spitting out any that got into your mouth.

Vanessa continues to laugh as you complain about the yolk in your mouth. She runs to get towels and two glasses of water before returning and handing you a towel. You wipe your face and apologize for laughing, then pick up one of the glasses of water and pour it on Vanessa's head, causing her to gasp and close her eyes.

"Y/n!" she shouts, and you laugh as you run away. Vanessa wipes her face with her sleeve before chasing after you and tackling you onto the couch.

"Hey, stop! You're going to get the couch wet and dirty," you say, laughing as she tickles you. Vanessa finally stops and walks away for a moment, giving you time to catch your breath. But before you can, she comes back with the other glass of water. You try to protest, but she throws the water on you before you can finish. You groan as she giggles and says, "Now we're even."

"Let's go finish this cake," Vanessa says, laughing as she walks back to the kitchen. You call out that you'll get her back and fall back onto the now-wet couch, not caring if it gets any dirtier.

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You lay snuggled up against Vanessa on the couch as an old romance show played on the television. She had her arms wrapped around you as you picked at the remnants of cake on your plate, gazing absentmindedly at the TV. Vanessa's lips snapped you out of your daydream as she planted a soft kiss on your head, causing you to smile and look up at her.

"Hi," you say with a smile, and she smiles back before nodding towards the plate in your hand.

"Are you going to finish that?" she asks, and you look down at the plate before shaking your head and playing with the plastic fork.

"Nah, do you want the last bite?" you offer, looking back up at her. She nods eagerly, and you hand her the plate.

"Can you feed it to me, though?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what she's up to, but ultimately nod and move to straddle her. As you hand her the fork, she grabs your leg and pulls it over her waist, holding onto your waist as you lean down to feed her the last bite of cake.

"This is extra, you could have just taken the plate from me," you comment, slightly annoyed but unable to hide your smile.

"I know, but you look cute when you're flustered," Vanessa teases, smirking up at you. You playfully roll your eyes before planting a quick kiss on her lips.

"Let's go shower now," you say, trying to get up, but Vanessa's grip on your waist tightens.

"One more kiss," she pleads, and you sigh, knowing she won't let you go until you comply. You give her a tight-lipped smile before leaning down to give her another quick kiss, but she surprises you by deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth. You moan against her lips as you taste the cake on her tongue.

As the kiss intensifies, you feel Vanessa's hand move from the back of your head to rest on your cheek, and she breaks the kiss, her thumb lightly tracing your bottom lip. You catch your breath, looking down at her with a dazed expression.

"Do you still want to shower?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye, and you shyly nod, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

"But we should take one together to save water," you suggest, your voice muffled against her skin. Vanessa hums in agreement, her voice teasing as she replies, "Sure, just because you want to save water."

You can't help but smile against her neck as you lift your head to look at her with a mock serious expression.

"Vanessa, that's gross. We both have our periods," you say, feigning disgust at what she was suggesting. But Vanessa just shrugs, not fazed by your comment.

"So what?" she replies with a smirk, and you can't help but laugh at her nonchalant response.

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Tbh idk if this is short or long but I can tell you it sucks ass but I’m so fucking tired with school and shit I got lazy at the ending and I’m so sorry abt that 😭 I promise future fics won’t be this ass.

[sundrop-writes]

Ghosting

Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you.

Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie (and features spoilers for the plot).

Word Count: 3,700

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this fic contains major spoilers for the film - so if you haven't watched it yet and you're just here for Josh Hutcherson being sad and beautiful (and if you want to watch the film unspoiled) be warned; this fic does use Y/N; this fic is almost pure angst - the beginning is fluffy, but that only exists to make the angst hurt more; this fic does not have a happy ending; hurt, no comfort; this fic has mentions of Mike's past traumas and him having symptoms of PTSD; the reader is a mother figure to Abby; Mike refers to the reader as his 'wife' (in his mind, not in dialogue); Mike is in love with the reader (and it's implied that she knows this/can sense his feelings) but he doesn't get a chance to actually confess to her and they aren't in a romantic relationship at any point during this fic; (uh, kind of spoiler for the fic but this was in the prompt/request) - major character death: the reader character dies after being stabbed by Springtrap/William Afton/The Yellow Rabbit (gotta love fnaf - when a character has that many names); mentions of blood; descriptions of violence - descriptions of the fight between Afton and Mike, descriptions of the reader being stabbed by Afton; Abby is there to witness the reader's death; idk what the other warnings are aside from major angst - this will be an emotional gut punch. Anyway, please enjoy it lmao.

A/N: The title of this fic comes from the song Ghosting by Mother Mother. I was listening to different songs trying to pick a title, and I really like how this one fits. How their romantic love was like a ghost in their lives - not discussed, but felt between the both of them, and after she's gone, she becomes a ghost in his life.

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Mike woke up to the smell of pancakes. 

Typically, mornings were his least favorite time of day. Seeing as he was the kind of person who didn’t sleep well, didn’t sleep at all, or found himself consumed by nightmares when he did - most mornings, he was too tired to comprehend the world around him. Mornings were a chaotic mess for him as he tried to pull himself back from the brink of insanity while operating his sluggish body with far too little energy until he got some coffee into his system. He came to resent mornings, as for him, they existed only in a dreadful haze. 

And he rarely ate a proper breakfast because of it. Most of the time, his ‘breakfast’ consisted of a large cup of coffee and a few pieces of Eggo waffle that he would snag off of Abby’s plate going out the door as he scolded her for not finishing it all. 

The second that the pleasant smell of freshly cooked food reached his nose, his stomach growled. 

Through the sleepy fog of his brain, hearing voices - multiple voices - coming from down the hallway, he realized that it wasn’t just Abby and some muffled cartoon characters from the TV. 

“Which one?” Abby posed, her voice bright and curious as ever. 

“Personally… I like the red sweater. It matches the red laces in the shoes you picked,” You replied, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the sizzling of the pan. 

You were helping her pick out her clothes. Abby would have never wanted Mike’s help on the subject. So often she scoffed at him if he suggested that he could help her put her hair in a ponytail or if he told her that she should put on a jacket if it was cold outside. But she asked you for your advice about clothes because she admired you. She thought you were pretty, as she had told Mike on multiple occasions (not so subtly hinting that he should date you). 

Mike heard footsteps thundering down the hallway as Abby rushed to her room to get dressed, likely carting along the clothes you had helped to pick. He distantly wondered how you had gotten into the house before he was even awake. 

And then, he remembered - a few weeks ago, he had given you a key to his place. 

It was something that had come after he had accidentally locked his own set of keys in the car, his mind jumbled and forgetful after not having much sleep the night before. And with the evening ticking on and the takeout you had picked up for the three of you quickly getting cold in your hands (everyone eager to simply get into the house and eat) - Mike had been hit with the realization that any solutions to unlock the car - the spare key, a metal coat hanger, a phone to call a mechanic - were all locked in the house. 

So he had hoisted Abby in through her bedroom window (after scolding her for not locking it) and gotten her to unlock the front door. And shortly after that, he had given you a house key, because generally, you were better with things like that. 

You were much more organized - your mind a clear, calm palace compared to the chaos that Mike often found himself swamped in. You were someone who worked incredibly well under stress, and that was why Mike valued you so much in his life. Right from a childhood where the two of you had pulled pranks together and he had been copying your homework, to the time he had leaned on you during the initial stress of Garett’s disappearance - up until now. When he was a messy, disorganized adult who still needed you far more than he was ever willing to admit. 

It was just one of the many reasons he admired you so much. You took care of him in ways he couldn’t even put into words. 

He smiled to himself as he heard more of your chatter with Abby. Previously, he had remarked that the key was for ‘emergencies only’ - but he couldn’t bring himself to care all too much about the breach of that rule as he tumbled out of bed. Especially when the smell of bacon also reached his nose as he walked to the bathroom. 

It was when he was pulling on his pants that he glanced at the clock and realized he was already running on the late side. Not too late yet, but he had to put some urgency in his step. He had somehow forgotten to set his alarm, today of all days, when he would be meeting with a career counselor after the disastrous incident that got him fired from the mall. 

He rushed down the hallway struggling with his tie, bringing his usual air of chaos with him. His heart instantly warmed at the sight of you and Abby - you had her sitting at the table, somehow so much more polite and cooperative for you, with a glass of juice beside her plate while you scooped freshly made pancakes onto it. 

“You know, usually when most people break and enter, they don’t make breakfast,” Mike commented, his voice cool and jovial as he grew increasingly frustrated with his tie. 

He thought he was forming the knot correctly, but it kept falling loose in his hands, causing a deep crease across his brows as he frowned at the fabric. 

You giggled at this - both at his words and at his obvious struggle. You put the pan on the counter as you walked toward him, leaving Abby to pick up the bottle of syrup and begin thoroughly drowning her pancakes while you weren’t looking. You knocked Mike’s hands away in that wordless kind of care and began calmly tying his tie. 

“Well, I considered going the traditional route, but there’s nothing worth stealing here.” You remarked, playing off the banter that was only built between the two of you after years of friendship. “Plus, The Breakfast Burglar has such a nice ring to it.” 

“That makes it sound like you steal people’s breakfast.” Abby giggled. 

“I would, if certain little girls didn’t drown their pancakes in syrup.” You replied, not bothering to look over your shoulder at her to know what she was doing. “That’s enough, Abs.” 

She rolled her eyes harshly at this, but put the bottle of syrup down and picked up her knife and fork. 

Mike grinned widely at this. You were more like a mom to her than their own mother ever was. And the fact that you knew her so well and took care of her without question always brought him joy. 

His smile only widened when you smoothed a warm hand down the front of his chest, and he looked down to see a perfectly neat knot in the front of his tie. He felt a tingling swarm of butterflies in his stomach at your touch - something that threatened to spread through him and turn him into a dizzy, lovesick fool. Urgently, he needed to distract himself with something else. 

His eyes shifted over to the side table, and he realized that his keys weren’t where he usually threw them down when he got home. 

“Have you seen my-?” 

Once again, you were two steps ahead of him. More organized than him. 

“Keys.” You said, turning around to the counter and holding the key ring up on your fingers. “Your resume, formatted and printed.” You held up a folder that contained this as well. “Your wallet, and breakfast burrito.” 

You gathered up his wallet and a warm bundle wrapped in tinfoil - his breakfast. The small notion of caring, the fact that you thought ahead to make something he could eat while rushing out the door - it caused that dangerous tingle to overtake his stomach once again. As you crossed the room and placed all the items in his hands, he had the intense urge to lean over and kiss you - he knew the domesticity was crippling. 

You had been his best friend for years, you had helped him take care of Abby for as long as the little girl could remember. You felt more like a wife to him than anybody else ever would. 

And yet, you had absolutely no clue how he felt about you. It would have felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to lean over and kiss you goodbye before leaving - just like a husband would do with his wife. But the two of you weren’t married. You weren’t even dating. You took care of him because you were his best friend. Because you had always taken care of him the way a best friend should. 

“What would I do without you?” He said, knowing that the pure fondness in his voice could have easily given him away - if he didn’t talk to you like that all the time. 

“Hmm… probably run around naked and starving,” You chuckled, shrugging as you walked back over to Abby and sat down beside her at the table. “Now get going. I’ll take Abby to school.” 

“Have a good day, Abs.” Mike said, wishing his sister well - only to receive a mindless nod in reply before she went back to chatting with you about something, excitedly telling you a story involving one of her imaginary friends while you watched her with absolutely rapt attention. 

He moved toward the door, but he found himself caught up in the sight of you. You were a hero in their little world as you rushed to save one of Abby’s drawings from some syrup that dripped off her plate. When you complimented the picture, she glowed with a smile he hadn’t seen in days. 

That was a huge part of it, too. The love he felt for you that grew more agonizing each day. You brought out all the best parts of Abby, as well as keeping Mike himself from going truly insane. 

For a single moment, he wondered if he should tell you. He wondered if he should just blurt out the words before running out the door, leaving you to simmer in it. Giving you time to think about it - to yell at him about it later. 

It hovered on his tongue. 

I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. 

But when you looked over and saw him still standing by the door, he locked eyes with you, and suddenly it was gone again, swallowed up inside of him like a nasty ache that would live there forever. 

“Go, Mike! You’re gonna be late!” You said, your voice edging with casual laughter. 

You picked up one of the couch cushions and swatted him with it as you walked by to get Abby a paper towel from the kitchen. 

No. He would tell you some other time. 

Perhaps he wouldn’t work up the courage to tell you at all. 

… 

He was going to die. He was going to be killed. 

And he wasn’t going to get the chance to tell you that he was in love with you. 

Strangely enough, that was the one thing Mike was thinking about as he laid on the cold, dirty floor of Freddy Fazbear’s condemned pizzeria. His stomach burned with searing pain as he received another kick from the large, intimidating monster that he knew only as the Yellow Rabbit. 

He was going to die. He wouldn’t get to tell you how he felt. He would never get to see you ever again. 

He was going to save Abby. He was going to make sure that she got out of here, escaped somehow. And you would take care of her. That thought was a singular comfort to him as he felt one of his ribs crack from the metal (poorly disguised by the foam and fabric around the edges of the suit) colliding with his torso.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The Rabbit mocked him. “I killed your brother, now I get to kill you. Symmetry, my friend!” 

“Get away from him!” 

Mike almost thought that the intense pain had caused him to hallucinate, or that he had hit his head on the floor hard when he had been thrown down - it couldn’t actually be you.

But he heard your voice, fierce and fiery as ever, defending him as you had so many times before. He struggled to get his head up to look, but he caught a glimpse of the Yellow Rabbit as the strange animal collapsed. 

You had picked up one of the chairs, and brought it down over the Rabbit’s head, perfectly imitating something that would have been on Monday Night Raw. Except this was pure wood, not a collapsing chair, and all the pieces that splintered and fell in front of Mike as the Rabbit collapsed were because of the pure force of your hit. The fury of which you defended him and his life. 

“Y/N!” Abby yelled your name from across the room. 

She rushed into your arms as you stepped over the Rabbit’s prone body, and you swept her into a tight hug. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s going on?” You rushed to ask, brushing her hair out of her face to inspect for any injuries. 

“I’m fine.” Abby told you. “Mike-” She then turned to her brother, frantic, and pulled away from you to fall to her knees by his side. 

“Mike, what the hell is going on?” You asked, on your knees at his side just as quickly. 

You turned him over on his back, inspecting him for injuries now - definitely not liking what you found. 

Abby held his hand and he grasped it right back, his head still dizzy from the thorough ass-kicking he had just experienced. 

You gasped when you saw blood leaking through his shirt. He grunted in pain when you pressed your hand into the wound, clearly trying to lessen that bleeding. 

“What - what are you doing here?” He croaked out. 

As much as he was thankful for you swooping in and saving him, he wished that you were safe somewhere else. Anywhere but here. 

“Abby left her jacket in my car, and when I went to return it, I saw your Aunt Jane passed out on the floor, and - and, I just had a bad feeling.” You rushed to explain. “Somehow, I figured you’d be here.” 

Mike hadn’t exactly told you the details of what was going on. 

As close as the two of you were, he wasn’t sure if you would be entirely receptive to the concept of Abby being ‘friends’ with robots that were controlled by ghost children, and Mike somehow feeling connected to his own missing… dead brother by being in this place. He had simply told you that his new job was a night shift at a creepy old abandoned pizza place. 

But of course, you were two steps ahead of him. As always. 

You pulled back your hand to inspect the bleeding, and Mike groaned again. 

“Should I call an ambulance?” You asked, and Mike shook his head furiously. 

“No, we have to-” 

We have to leave. You have to leave. You have to get Abby out of here, to safety. 

All of those words dissolved on his tongue as he watched with utter shock. He wanted to scream as a big yellow hand clasped onto your shoulder from behind, and soon, a pair of large rabbit ears rose up from the floor. 

He wasn’t down for the count. 

Before he could speak, before he could move, Mike’s throat became choked as he saw your expression shift from the kind concern that you had worn for him many times - to pain. A brutal shock of your own. 

The Rabbit had shoved his knife into your back. 

A bright pool of red began to form in the middle of your shirt as the tip of the knife just barely poked through the center of your chest. 

“No!” Mike shouted, rushing to sit up despite the pain screaming in his body. 

He put a shaking hand to the middle of your chest as though it mattered, as though he could save you from this. He hated how warm your blood felt underneath his fingers. 

Abby let out a scream beside him. Distantly, in the back of his mind, he felt a pang of guilt that she had to see this. That she would spend the rest of her life trying to get over this. 

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” The Rabbit mocked him. “It always hurts more when you love them!”  

The Rabbit let out a brutal laugh and then yanked his knife from your back, and you released a sharp breath as the Rabbit shoved you toward Mike, causing you to collapse into his lap in a bloody heap. 

Somewhere far away, in another world, Mike heard Vanessa shouting from the doorway. Maybe he felt some sense of relief, thinking she would shoot the Rabbit down and this would all be over. But as the Rabbit’s attention was drawn away from him, he turned to where you were draped across his lap, the small pool of red on your shirt now soaked into a large puddle as you sputtered and some of that harsh bright red blood came out the corner of your lips. 

“Mike-” You choked out, reaching for him. 

“Tell me what to do,” Mike choked out. 

His mind was miserably blank. He felt your fingers clutching at his bicep, like he held the key to saving you, like he could restore your life - but his mind was screaming and his chest collapsed in on itself. 

You were always the one that guided him. He didn’t have an idea if you didn’t plant it in his head first. 

“Y/N,” Abby sobbed. 

“It-it’s okay.” You told her, struggling, gurgling, choking on your own blood. You took your grip off Mike, extending the hand weakly to her, and she took it. “It’s g-gonna be okay.” 

She let out another harsh sob, and Mike felt his lungs fill with stone. 

“Tell me what to do,” He said desperately, not realizing how thick his own voice was, how close he was to breaking down. He ran a trembling hand over your face, brushing away some stray hairs - he hated how cold you felt to his touch. “Please, tell me what to do.” 

He thought you might suggest some first aid. An ambulance. Tell him where your car was so he could carry you there, cart you away, get you to safety. 

“You-re g-gonna take c-care of her-r.” You told him, shifting your eyes distinctly from him toward Abby, giving her hand a squeeze. “You’re gon-na m-make it ok-ay.” 

“Y/N.” Abby cried, thick tears spilling down her cheeks. 

“Abby. You’re gonna b-be s-strong.” You grinned at her - your teeth were covered in blood, and it looked as menacing as it did fond. “You’re g-gonna be good for-r M-Mike, right? My little a-artist.” 

Abby nodded, more tears leaking from her eyes. 

And then, with some gears turning in her head, these words seemingly having triggered some line of thought, she looked up and spotted something across the room. She muttered something about the drawings and leapt up before Mike could stop her. He didn’t have the strength to chase her - he only hoped that she was leaving, escaping while the others were distracted. 

When he looked back down at you, your face was falling more limp, and your shirt was somehow even more soaked in blood. His jeans were wet, and he couldn’t even process why. He pressed a hand to the front of your shirt, trying to cover the wound as you had done with him - his muscles shook even harder when blood gushed out between his fingers and seemed to leak from you harder, as if to spite him. 

“Y/N,” He sobbed, leaning down. He cradled the back of your head and touched your forehead against his own. 

For a moment, he dreamed about putting his lips against your own and bringing you back to life with a kiss. Like some stupid fairytale. 

“Y/N, I-” 

I love you. 

“I - I know.” You croaked quietly, cutting him off. “D-don’t w-waste it on me now-w.” 

He felt the puff of your last breath as it expelled out against his cheek - he felt you go completely limp in his arms. 

“No-” He choked the word off in his throat, swallowing down sobs. 

No. 

He held you tighter against him, and feeling how cold you were, he let out a shuddering howl of a sob. He clasped your lifeless body against his chest - somehow believing that he could use the power of his grief to inject more life back into you. 

The rest of it was a blur. The deadly snap of springlocks, Vanessa shouting at him to abandon you - to abandon your body as the building collapsed in on itself. 

Mike didn’t truly break down until he was scrubbing his blood off your face in the bathroom sink that night. Seeing the red washing down the drain and knowing that it was the last traces of your life he was washing away - that was what truly did it. He collapsed onto the floor and stayed there for hours, sobbing more than he breathed, unable to move. 

When his cries finally died down, Abby slowly crept in and asked him how he was feeling. He lied, telling her that he was feeling fine. She raised up a shy hand, offering him one of your sweaters that you had accidentally left on their couch a few days prior. 

He thanked her and then finally peeled himself off the floor. He tried to make pancakes and Abby remarked that they weren’t as good as yours. It felt impossible, but her words made him smile. It was a small, dull smile - but it was a smile, nonetheless. 

A few days later, when he finally fell asleep for the first time after you had died in his arms, it was with that sweater wrapped around his pillow, wafting your faded smell into his nostrils. It was the first time in years that he didn’t dream about Garett. The dream he had about you was just as haunting.

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A/N: Also, I don't know if Afton's knife would actually be long enough to go through someone's back and pierce out the front of their chest but - one, it's a cool imagery, and two, the knife looks pretty large when compared to the scale of the Springtrap suit hands. Anyway, I don't actually care all too much if it's accurate or not, I had fun writing this lmao.

[kairoot]

⟢ — 6:11 pm. | 니키.

⟢ pairing : niki x black!fem!reader ➖ genre : fluff, established relationship ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nicknames, joking around ➖ wc: 952.

SECTION SONG: poetic justice by kendrick lamar & drake / mary jane by mary j. blige

with all the yelling coming from the living room, it made you wonder what could possibly cause your boyfriend to be so loud. making your way into the cozy setting, your eyes are instantly set on niki.

all of his fancy equipment for his streams had been set up, the camera facing him. you stood in a near corner, watching the live chat.

“should i do a stream with heeseung hyung, everyone?” your boyfriend questioned his viewers, not noticing you in the back. he mumbled out, reading the responses from everyone.

‘is that y/n??’ one comment read.

niki furrowed his brows in confusion, “y/n? where- oh.”

he looked at you through the camera before turning around in his seat. he beckoned for you to come sit with him, a smile forming on his face.

“hey, baby.”

you sent a small wave before walking toward him with small steps. his smile grew wider as you came closer to him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.

‘IT IS Y/N RAHHH’

‘MOTHERRRR’

‘she’s here!!!’

every comment lit up with your name when you came into frame. niki turned back to the camera, still wearing the same grin.

“my baby’s here~ isn’t she pretty, chat?” he asked, placing a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by your beauty. you bit back your smile, suddenly feeling bashful.

niki patted his leg, signaling for you to take a seat in his lap. he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips and your jaw, now wrapping both arms around your middle. his hand came to rest against your leg, stroking it with his thumb.

you sent a wave to everyone again, a small smile appearing.

‘SHE’S SO CUTE KI’

‘PLEASE I NEED HER’

niki chuckled at his fan’s reactions, scooting his chair closer to the screen.

“what’re you playing, bubba?” you asked softly, your arm coming to wrap around his shoulder. his heart jumped at the use of the nickname while he bit his lip to hide another smile.

“fnaf, since everyone wanted to see it. you wanna play?” his gaze flickered to you.

you gave him an unsure look, watching him play a horror game sounded like a bad idea but the thought of playing it yourself was even worse.

“i don’t know, ki..”

“c’mon, babe. it’ll be fun!” he whined, resting his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look. you sighed, giving into him. he did a mini celebratory dance, going on his monitor to load the game.

“i’m only doing this for the stream by the way.” you blew a kiss to the camera, giggling.

niki scoffed dramatically, glaring at you.

“not because you love me?”

“uh-uh.” you smirked, taunting him. he raised an eyebrow before reaching down to tickle your sides. you attempted to scramble away from his wriggling fingers, squeals and giggles escaping you.

“you don’t love me, ma?” he spoke into your ear, continuing his antics. this only caused you to laugh more, the feelings of his lips adding onto the tickly sensation.

“..no.” you said between laughs causing him to tickle your sides faster.

“you do love me, say it.” he leaned over to pepper kisses against your cheek. his fingers stopped digging into your sides as one hand rested against your tummy and the other back on your thigh.

“okay, okay,” your giggles died down as you attempted to catch your breath.

“i love you.”

niki hummed in approval, his face coming closer to yours. your hand rested against his jaw, closing the gap between the two of you. his plush lips rested on yours in a long kiss, smiling into it.

your eyes opened before the kiss turned into a makeout of some sort, pulling away from your boyfriend’s lips to face the camera again.

“i completely forgot this was here.” you pursed your lips in embarrassment, skimming through the comments. niki turned back to the livestream, a giddy grin painted over his features.

‘WOAHHH???’

‘what kind of romcom did i just watch’

“so sorry, everyone. niki can’t control himself.” you shrugged, purposely putting the blame on him. he gave you an offended look before going to look at the comments again, one in particular standing out to him.

‘you two need to get a room’

niki rolled his eyes before clicking the ‘play’ button on the game, picking a level for you.

“heeseung, you’re just mad cause you’re a loner.”

niki’s comment made you land a stinging smack on his back, causing him to groan loudly.

“what? it’s true!”

“that’s not nice.” you moved his hand away from the computer’s mouse, taking over the controls. he pouted slightly, mumbling something else about his hyung.

“wait, isn’t this ‘the joy of creation’? this is the scariest one!” your face contorted with fear. niki sat behind you, snickering.

“babe, this is definitely not the scariest one.”

“you’re lying.”

he chuckled, wrapping both arms tightly around your waist. he drew shapes on your thighs, watching you start the game. you flinched at almost every sound throughout the level.

the stream flooded with comments about how cute you were and why niki would make you play such a scary game. he responded to some of them, cracking jokes most of the time.

your eyes remained on the screen ahead of you, not wanting to be distracted. that was until one of the animatronics popped up onto the screen, causing you to jump back against your boyfriend’s chest, letting out a yelp.

he let out a cackle as you hid your face in his chest, heart rate increasing.

you frowned, shoving his shoulder gently.

“that wasn’t funny, i could’ve had a heart attack.”

⟢ milan’s note: first post of 2024! 🥳💗 how we feeling? happy new year to everyone! i hope you have another great year! got sleepy while posting and writing this so it’s obviously not proofread. inspo by tae @telail cause i loved her jongho fic with the live stream & gaming. i was also watching kai cenat yesterday so ig i got the livestream idea from that too 🤔

TAGLIST: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @aeinthegoblin-deactivated202312 (message or comment to be added)

[under-the-dirt]

Hiii :3 I have another song one-shot idea, but with whatever character you want

I hope you have a good day :3

ok ilysm tytytyty i love getting ur song requests but the very first thing that came to mind the second i began this song was “FANAFAFAFAFFAFAFANFAB FNAF REFRENCE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️” bc i actually just have a squirrel brain. i’ve been wtaching the lore videos n playthroughs sm i’m so obsessed rn but i also thought of price bc i need more price daddy in my life. he’s so sexy. so, tytyty and a i wish you a very very ily <3

pairing: price x fem!reader

tags: sleeptalking, price is daddy, pet names :3, reader is a sleeptalker, ermrmrmrm a lil smut near the end.. fingering, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex (guys pls don’t), ermm UNDER 13 DNIII!!! SHOO CHILDREN!! I WILL BLOCK U!!!

You’ve always struggled to sleep alone. Your therapist had told you it was a trauma response, makes sense. You’d gotten by with large teddy bears and music, but once you became a part of the TaskForce 141 you hadn’t been able to get either.

So, you’d barely been able to sleep. No one really noticed, except for Price. He could see the bags beneath your eyes, he watched you chug energy drinks when you thought people weren’t looking, and after you got hurt due to being unable to move quick enough from pure exhaustion he knew he just had to step in.

You were sitting in your bed, doing unnecessary paperwork, when there was a soft knock on your door and a soothing voice from the other side.

“Can I come in, love?” Price’s gravelly voice asks, and you of course let him in. He sits down on your desk chair while you resume your position on your bed. “I’ve noticed something ‘bout you, love.”

“What is it, sir?” You respond dutifully.

“Those bags under yer eyes.. An’ when you ‘s constantly drinkin’ them energy drinks.. They’re bad for you, you know that right?” He explains softly, looking at you with those gentle blue eyes.

“Yeah..”

“Can ye not sleep ‘r somethin’?” He asks, getting to the point.

“Not well, sir.” You reply, albeit ashamed, and he nods.

“Why not?”

“Since I was little I’ve been unable to sleep without someone or something next to me.” You explain, head down.

“Ah.”

“it wasn’t a problem until I got here, and I don’t have a bear. I doubt they’d even allow one.” You chuckle softly, and he hums.

“Could I help?” He questions gently, and from the look on his face it’s completely serious.

“Y-yeah I mean- If you want to..”

He nods, walking to the door and flicking the light off before climbing into your bed beside you.

“Alright, come on sweetheart.” He smiles, watching you lay down and fall asleep, both maintaining enough distance to remain comfortable. That was some of the best sleep you’d gotten since you arrived, and you hoped he’d continue.

He did, the next day, and the next, and every day after that unless he was on a long mission. At some point you’d moved to his room due to his bigger bed and for general convenience. You became more and more comfortable with him as the nights went on, and soon you were cuddled to his chest as you slept, mumbling whatever nonsense was in your mind. He never minded your cute habit, never thinking much of it, until one night you begin saying his name.. Innocently enough for a bit, until a few days later when you began saying his name in full sentences instead of quick mumblings.

“John.. mm.. want you so bad.. need you..” You whisper, and he chuckles. “Mm… love you..”

“What’s that, bunny?” He asks, running his hands along your waist as you continue mumbling.

“Love you, John..”

“Is that so?” He asks with a gentle chuckle, the rumble of which stirs you.

“Hmm? Did you say something?” You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.

“What’re ye mumblin’ about?”

“I wasn’t saying anything..”

“Oh really? You were just sayin’ that ye love me.. What’re ye dreamin’ about, bunny?” He purrs, voice getting slightly deeper and causing you to blush.

“Uhm.. nothing..”

“Thas’ all?” He coos, running his hands lower to your hips and teasing the waistband of your shorts.

You blush further. “I- well.. you were in it..”

“Oh was I?”

You nod.

“And what were we doing?”

“uhm..” You hide your face, not wanting to describe the things you did in your dream, when suddenly John’s hand slips beneath your shorts and taps your clit gently.

“Something like this..?” He purrs, rubbing your clit gently through your panties, and you let out a soft moan. He chuckles, sliding your panties to the side to feel the wetness between your folds. “Hmm.. so wet already..” He tsks, running his finger up and down through your folds and removing it, bringing it up to his mouth and licking your juices off. You stare at him, wide eyed, and he chuckles.

He reaches down again, looking at you for permission before slipping your shorts off and panties with it. He inserts two fingers into your cunt without hesitation, and you whimper at the sudden intrusion. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he begins gently pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you moaning and arching your back. He quickly shuts you up by kissing you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth with feverish lust. Using his free hand, he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. You gasp at the feeling of it against your stomach, its pure size a shock, and reach down to stroke it gently. He groans into the kiss, and the sound makes you cum almost instantly without warning. He laughs and pulls his fingers put, running his cock through your folds and rubbing your overstimulated clit.

“God.. so perfect for me, aren’t ye?” He chuckles, slowly pressing the thick tip of his cock into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him. “Relax for me, lass.. God.. so tight” He grunts, pushing into you, listening to your moans and whimpers. After finally bottoming out, he stays still to let you adjust, before gently pulling back to thrust into you and slam into your g-spot.

“John.. ohmygod oh.. oh..” You moan and babble, his cock completely turning your brain off as he hits your g-spot over and over. “God- g-gonna- John..”

“You gonna cum? Go on, be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He commands, and you cum instantly, eyes rolling back into your head with a loud moan. He follows soon after, filling your tight pussy with his thick cum. “So good for me.. So good for me..” He praises, pulling put slowly and kissing you gently. He kisses your neck as you fall asleep, and to say that night was the best sleep you’ve ever gotten was an understatement.

that was pretty fun to write, sorry it took so long! i love getting song requests <33333 hope this is good!!!

[cryptidcorners]

Biker!Mike Schmidt x M!Reader Headcanons

Description: Headcanons with your biker boyfriend, Mike!

Media: FNaF!Movie [ AU ]

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Biker!Mike Alternate Universe, Fluff, Headcanons mixed with Drabbles, Protectiveness, Established Relationship, Found Family, Cute Stuff, Semi-Domestic, Romantic, Comfort + Uses Masculine Terms

Warnings: Mentions of (Gang, Vehicle, Physical) Violence, Injury + Kidnapping, Slight FNaF!Movie Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Stress, Extreme Nightmares

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

Definitely a show-off, even before you started dating. He wouldn't boast too loudly though, he prefers to smoothly tell you how he got blackeye or some new asset on his bike. He always melts when you're impressed by his feats, even if they were from failure.

Mike's a collector. While cycling or suffering from boredom in his dull jobs, he'd swipe a few things that grab his attention and share it with you. He enjoys making chains for you and Abby. It hasn't been the first time Abby has been dragged out of school for wearing a pin with some questionable language Mike didn't notice.

Absolutely adores helping you dress up to resemble his biker wear. Loves helping you find bracelets, decorative eyeliner and rebellious-printed clothes. It makes me squeal eternally.

Gets intense anxiety in populated areas, mostly due to his trauma with Garrett. He doesn't want to think about anyone taking you or Abby away. He's stupid protective in public spaces. With his already intimidating demeanour, it's safe to say nobody bothers talking to you too much.

He enjoys using pet names, but he jokingly calls you "sir", "bro" or "boytoy" a lot. Speaking of which, Mike adores when you make up titles for him. It's something he treasures a lot. A special name for him? And him only? Makes his heart melt.

Takes you on bike rides at any opportunity. He also loves taking Abby in rides too and doing basic tricks with you watching from the sidelines. He's always careful, he could never forgive himself if either of you got hurt.

One of his favorite things to do is let you touch his hair. Nothing makes him happier than intimate moments like that. He likes it more than cuddling and neck kisses. It's just the simple things in life that appeal to him the most.

Wears the silliest shirts while he isn't at work or roaming the streets. Either quotes involving boyfriends or cartoon merchandise. It amuses all of you, but it genuinely makes him happy to indulge in a separate style. Definitely has a: "Men love me, Fish Fear Me" hat somewhere.

You're always at his aid when he comes back bruised. Like the first bullet, he'd calmly hum you an out of tune, over exaggerating story to make himself look good. Truly, Mike doesn't think he deserves you. So, he refuses to embarrass himself.

Loves kissing. That's all.

"Come on, Mike. I gotta go," you giggled as he pressed featherweighted kisses against your skin. You could feel him smiling before he pulled back with a heated sigh. "Just a minute, please? You know how much I miss you." With a playfully eye roll, you wrap your hands around his sides and hug him as he continued peppering you again while grinning sweetly.

Always referencing something. Either it's from a show or song he likes. He's always dumbfounded when you don't understand and ends up spending thirsty minutes rambling about music history.

Pulls pranks occasionally, mostly with Abby's help. A few prank wars have gone down in your household.

Has at least two tattoos based on you (and Abby), he takes his relationships very seriously.

Cried when Abby called you her "dad" once. This loser is so head over heels for you he'd sob if you were complimented him. It makes his heart throb to see you and his sister connect despite everything.

Very defensive. If anything goes wrong, he's either going to use grade school insults or result to violence. There were a couple of times he couldn't come home due to arrest. He'd come back as if nothing happened.

If you ever got into an argument, Mike would try to give you the most formal apology ever. Either by notes or heavily descriptive speeches about how special you are to him. Most of the time it was pretty cheesy, but you couldn't help but be smitten by his adorable attempts.

Much deeper voice + Slightly Childish. He's still pretty shy when he isn't in his element, so Mike is much more confident with you around. Mostly due to his need to impress you.

So much fist bumping.

Mike's bike is DEFINITELY named after you. Anyone who asks about it is immediately shot with dumps of his adoration if you. Bro will never shut up about his boyfriend. Ever.

Mike has definitely gone through those: "This is for you," and failed immediately. As much as it embarrassed him, he finds it cute how fond you were of it. His face flares up a lot around you.

"God, I'm so sorry I missed it." He frowned, face drenched with numb scarlet. "I didn't mean to make a fool out of you." Mike relaxed once you gripped his leather glove with a smile, "So? I still love you. I think it was sweet how you tried to impress me. I'm proud of you." Mike swore he was starstruck right there.

Loves holding your hand, even in public. It's one of the only forms of affection he's comfortable with displaying.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Hello! Can i request a platonic for Bonnie from Fnaf 1??? GN Reader if you can. Thank you!

Said in the initial post, but as a general reminder but when it comes to Bonnie & a few others, it’s just their AI, basically. No type of possession involved.

Anyway, enjoy :)

-

🐰|When you initially arrive at the location, you aren’t working as a security/night guard. You just kind of... broke in.|🎸

🐰|You aren’t planning on stealing or breaking anything—you were simply curious. You wanted to explore the place at night.|🎸

🐰|Bonnie was the first one you encountered during your first visit, and it had definitely caught you off guard... the both of you.|🎸

—

The door swung open, and you watched for a second, before stepping through it. You reached around to close it behind you.

Admittedly, this was something you’d always been wanting to do for some time—but there was usually someone else inside... a night guard.

However, you’d noticed for the past few days, that there was nobody else. It was completely empty... of humans, at least. There were the animatronics, obviously.

You chose not to look around in the current area... there wasn’t really anything interesting—at least not to you. You weren’t going to bother with it.

After making sure that you actually closed it, you began making your way to the doorway—the one that would lead you into the main area with the stage.

As you got closer, there was a... noise, one you couldn’t exactly identify, but it almost sounded like someone was-

Rounding one of the corners, and appearing in front of the doorway, was the bunny animatronic—Bonnie.

There was a second of silence and stillness, before the both of you started backing up in surprise.

—

🐰|While you’re there, he’s curious, yet a bit skeptical—he wants to watch you, and make sure you don’t do anything to the pizzeria.|🎸

🐰|Although, as you gain his trust and befriend the rabbit, he’s just with you because he can, and he likes you.|🎸

🐰|Unless actively performing with the others, Bonnie almost never speaks otherwise. You don’t mind that.|🎸

🐰|That rabbit is in a silly goofy mood most of the time. 👍 He messes around in the pizzeria, and kind of tries bringing you into whatever he’s doing.|🎸

🐰|He gives you bunny ears occasionally. Bonnie doesn’t think you notice, but you do... every single time.|🎸

🐰|Bonnie likes forts. He once saw some kids try to make one at the pizzeria- it got stopped, but still, he ended up liking those.|🎸

🐰|One visit, you enter to find Bonnie trying to build one, but not having any luck. So, you decide to help him out.|🎸

🐰|The two of you usually just do whatever, but pretty frequently after that, you’ll usually just be chilling with the rabbit in a fort, and hanging out.|🎸

🐰|Sometimes, he’ll play you a song that either of you like on his guitar.|🎸

🐰|You can’t go to the pizzeria every night—especially when there are guards, so there are often long gaps where you’re away.|🎸

🐰|Bonnie misses you each time. If he’s actually really down about the absence of his friend, the others try to cheer him up.|🎸

🐰|The first time you couldn’t visit, you hadn’t actually been able to tell him—and you didn’t go there for about three weeks.|🎸

🐰|When you did return/continue visiting when you could, you heard someone call your name, and it surprised you when you discovered it was Bonnie.|🎸

🐰|That was the first and last time that you’d actually heard him speak.|🎸

🐰|After the next guard quits, you actually consider taking the job, instead of just sneaking in.|🎸

🐰|When Bonnie discovers this—when it’s your first night—he feels so excited.|🎸

🐰|Every so often, Bonnie does actual rabbit habits—mostly when he’s excited/happy—which is usually around you, his friend.|🎸

[velvetvexations]

I had HEARD, I thought, that the fem-presenting backup dancers during one live performance of an artist I like were actually men to play on the themes of the singer being an android in that song. I couldn't find it again though, which is why I'm not naming who it was, I don't want to spread around a rumor like that. Because it would definitely be 100% transphobic if that were the case. Almost certainly not intentional and easily worthy of accepting if an apology were made, it just would have totally been a Yikes.

But like, okay, there are a million things about drag queens I "don't like" in the sense that I never want to be personally associated with them, like they're fine, they're cool, the community stuff they do is great, but that's not my vibe, aesthetic, outlook, personality, or culture. Evvvvverything about drag queens is "not me" in a way that makes the NPD scream to make sure the boundaries are recognized. It doesn't really have anything to do with deeper conversations about how drag may or may not be transphobic at times, I have no idea what those conversations look like because I've never involved myself in them even once. It's all very childishly superficial, I just have a compulsive need to separate myself from things that "aren't me" as much as possible.

So I was thinking about how to word things when I describe my gender, because "artificial woman" feels like it would make people think of drag queens, maybe? It may just be my paranoia, I think a lot of people might come and say "oh I wouldn't have" but it really doesn't have anything to do with rational expectations based in logic.

Anyway, that possibly transphobic live performance is one of the things that came to me. I've brought up being like a broken animatronic (thank you FNAF for making that a cultural touchstone) but the idea of a male backup dancer done up like a girl to carry the (again, transphobic) idea of synthesized womanhood kinna crystalizes it in as an easy to understand, real life reference point.

There are lots of reasons why I identify as a girl and not like, a crossdressing guy or something like that, but one important thing to keep in mind is a very concrete difference between me and those hypothetical backup dancers (still don't know for sure that it happened) is that I don't feel like I was some different gender before being a synthetic woman. It's not one thing saying they're another thing. I was made from scratch, or perhaps misassembled but loving that about myself.

[billythenightguard]

Run Away: Detention (2011) & FNAF Movie Crossover - Chapter Five

Masterlist

Mentions: childhood loves

Word Count: 1140

Warnings: None

Older!Clapton/Mike x GN!Reader

Mike was determined to start dropping hints to you, he had no idea if you had begun to question who he was or if you were truly still in the dark. He dug out his old stereo cassette deck, stuffing it into the trunk. He had decorated it back in his time at Grizzly Lake, so he’d have to wait until you left Freddy’s to retape the mixtape. He also grabbed his six year old laptop, knowing he could hook it up to the deck and use YouTube to find the songs he wanted, especially the older ones that had just come out in 2011.

Mike wanted to treat you to something for once, you always bought him and Abby breakfast, always brought him lunch and dinner and made sure he didn’t have to do grocery shopping in the two months he’s reconnected with you. Since he’s been able to save some money due to your kindness, he knew he wanted to spend it on you. What better way than to not only bring in another hint, but to also spoil you how he once did.

He couldn’t contain his grin as he drove up to the 7-11, getting out almost too quickly to properly shut his car off. Immediately going to grab all of your old favorite snacks, putting them into a nice basket he found in his attic, and finally, the only reason you two would ever take his dad’s old, rusted Beamer. The slurpees. He almost felt 19 again, quietly arguing with you about making sure you waited until sixteen for some weed, insisting that cherry was the best flavor of slurpee ever, the way you’d easily stand on your tiptoes to match his 5’5, although now it seemed you didn’t have to do that anymore, you were definitely taller than you were at 14, maybe it was a growth spurt, maybe it was the shoes you wore. It didn’t matter though, Mike loved every part of you. He missed the best friend he had for 14 years, remembering the day your parents brought you home.

“Mom, dad!” Five year old Clapton exclaimed from the front yard, his parents sitting on the porch to watch him. “They brought home a baby!” And before they could even stop him, Clapton was running over to the house next door, politely asking if he could see the baby. But he was told not yet, and he slumped down and walked back to his house. Everyday for three weeks, Clapton would run over and ask to see the new baby. Your mom giggled and gushed over his relentlessness, and finally allowed him to come in.

Clapton was quiet and careful in his steps, unlike a typical five year old would be, he carefully climbed up the chair sitting by the bassinet and peered in, gasping to himself.

“They’re so cute!” He whispered out, his eyes widening when he realized he was a bit louder than he meant to be, and that stirred you awake, he braced for you to begin crying and for him to get scolded. But you just looked up at him, and he smiled and waved to you, talking to you like you’d understand him. “Hi, my name is Clapton Davis, I’m five years old, and I live in the yellow house next to you. We’re gonna be best friends.” He laughed, and he kept that promise, every day he’d come over after school to visit you, his newest neighbor. He was there for every milestone a baby could meet, and he was damn proud of himself too. As you would grow older, probably when you were five and Clapton was nine, almost ten, you had declared something that Clapton kept a secret for years within himself.

“Clapton! I'm gonna marry you one day!” You said, holding his hand as he was walking you to the bus stop. He laughed and blushed, but quickly agreed.

“Okay! We’re gonna get old like moms and dads, and we’re gonna kiss all the time!” He grinned a Cheshire grin, and laughed when you squealed and spun around, still holding his hand. He had always felt some sort of way towards you, some calling, something more than just best friends for life, and here you were, blatantly admitting both of your feelings to the world. Both of your parents found it to be adorable.

“$14.67 sir.” The cashier said, snapping Mike out of his mind as he smiled a half grin, swiping his card to pay before heading out to the pizzeria.

“Mike!” You called out giddily when you heard him enter the security room, his heart swelling to know you got excited to see him. “It’s been so boring… I’m tempted to give you my old iPod so we can play iMessage games.” You laughed, Mike shook his head at that.

“I’m old, I don’t know what any of that means.” He teased, blushing a little as he handed you the basket and slurpee.

“You’re the same age as my best friend- oh my god you didn’t-” you looked at the basket and slurpee, a wide smile taking over and tears of happiness and remembrance welling up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!” You squealed, setting your snacks and drinks down carefully before leaping up and hugging him, and now it was Mike’s turn to tear up, he hugged you back tightly, relishing in the moment of your touch. He missed you more than he thought he supposed.

“You are possibly the sweetest man out there, Michael Schmidt.” You laughed, pulling back to look at him.

“Oh, I don’t know, sounds like your childhood friend might be more than me.” He shrugged, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from your eye.

“Both of you are, I didn’t think it was possible for there to be two men like you, but there is.” You whispered, leaning into his touch slightly, your heart rate picking up, was this betraying Clapton?

Mike had to usher you out when he noticed the time, he didn’t want Abby to become petty with you like she did to him when he was late for pickup. Once he was sure you wouldn’t turn around, he ran out to his car and grabbed his cassette deck and his laptop, making a set up on the desk and taking out the old mixtape, writing down the songs he would keep.

He decided he would add three new songs, It’s Not Over - Daughtry, Glad You Came - The Wanted, and finally Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephants. He smiled happily, having recreated the mixtape on YouTube, letting the deck tape over the old mixtape, throwing the new songs into a random order, he wondered just what you’d think. He just hoped he wouldn’t make you mad.

|| So sorry for the delayed post today, I am exhausted with only 3 hours of sleep and not my usual 4.5 hours. ||

Tag List: @na-is-salty @cancelledkaley @mad-die45 @mschmidt @dessxoxsworld @thegirlwholoveslivesfanfiction

[katsukiqx]

FNAF Movie:

The year the movie seems to be based in is probably the early 90’s from the outdated stuff and the whole theme. We can clearly see the equipment used by Mike, the electronics, the wallpaper and all the old stuff revolving around the 90’s and where the original first FNAF game was based around.

The song played by the animatronics in the movie was in fact made in 1983, so some added detail put into the movie.

The movie has its own lore like how the books and games have theirs, but was based off “The Silver Eyes” it seems like, a FNAF book.

The animatronics act like children because they are, so of course they would happily build a fort and honestly, I wanna make one rn.

There were no scenes with the Puppet in it and was actually confirmed to be an endo-skeleton named “Tina” they had around the set.

Maybe Bonnie messed up on purpose while singing when Vanessa asked Mike to dance because he didn’t like Mike back then.

I have a theory that the child we see replacing Cassidy/C.C is in fact(maybe) William’s son. He’s got more than one child as we know of, so maybe in the movie, Golden Freddy is his son. Maybe not, but it’s a theory, especially since we see the poor child looking at him and Afton reaching out. It looked like pain and sadness on the child.

Mike’s Father is probably Henry. Just a theory. We know that Afton took Garret, but I doubt Garret told Afton any information, so he probably worked with Henry and knew what his kids looked like. Why would he have a reason to take Garret in the first place if he’s not at the Pizzeria? Besides, he might have used that child, as he used Charlotte. Killed because he wanted Henry to feel the same as he did. He may have taken Charlottes place. Funny how Mikes family looks similar to Henry’s. Plus, in the scene where we see an endo-skeleton being built, the man looked like Mike’s Father.

Abby will probably die in the next movie. It’s possible she will have an end just like Elizebeth did, or maybe instead she’ll become the puppet, but I doubt it. Can’t forgot to add more trauma and pain to Mike’s life, can we. (It’s a theory, please don’t come at me. I don’t like her either and seeing something resembling Lizzy’s death will free me)

Edit: the movie was set in the early 2000’s, sorry.

[aquilacalvitium]

who is this Nate?

Oh.

Oh, buddy.

Oh I get to talk about Natewantstobattle and you will regret this.

So! I'm not a NWTB expert so don't expect a full bulletpoint presentation BUT I can share my experience!

Natewantstobattle is a nerdcore turned original artist who made songs about video games, anime and cartoons for years and only recently (last year I think) decided to leave nerdcore behind and focus entirely on original music.

He's made some BANGER songs, has the voice of an angel and seems to have the same enthusiasm about dark/demonic fictional imagery as myself ^_^

He's made a lot of FNAF songs which is how I found him. His music got him noticed by Random Encounters (RE) who make small-budget indie musicals based on video games and decided to make a five-part special musical based on FNAF for which they reached out to get Nate involved. He appeared and sang as a prominent character in that musical as well as plenty of others that they made. Markiplier was also in that musical.

Nate is popular with a lot of Jacksepticeye and Markiplier fans as his content focuses on similar games, leading to the same people finding him. Because of that, the fans' habit of making characters or "egos" for youtubers from their videos also extended to Nate and honestly while I still listen to his music I haven't been active in the fandom for a while so I have no idea how many egos there are now, but I'm desperate to rejoin the fandom space and catch up!

Anyway, the egos I'm very well aware of are Natemare and Phantom.

Haha yeah, he kidnapped Matpat for that music video.

The video in question is for Mangled, a 2~ minute song based on FNAF 2. The character he portrayed was an instant hit with the fans and was subsequently dubbed "Natemare" as a play on nightmare.

Also in 2018 Nate released a limited edition Natemare shirt thus confirming the name as canon and also I have that shirt so cough cough.

Secondly, Phantom!

MAN I LOVE PHANTOM!

From a music video for a song of the same name.

As far as I'm aware there's practically no canonically confirmed information about him other than he makes deals and steals people's souls. That lead to a lot of fans calling him a demon, including myself.

It took me five years to put together a cosplay for Phantom because I couldn't find one part! You'd think it would be the staff, right? Impossible to find an exact replica, right? No. It was the bloody shirt. I couldn't find a single freaking long sleeve red button up shirt for YEARS. I've got it now, though.

His original albums so far include Sandcastle Kingdoms, Paid in Exposure and To Let Go. That one is actually currently coming out one song at a time on his YouTube channel and music streaming platforms. There's only two songs out at the moment and I think the plan was to release them slowly until they were all released by the time the album itself dropped, but it was announced last month that it's been brought forwards to the 18th! That's in FOUR DAYS!!!! The last song to come out was Forgotten on Tuesday which is the one you saw me blogging about. It slaps so fucking hard you have no idea.

If you want any personal recommendations for his music, my favourites of his original work are Phantom, Forgotten, All I See, Perfect by Design and Branded.

PIf you look up Phantom you may see it titled as a Hazbin Hotel song but actually it came out a good while before Hazbin Hotel did, he just realised how well the character of Phantom matched with Alastor from HH and released a remastered version with some of Alastor's voice lines over it.

My favourites of his nerdcore songs are Mangled, No More, Stay the Course, Time to Move on and Ask for More. That last one is about Food Wars. I don't even watch that show, that's just how good the song is.

Oh! As an addition that I almost forgot to talk about, he's also a voice actor! He's appeared in Attack on Titan, Fairy Tail, he plays the main character in Luck and Logic and has appeared in multiple video games like Dream Daddy, Yandere Simulator and Monster Prom.

[l0ve-bug-m1les]

Spider-Band With a S/o Who Hyperfixates on Things Hard

Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, and Pavitr Prabhakar (separate) x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None! (Except my attempt at British talking—)

Summary: Really what the title says—

A/n: This is actually an idea i had when i first fell into the spider verse fandom but didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. Glad ya’ll picked this one! Enjoy!! Also lmk if any of ya’ll wanna be on a tag list!! I know i don’t write all that much but still—

Miles Morales 🌻🎧🌻

Bby is here for it

Always listening to what you have to say and never complaining

I have a feeling he’d be just as excited as you even if he’s got no clue what you’re talking about

He’d try to get into your interests with you no matter how outlandish they may seem

(I mean he’s basically a spider what’s so weird about fnaf lore—)

Definitely draws you things based off of the subject

“You said they were your favorite, right?”

Is always sending you memes and funny videos about your interest

Asks you for updates on your interest if it’s a series

Holds you when something bad happens and you’re sad

“Shh, shh…Hey, at least they existed, right?—Oh, no that made it worse—“

Going back to rambles, he’s always listening but maybe not always looking at you

But trust me

That boy could recite what you say perfectly

He just likes to listen while he works or draws

Has definitely made a mural of you and him in the world together (used it as a date spot. It’s true, he told me)

Overall

20/10 boyfriend

(I mean they all are but like—)

Hobie Brown 🎸⚡️🎸

Will spend hours learning songs related to your interest

But then he’s like

“What? Oh, i been knowin’ this song, luv. What’re ya on about?”

Say for instance, you dive deep into an artist or band

Obviously, Hobie’s gonna ask you about them

But would never ask you for your favorite songs because he’s “Too busy writing his own”

So he just pays really close attention to the songs you talk the most about

(As i previously stated, he learns them all and plays it off)

When you figure it out he’s just like:

“Took ya long enough, luv”

He also listens to your rants about whatever it is (much like Miles and everyone else here but shhh)

But here’s why he stands out

This man can keep up

He can and will remember all about it, and basically know about much as you do

Steals things from stores that are from the series or whatever it is

“Hobie, how’d you get this?” “It was on display and i knew you’d love it.” “Wow! I thought you didn’t buy things from brands..” “…” “You stole it…”

You’re too busy loving whatever it is to stay mad

(But we all knew you weren’t mad)

If you think your interest is cringey then you’re WRONG

“But it’s for kids—“ “And? So what?” “Well…uhm….hm.” “Yeah. Thought so. Now keep goin’, I’m invested.”

(But also in general, bby. Love what you love and come to me if anyone says it “weird” or “cringey”. I’ll beat them up bestie<33)

All in all, a king<33

Gwen Stacy 🩰🥁🩰

I’m gonna be honest

She is lost

Even if you go over things twenty times she still won’t get it

And that’s okay!

She takes notes and tries to keep up

Definitely proud of herself when she gets a detail right

“And then—“ “Wait, wait. Let me guess…He…he burned the pizzeria down, right” “Uhm—yeah, actually!” “*insert proud face*”

(Woah look at the trans flag colors^^^)

Definitely binge watches or reads your interest and learns as much as she can

She keeps a notebook full of her notes that she refers back to whenever you two are on call

She played it off as writing down some notes for school

But one day, she asked you to grab her suit from inside her drum set, and you found the notebook

It caught your eye because it had the name of your interest on it and you were like:

“Hey, Gwen? What’s this?” You showed her the notebook

I wish you could see my vision

When i tell you Gwen stood there for a good minute

I mean she stood there for several

Anywho

She just admitted to it and was all red and fidgety

Since this is her world, she was cast in mostly pink and red hues and the space around her fluttered yellow

You end up going through it with her, and talk about your favorite bits

Overall? She deserves several gold stars and cookies

Pavitr Prabhakar 🍵☀️🍵

Bby is here for it

Whenever you get excited he’s excited

When you’re on the verge of tears he’s already crying

He is your favorite character’s number one supporter

He’s always going on and on with you about your interests

Because unlike the others, he manages to actually get into whatever it is you’re talking about and not just keep up

It’s honestly a skill of his

I feel like Pav also has special interests that he dives deep into

Like

Deep deep

Same as you so you two get along well :D

He’s always looking for the newest content and sending it to you always

“Hey! They said the next episode would be released next Tuesday!! :DDD” “There’s a new theory for the last volume!”

It’d be cute if that’s how you met and became friends

You spend sleepovers diving into your shared and separate interests with eachother

You know what’d be funny?

If he also info dumps onto the villains he fights

Like

Hear me out

Pav tying up a villain who tried to rob a place and just going

“Yeah, so me and my partner have a theory for why—“

And the villain is just like

Stfu??????

But they’d never say that because it’s Spider-Man

All in all, your number one hype man and best friend :]

———————————-

YA’LL I DID IT :DD

[desire-mona]

dead poets society chars but i assign them random things ive seen happen on the internet / random videos or posts i remember (not based on anything it is genuinely at random):

neil - tony crynight's fnaf animation series which i dont entirely remember the plot of but i'll try to describe. so basically its fake mangle lore to say that mangle is the way they are (all broken and shit) because Mangle kissed Foxy and Chica got jealous so she took a Machete to Mangle to Mangled them. and then the gang tries to save mangle or whatever

todd - fluffle puff, someones pink fluffy mlp oc who was in lesbians with chrysalis (i think thats her name, i never watched mlp). mosy notably known for the animation to pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. also the creator is a pedophile i think

charlie - sorrow tv and his entire existence. sorrow tv was a youtuber who made videos reading out reddit videos in silly voices. there was a whole posse of youtubers who did this, and he was the most popular just bc his voice acting was rly good. i still watch him every couple months even tho he hasnt posted since 2021.

cameron - does bruno mars is gay? i think about cameron man door hand hook car door every day, so i obviously need to point to my third favourite silly trying to be serious sentence. most ppl know this from game grumps but im not linking a game grumps video on here. rumour come out!

knox - venturiantale, the youtube channel usually consisting of 4? siblings playing gmod together usually. the channel itself was ran by this guy named jordan i think? and his siblings has their own channels. i knew them best for their fnaf gmod videos and their fanmail videos. turns out they were all very christian? and the whole family was abusive and way deep into said christianity if i remember correctly, one of the siblings who left first made a video on it. the venturiantale channel hasnt posted in like 2 yrs and the slow death was kinda sad to see bc he (jordan) blamed it all on The Algorithm.

meeks - that one nagito komaeda kinnie back in Whenever it was cutting off their finger to. i guess prove that they were a nagito kinnie frfr? if u dont know danganronpa lore then nagito gets his hand cut off and replaced with junko enoshima's hand because sheeeee got... executed? i wont lie i dont remember this part of the games story sorry. but essentially that one person was like I Gotta Do That........ anyway im jk the audio was faked and nothing actually happened + the person is fine LAWL

pitts - the key of awesome's parody of tiktok by kesha called glitter puke. theres no lore to this the key of awesome is / was ? a silly little song parody channel. this video was made in 2010 and it kinda shows in some moments but other than that it holds up. just checked and the key of awesome is Not still going, it ended 6 years ago and the last video was actually rly good and genuine

keating - onma island is buried a treasure chest. ok so basically mr beast made a video talking abt a private island and he buried. a treasure chest for a viewer to find. during the video he said "on my island is buried a treasure chest" but it sounded like "onma" which this one youtuber (pinely) found rly funny. it became an inside joke with his friends (one of whom got a tattoo) which then became a lowkey meme. mr beast even tweeted it so. good lord thats a lot of links sorry there isnt a know your meme page or anything

chris - i dont have any links for this one sorry, im just gonna tell the story and u have to believe me when i say i swear it happened (its very a believable fandom story im sure you will). so back when the genshin impact was still in its fairly early days (late 2020-early 2021) the phrase "hear me out" to refer to characters n stuff started becoming popular I THINK at the same time. so people in the genshin fandom were like hear me out with increasingly more heinous shit. started with characters, then npcs, then enemies, then bosses, then weapons, the stamina bar at one point, etc. a lot of these were jokes or straight up bait but back then (maybe now too - i havent been part of the genshin fandom for a LONG time) people took bait far more often than they didnt. so it became a "genshin fandom bad" gotcha to point out That One stamina bar post.

ginny - $300 junko enoshima wig! sorry for double dipping with danganronpa it was just the first fandom i actually started like. on purpose noting fandom happenings with + a lot of shit happens in that fandom. this one cosplayer who at the time was called snowthesaltqueen / badguyincorporated started selling pre-made (and styled) junko enoshima cosplay wigs for $300. which WOULD be fair (i think? idk how cosplay commissions work) if said wig was styled well or quality at all, but what was ACTUALLY provided was a rly basic wig base and few clips with no note or no nothing, and rly flat. like on purpose. like that was "the styling". also you may recognise this cosplayer for 1) getting in trouble when they did a cosplay photoshoot (danganronpa cosplay funnily enough) in a graveyard, posing ON a gravestone. 2) KILLING SOMEONE. they were screwing around with a firearm and fake pointing it at someone and then they accidentally shot them.

i could do this forever like actually. i have SO many internet stories in my brain its actually bad.

[oftenwantedafton]

Wanted - Steve Raglan/William Afton x GN Security Guard

Rating: Teen

Summary: Desperate for work, you seek the advice of career counselor Steve Raglan.

A reimagining of of the FNAF movie, with the gender of your character deliberately ambiguous so it can be enjoyed by anyone.

Also available on AO3

Your feet drum restlessly against the carpet and your eyes flicker towards the clock again. When your name is finally called, you don’t even recognize the sound at first. You’re miles away, wrapped in a cloud of worry and doubt because you need work so badly but your options are so limited.

And then that cotton fog draped around you dissipates and you hear your own name, evoked with a heavy dose of boredom and contempt for the position the woman finds herself in, for the endless traffic of hopefuls and rejections. Your voice is dry, rusty from disuse as you creak an acknowledgment.

You jolt out of your chair and follow her, dragging sweat drenched palms across dark polyester, hoping no one notices. You always perspire when you’re nervous, and you’re nervous 90% of the time. You attempt to work moisture into your mouth, try to still the rapid throb of your heart. It’s never been this bad before. You’re so desperate. That must be it.

“In here,” the guide drones, already turning to make the trek back. The open door looms before you. You can smell coffee brewing and think you hear the shuffle of papers.

As if held by some invisible force field you rock back and forth on your heels in the doorway, not quite ready to move.

“Come in,” a voice says, and it is a siren song you cannot resist. “Have a seat.”

You obey, practically collapsing into the empty cloth chair. It takes every amount of effort to lift your eyes and then you see the owner of that compelling voice for the first time.

He’s middle aged, with a crown of salt and pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard and moustache to match. The fluorescent lighting reflects on gold framed glasses that are at least a decade out of date. The fingers that turn the pages inside your folder are long and slender, deft in their movements. He says your name and your breath hitches in your throat as the man’s head lifts and you see his eyes, the palest blue, piercing you icicle sharp.

You feel him measure you in that first glance and you squirm nervously in your seat.

“This is quite the track record you have here,” he says, and you feel your heart sink. The fog descends upon you once more as a list of your previous positions and their abrupt terminations fills the air. You want to give excuses but they all sound so weak, so pathetic. And you are pathetic. You are undesirable.

And yet.

You don’t feel the career counselor is disapproving, precisely. He looks oddly satisfied as he closes the folder and leans forward, folding his hands. You notice the veins, blue and prominent in places, stretching up through pale white skin. “I have a job for you.”

“You do?” It’s the first sound you’ve uttered since you entered the office. You lick your lips, grateful there is some moisture to be had at last. “I’ll take anything.”

“It’s third shift. Security gig at an old restaurant. There have been some problems with vandalism, things like that.” He stands and you cannot help but notice the grace in the movement of the tall, lean figure as he makes his way to a small table behind you with a coffee maker and a box of baked goods. He offers a steaming cup but you decline, watching him reach for a pastry and settle back into his seat. A stray bit of icing clings stubbornly to his palm and your eyes watch raptly as he laps at the trace of sweetness coating creased flesh. “Do you want it?” His eyes snap to you so suddenly you feel the gaze lash against you, whip sharp.

“I’m sorry?”

“The job. Do you want the job?” There’s a touch of impatience in his voice now and you know you’ve disappointed him. Desperate to redeem yourself, you nod and give a breathless affirmation. “Good.” He smiles, a thin smirk, but there’s no humor in it, the gesture never touching his eyes. He offers a hand for you to shake and you accept, finding the slender digits deceptively strong. He could crush you, you think, with just these hands. “You start on Monday.”

***

You don’t know what exactly you’d expected, but it wasn’t this.

The career counselor had given you a brief history of the children’s party themed eatery, the details of its eventual demise less forthcoming. Your hands fumble with the padlock and chains securing the front door as you recall his instructions about keeping the less than reliable power running and monitoring the security cameras, while also ensuring the place stays tidy.

When you enter, it feels as if you are stepping inside a church.

There’s a stillness in that darkness that makes your movements feel reverent. You tred cautiously, gaze roving over barely discernible shapes in the shadows. You can smell stale pizza laced with the ammonia based cleaner used on the floors.

The security office is stifling and you’re grateful for the fan. It hums loudly to life at the touch of a button and you settle into a creaky old office chair with peeling artificial leather that’s seen better days, like much of the establishment. There’s a training video for you to watch and then it’s just you and the black and white screens for the evening. You don’t roam far that first night, still unsure. The times passes uneventfully and you think to yourself you can do this.

You have to make this work.

The days pass and you survive your first week. A second week progresses and you’re bolder now, exploring more of the building. You walk past the glow of the arcade games and stacks of empty pizza boxes and peek behind stage curtains, studying the animatronics with equal parts trepidation and fascination. You think you see them move sometimes but dismiss the notions immediately. It’s impossible. The eyes of the brown bear did not blink. The rabbit’s fingers did not twitch, ready to strum the guitar slung across his body. You did not hear a sigh from the beak of the bird, nor see the fox move his hooked appendage menacingly. Lunacy.

Past the main dining room , you find the smaller back rooms much more congested. You cannot identify much of what you see, but you endeavor to arrange things, at least somewhat, into neat piles. The internal frameworks of unused animatronics are more frightening than their working counterparts, but you cannot help but admire the colorful wires and trace the metal skeletons. One time you accidentally caress a sharp edge and draw blood. The place has a taste of you now and you wonder, as you suck absently on the injury, the tang of copper heavy on your tongue, if it enjoyed it.

The sensation that the building itself is alive in some way is one you can’t shake, no matter how unreasonable that concept sounds. You can almost feel it breathing, sighing around you. You imagine the generator is akin to a defibrillator, sparking life back into the heart of the structure. The pizza place haunts you even when you’re not at work. You dream about it, sometimes, see the animatronics step off the stage, find a tall figure in the shadows, familiar even in the darkness. You know who it is, deep down, but your conscious self denies it upon waking.

You linger in the mornings even after your shift is over, watching the streams of sunlight filter through the windows and strike the stained glass caricatures of the restaurant’s mascots, spilling shards of colors across the confetti printed carpet. There are no longer any traces of dust on the tables and chairs; you’ve made certain of that during your rounds. You’ve gradually restored the appearance to something nearing what it was in the peak of operation. All that’s missing is the laughter of children to bring this place back to what it once was.

But of course that would never happen.

The career counselor calls you one day, sounding friendlier than you recall during your first meeting. He says the owner is pleased, and you can sense the same satisfaction oozing from his raspy voice. You feel a warmth spread through you. You’ve done it. You’ve finally succeeded. You’re where you belong. This was meant to be.

“On the owner’s behalf, I’d like to treat you to breakfast one of these days. I could pick you up after work.”

“I’d like that.”

There’s an amused hum of sound you’ve come to recognize on the other end of the line as if he’s enjoying a private joke before hanging up and then you find yourself cradling the phone, no longer connected through voice but the link still palpable for you all the same, wondering when he will come for you.

It’s on purpose, you think, this vague invitation. The career counselor wants to catch you unawares, so you take extra care to look and smell nice each evening before going to work. You pace the confines of the security office and drag fingers along every surface. You want everything perfect for him. The place nearly vibrates with electricity, from the sign outdoors to the machines glowing in the arcade. You can feel the building waiting, anticipating. You feel that same energy mirrored in your blood, coursing through your body.

And then one morning you see the older model car pulling up outside the front door and you know it’s him. Your hands fumble the padlock closed and then you’re inside the vehicle next to him, sinking into leather. He offers you a smirk of greeting and your eyes stutter over the pinstriped gold shirt and eggplant tie, noting the rolled up sleeves of the button front shirt. It’s a weakness of yours; you’ve always found it attractive.

“Hungry?” he asks, and you nod, swallowing thickly. “Me too.” The second smile sets something stirring deep inside and you have to look away.

***

The roadside diner is crowded at this hour.

You slide into a bench seat, watching the man’s lean figure fold across from you. You order juice, scrambled eggs and toast and your companion selects black coffee, at odds to the danish he’s chosen. Always the bitter contrasting with the sweet, you think, admiring every movement he makes, from the deft tuck of napkin to the slight press against the bridge of his nose to reposition his glasses.

“Do you think I’ll ever get a chance to meet the owner?” you ask, dragging a fork through the last remnants of your eggs. You’d been absolutely famished, demolishing the contents of your plate.

There’s a long pause. “Do you want to?”

“Yes, I’d like to.” You don’t know where you find the courage to make this statement.

“Maybe one day.” The predatory smirk is back and you drop the fork, making a loud clang with the collision of steel against ceramic.

He waves away your protests at contributing towards the check and before you know it you’ve returned to the restaurant, where your own car sits waiting in the otherwise vacant parking lot.

“Thank you,” you murmur, reaching for the door. You don’t want to leave but he’s given no indication you have a reason to linger.

“Sweet dreams.”

Your fingers falter before making contact with the handle. Your body screams at you to find an excuse to touch him, any part of him, but of course there are none.

The interior of your car is cold and you feel both hollow and full as you turn the key in the ignition. He’s like a drug and you’re addicted and you can’t even begin to explain why. He’s virtually a stranger but you know him intimately, in some unspoken way.

You see the shadowed figure again in your dreams that day and this time you know they’re one and the same. He’s there, waiting for you to step into the darkness.

***

You weren’t even aware the facility had a door buzzer until it sounds one evening, giving you your first real jumpscare. You peer hurriedly at the monitors and realize someone is standing outside in the pouring rain, the hood of their jacket obscuring their features. Not once, in all this time, have you had any visitors, welcome or not. For all the negative claims against the place, for all the alleged talk of problems with vandalism and break ins, you’ve seen nothing save neglect that needed tending to.

The doorbell sounds again and you lurch to your feet. You’ve got a baton at your waist and a flashlight at the ready and you feel woefully unprepared.

The walk to the front door that you’ve made dozens of times effortlessly now feels like an eternal foreign path. You stumble past the booths and tables awkwardly, the hand holding the flashlight unsteady.

The rain drums loudly as you approach the glass. You turn the lock and crack the door open slightly.

It’s him.

It’s so obvious now that the career counselor is in front of you, that willowy frame looming just out of reach. You stammer an apology, stepping back to make room for him to enter, nearly tripping in the process.

He glides in shadow smooth. There are rain drops on his lenses, his cheeks, tracking like tears. They spill over his mouth and you want to taste it, feel the sandpaper scrape of short facial hair against your skin.

“Is everything ok? I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting…” your voice trails off as the door hisses then thuds shut. You think it sounds like a sigh before a jaw closes, entrapping its contents.

The wet jacket is shed, tossed onto the back of one of the nearby chairs. He still hasn’t spoken, offering no explanation for his sudden appearance. You watch him look around the dining room briefly before pulling the glasses away and untucking the hem of his shirt to polish the damp lenses dry.

“I..” you start again uncertainly.

“You wanted to meet the owner.” He’s still working on the glasses, scowling when he finds they’re not yet clear.

“Yes.” Now you’re frowning, puzzled.

“Well, now’s your chance.” His fingers abruptly still, setting the glasses down on a table and then his eyes find yours.

“I don’t…” you begin to protest but you feel your heart flutter.

“You know. You’ve always known.”

He closes the distance between you, so rapidly it seems as if he’s teleported. His lashes are clumped together, radiating like points of a star. A damp strand of hair drapes across his forehead and you long to brush it back. The compulsion to kiss him nearly strangles you. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“It’s you,” you manage, the flashlight dropping to the carpet. You’re dizzy, breathless, thinking you might collapse until his arms wrap around you. At last, at lastyou feel him, all that strength you knew he had, supporting you, clutching you against him. Your head tips up and his bows down and you have your first taste, those lips swallowing your own.

You drink him in, rainwater laced with faint coffee he must have had earlier, feel his tongue dart over yours, mapping you, marking you, teeth making sharp nips here and there and you welcome all of it. It’s like a dam breaking free finally and you lose yourself in the moment, let everything come rushing forward. He pushes and you crash against a wall, your back sending a framed poster featuring a trio of animatronics askew.

You struggle to touch him, cradle his face, thread fingers through damp tresses and he allows it for the briefest of moments before grabbing your wrists and pinning them against the wall. He draws back, leaving you gasping, writhing, still trying to grind your body against his. “Steve,” you plead, but he grunts in displeasure.

“William,” he corrects in a harsh whisper against your ear before lapping at the whorl of flesh. You repeat the name and his grip on your wrists tightens. You feel his nails digging into your skin, leaving crescent moon indentations. His lips caress your neck, nudging aside the starched collar of your security guard shirt. “I have so much to show you,” he pants against the base of your throat.

You don’t know precisely what he’s talking about, but whatever it is you’re committed. There’s no turning back now. “Show me,” you urge.

William abruptly releases your wrists, stepping back, the sudden absence of his warmth making you shiver. “Come with me,” he invites, pupils blown and shining, reflecting the neon lights. His hair’s mussed, shirt rumpled and he looks wild, almost feverish. He holds out a hand and you take it, allowing him to draw you forward, exiting the room, pulling you into the waiting darkness.