#freddy come get yo kid!!!

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

lover, you should've come over - m. schmidt

a/n: you guys should have seen this one coming! as always i appreciate any likes and reblogs and hope you enjoy :) warnings: suggestive themes, big angst, lots of talk about tattoos and pain and needles, mike having horrible anxiety and commitment issues, reader is mostly gender neutral except for one thing ! tattoo aftercare, hurt/comfort, kissing word count: 3.6k summary: you get a tattoo, and it terrifies mike. mostly because he realizes how much you love him. pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader now playing: lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley "my body turns and yearns/for a sleep that won't ever come/it's never over/my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder."

Penny has done almost all of your tattoos, save for the stick and poke star you gave yourself while you were way too high to be handling that sort of equipment, and a few flash designs you’ve gotten for holidays. And usually, you keep it simple and easy, pitching a design idea and getting a finished stencil a few hours later.

But this time, you go into the shop a few months before you plan to get the tattoo and describe to her what you want. She’s shocked that you want a half sleeve—It’s a big step, she tells you, and it’ll mean sitting for a few hours while she does her work. It’ll be painful, and the design will take a few weeks to get made, because she wants to give you the best possible design.

She does good work. When you visit again in about three weeks, you put down a deposit and make an official date to get it done. October 9th.

You go home that night to your small, but warm home to find your boyfriend trying to make chicken parm. His goal all year has been to learn how to cook, not just to make things out of a box. You know a bit better how to cook, but you let him improve his skills, always providing helpful, gentle critiques.

Abby is worse at being gentle.

She’s brutal with her brother’s cooking, and even though Mike loves your gentle words, he appreciates Abby’s feedback, and just wants her to eat a full plate of food before bed each night.

Tonight, his food smells good. You mentioned about a month ago how you missed your mom’s chicken parm, and since then, he’s been reading and researching different recipes at work. Ever since he quit working at Freddy’s, he’s put down the book of dreams and has picked up cookbooks, working his way up slowly.

You tell him he’ll be making Thanksgiving Dinner in no time. You kiss his jaw when you say that, and later, he returns the favor by placing a kiss to your shoulder.

You go to him, standing in the kitchen, as he squints at the recipe book in front of him. He wears washed blue jeans, an old Foo Fighters tee shirt and a pair of blue fuzzy socks. A towel hangs over his shoulder as he mutters to himself, as he gets ready to put some garlic bread in the oven.

You’re still in your work clothes, though, it’s not as if you’re wearing anything fancy. Just a different pair of jeans, and a tee shirt with your shop’s logo on it. Your hair is messy, and you smell vaguely of dirt. The smell has become comforting to him in his time knowing you.

You step closer to him, a hand resting gently on his shoulder. He relaxes at your touch.

“Hey, Mike.” You say softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Not too bad. The food smells pretty good.”

“You think so?” His voice is hopeful, especially since he’s trying to live up to your memories of the dish as a kid. It’s his way of thanking you for being so good to him while he’s gotten his shit together.

“Mhm. I’m gonna go wash up and have Abby help me set the table.” You tell him. You kiss his jaw quickly before heading off to the bathroom to scrub the dirt from beneath your fingernails. You wash your face and arms too and begin to realize how domestic this all is.

You never saw yourself having kids, and never thought of yourself dating someone who did.

And you still never think about having kids, but you did find yourself treating Abby as if she is your own. This has nothing to do with how much you adore her brother. Abby is just easy to love. You wonder if anyone’s ever told her that.

When your work boots find themselves at the end of your bed, you change into a muscle tee. You’re awfully fond of them. You find a pair of Mike’s fuzzy socks and slip them on too. You take a moment to stare at your shoulder in the mirror, imagining how it’ll look when ink covers it. Most of your tattoos are on your legs, and for a long time, this arm has been bare of any ink. You’ve been saving it for this project for years.

You go to Abby’s room and knock gently before entering. You find her painting at this aisle you got for her birthday. She’s been working on this painting for a few days now, and it’s turning out quite nice.

“Hey, Abs.” You say softly, and she puts her paintbrush down to give you this big, toothy grin. “Go wash up and help me set the table?” You ask.

“Sure.” She hums and starts to skip along to the bathroom, but you stop her at the door.

“And remember, even if Mike’s food is bad, what do we say?”

“Mm, this food is so good and not horrible at all!”

“Abby.”

She sighs.

“This is unlike anything you’ve made before, and I appreciate the effort?”

“That’s it.” You let her go wash up, and then go to set the table.

When Mike eventually serves dinner, you’re starved. You don’t care if it’s bad, or if it’s burnt, you know you’ll like it because you weren’t able to take a lunch break that day. But it genuinely looks good.

He cuts up Abby’s food and puts the plate in front of her before sitting down and looking to you two for a reaction. You take a bite, and you have to pause.

Did Mike really cook something not just edible, but… good?

Not fine, not decent, really good.

“Mike, this is—”

“Amazing!” Abby gasps, going in for another bite. His cheeks flush.

“You guys don’t have to pretend, it’s alright—”

“No, Mike, we’re not pretending, it’s really good!” You defend, going in for a second bite yourself. “Try it!”

He does, and he even looks shocked at the quality of the food he’s produced. And it sets the mood for the whole dinner, until you eventually blurt out,

“I booked a tattoo appointment for next week.”

“What are you getting?” Mike can’t ever admit this to you, but he adores your tattoos. He thinks the placement of them are all wonderful, even if they’re smaller. He likes to kiss them, to trace his fingers over them, to just admire them in the summer.

“It’s a surprise.” You tell him. Owning your own shop and being your own boss has its perks. You have no worries about people judging you for your half sleeve, deciding that you can just ban them from your shop.

Your conversation drifts off and you focus on other things. When you’re done, you and Mike begin to clean up with him, letting some of the pan soak in the sink. You sit on the counter, drying some of the plates as Mike rinses.

“Thank you for dinner.” You tell him.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Comfortable silence fills the room. “You’re really not gonna tell me what you’re getting?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” You smile softly. He dries his hand and steps between your legs. His hands land on either side of you, caging you in.

“Tease.” He mumbled, leaning forward, and kissing your shoulder. A hand goes to his hair, your fingers tangling in his locks.

“I’m not teasing, I’m just being a little secretive.” You tell him, playing with his hair. You’re a fan of the scruff he’s been growing out lately.

“Isn’t it gonna hurt?”

“Yeah, but I’ll take breaks and remember to eat.” You tell him. “This isn’t my first tattoo, Mike.”

“I know, baby.” He says softly, “I just get worried—”

“You get worried about me? And yet, when I’m worried about you, you ignore me but—” He cuts you off with a kiss, and your hands land on his jaw, the scruff tickling your face.

• • •

The ink swirls around your shoulder, a moth wrapping around your shoulder and reaching to the top of your arm. Vines wrap around the moth, as flowers bloom in different places. Your birth flower is one of them, as well as your mother’s. You also place Abby and Mike’s around the moth, maybe protecting it. Thorns poke out of some of the vines, and the ink covers your shoulder, and down to just above your elbow.

You got it done on a Saturday afternoon, leaving late enough so Mike could sleep in without having to deal with Abby, but being able to give them some time to relax together.

It takes a few hours, and by the end of it, you’re exhausted. As with all your other tattoos, you’re sore, but this is a new type of sore. You ache for Mike’s hands on you, to hold you and kiss your shoulders, even though he can’t kiss your left shoulder for a few days.

The second skin will remain on your arm for a day or two, and then you’ll have to go through the process of moisturizing your tattoo.

You have Penny take lots of photos of it before you head home, Mike and Abby both waiting in anticipation for you to come home and show them your new ink. You’re excited to show them, since there’s a connection to them in the art. 

When you open the door, Abby runs to you and immediately starts to look for the ink in question. She gasps when she sees it, all wrapped up on your arm.

“It’s a moth,” You tell her, “With my favorite plants.” You crouch down to point out different plans in the works. “These are my mom’s birth flowers, they’re carnations.” You tell her, “Do you know what these are?” You point to another flower.

Abby shakes her head, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the fresh, raw flesh of the person she considers to be her caregiver.

“They’re lily of the valley flowers. They’re your birth flower.” You reach out and tuck hair behind her ear. Then, you point to the third flower. “And these? They’re honey suckles. They’re Mike’s birth flower.”

Mike watches your interaction, listening to your explanation of the tattoo. Suddenly, this anxiety pools in his chest. You’ve been living together for a few months, but somehow a symbol of him and Abby being engraved on your skin makes things all too real.

He could cry.

“Did you get the flowers because you’re a flower person?” You grin, knowing she doesn’t remember the title of your job.

“Botanist, you mean? Sort of, but you two mean a lot to me, and I wanted to tribute something to you guys.” You confess.

She grins and turns to look at Mike.

“I wanna be a tattoo artist when I’m older.” Mike is pale with anxiety.

He wants to tell you it looks good, that it’s brilliantly done, but he doesn’t find it in himself. He wants to run, to abandon this relationship at the door, to never speak to you again to avoid the fact that he wants you desperately and thinks he might marry you one day.

He walks off to the bathroom, and he’s unsure if it’s to throw up or to cry.

You’re disappointed, because you wanted him to like it desperately, since this tattoo is now on you forever, and you wanted it to be a tribute to him. It almost hurts you that he doesn’t love it. Or at least pretend to. Instead, his disdain is visible on his face, and you do your best to turn your attention back to Abby.

“Wanna help me make dinner?” You smile softly, and she nods.

“Did your tattoo hurt?” She acts gently.

“Yeah, but with a good artist it goes quickly, and they don’t aim to torture you.” You explain, as you begin to make mac and cheese.

As she sets the table, you turn back to her and ask, “Can you go get Mike for dinner?” She nods and skips along to your bedroom, where Mike sits on the bed, frustrated with himself.

“Mike?” She asks gently. “We’re making mac and cheese.”

“I’m not hungry.” He says softly, and Abby can just tell something isn’t right.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t feel well..”

“Oh…” she suspects this is a lie.

“I’m sorry. Tell them I said sorry.” Tears prick Mike’s eyes. He’s unsure why he’s like this, and why he can’t just admire your tattoo and love you and tell you how much you mean to him. But he can’t. He gets the words out. He wants to love you so badly but something in him demands to not let him be happy.

He lays on the bed and tries to stay quiet as he cries.

• • •

Hours later, you sit at the table anxiously, your hands tapping on the wood, a cold bowl of Mac and Cheese on the table. You decide to get up to clean up dinner, and just as you do, soft steps creep out of the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

Mike stands and stares at the cold dinner that he feels bad for rejecting. He should just tell you what’s bothering him. Instead, his gaze turns and looks at you, doing the dishes.

“You didn’t have to make dinner.”

“You didn’t seem well, and Abby needed to eat.”

This comment sparks a much larger fire in Mike, and he isn’t sure why he’s angered by how much you care about his sister, his world.

“You aren’t her mom, you don’t have any reason to make her dinner or put her to bed—”

“Yeah, Mike, well, You’re not really her dad.” You glare. “I’ve taken care of her for months, fed her, made sure she’s taken care of, I’ve picked her up from school, and now suddenly, you’ve decided I have no right to just care about her? Fuck you, if you don’t love me anymore, then don’t take it out on your sister, talk to me like a god damn grown up and stop acting like a child.” You spit, angrily turning back around to keep doing your dishes so that Mike doesn’t see your red face or your tears.

With your back turned, he can see the moth on your shoulder blade, and he aches to trace the lines of your tattoos, kissing the skin around it. But cotton fills his mouth every time he tries to sew the gap between you two.

And your words strike him. He knows why you might think he doesn’t love you anymore, but he does. He loves you deeply and finds himself enamored with you, and yet he can’t even compliment this tattoo that you have obviously put a ton of time, effort and money into.

“I’m sorry—” You start, but he cuts you off.

“I think we should give each other some space.” The words hit you like a ton of brick, and you’re ready to get on your hands and knees and beg him, beg him to not leave, beg him to forgive you (for what, you don’t know), beg him to touch you, beg him to want you.

“What..?”

“I just think I need some space.” He said softly, leaning against the kitchen doorway. You want to ask if he’s hungry, to kiss away all the sadness in the worry lines of his face.

You nod, bite your tongue. He wants to hold you and tell you he doesn’t mean it.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” You mumble, sighing softly. You also plan to leave early before Mike gets up.

Mike steps towards you, maybe to apologize. You step past him to go get pajamas from your dresser, not letting him grasp onto you. You don’t want him to apologize now. You want him to sit in his regret and you want to sit in your anger.

As you attempt to fall asleep that night, you pray Abby didn’t hear your conversation with him.

Both of you try to drift to sleep and salt streams from your eyes and into your ears.

• • •

A few days pass. Your tattoo starts to heal, and you take the second skin off your shoulder and arm and begin the process of aftercare.

You and Mike exchanged a total of about thirty words over the next few days. Abby noticed your angst towards each other and tried to get the two of you to make up. She figured that Mike was being an idiot, and just needed to apologize.

She was right, but he didn’t want to admit that to his kid sister.

It’s hell. You have to pretend that you don’t want to beg for his forgiveness, but you know that neither of you are blameless. Your pride tells you not to be the first one to cave. His anxiety tells him that you hate him.

When he gets home one afternoon from work, you’re napping in bed. He knows the couch isn’t that comfortable and he’s sure you’re home because you’d mentioned to Abby that you weren’t feeling well. You probably didn’t expect to still be asleep when he got home.

But you’re wearing one of his shirts. He kisses your head and leaves a glass of water and cold medicine on the nightstand, before going to make himself busy somewhere else, as if not to disrupt your rest.

He takes one last glance at you before he leaves.

One night, he comes home from work late. You take it as an opportunity to take a hot shower after putting Abby to bed and taking a few minutes to sit in the bedroom that you missed while sleeping on the couch.

Besides, your bones ached from that uncomfortable couch while you were spoiled, used to Mike’s warm bed.

You barely hear the front door open as you continue your nightly routine. You need to apply lotion to your tattoo, to keep it moisturized as it heals. But you find yourself struggling to reach your shoulder.

Mike watches you from the doorway of the bedroom, biting his lip. The bags around his eyes have grown darker since your fight.

He takes off his boots first, and then strips his top down to an undershirt, then takes off his jeans. If you weren’t so busy, you’d acknowledge how handsome he looked in just his boxers and a gray tee shirt.

The bed dips behind you, as he sits behind you. You stop what you’re doing.

“Give me the lotion.” He says softly, and with a sigh of defeat, maybe even a bit of relief, you hand him the lotion. He squirts some lotion on his hands, then begins to rub it into your skin. You shudder at the contact, and he feels tears in his eyes again. He missed you. “I’m sorry I didn’t say I liked your tattoo. I love it.”

“I’m sorry I said you didn’t love me, and I’m sorry I said you weren’t Abby’s dad.”

“But I’m not—”

“But you are her parent.”

“So are you.”

A silence fills the room.

“What happened on Saturday?”

“I got anxious when I saw Abby and I’s birth flowers on you. Like how much I loved you was just engraved in your skin, and I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t mean to push you away, I was just terrified. Terrified that you’re going to leave. Terrified that I won’t be able to protect you.” His voice cracks at the end, and he leans his head against your shoulder that isn’t inked.

Your head turns to kiss his head.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know..” he says softly, but a part of him doesn’t believe it. You and Abby, you’re the only ones who have stayed, the only ones he’s been able to save. He doesn’t know who he is without the two of you. “I’m sorry, I was such a dick.”

“Yeah, but so was I.” You tell him.

“I love your tattoo. I love all of your tattoos. All of them. I love kissing them. I’m desperate for this one to heal so I can kiss this shoulder again.”

“Thank you for helping me with it. It itches like a son of a bitch.” You tell him, a weak smile on your face. Tears stain your shirt.

“Can we go back to normal now? I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you so much.” You turn and wrap your arms around him, the warmth radiating from his body as he holds you close. You wonder if either of you will ever be able to let yourselves be loved.

You hope to let each other try.

You kiss him, salty tears mixing, as you hold him close. He’s careful of your tattoo, not wanting to scratch or hurt you. He’s gentle in a way that betrays him. He desires you in this way that transcends want or need, something that is vital, as if it were breathing.

Yet his hands remain respectful. Gentle. You’re the one that adjusts your position to be over him, as you gently push him back against the bed, kissing him deeper.

He decides he will marry you someday. That maybe the idea of being with you for the rest of his life isn’t scary.

Not when you kiss him like that.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #movie!mike #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #abby schmidt #abby schmidt platonic #mike schmidt angst #hurt/comfort #josh hutcherson

[thewerewolf31]

FNAF AU

I want to present to you one of my alternative universes, this AU is based on the ending where Gregory runs away from the Pizzaplex and Vanny finds him; she kills him and hides his body under the Pizzaplex. Mike rescues his soul and shares Glamrock Freddy's body with him.

While Gregory and Mike come up with a plan to stop Vanny, The animatronics that Gregory destroyed were repaired as quickly as possible to get them back to work, so more kids are killed by them.

Let's meet them 👀

🐔 Cindy

The first is Cindy, a little girl who loves pizza and is a fan of Glamrock Chica, she was playinq at the Mazercise when she heard Chica calling her, she followed her voice until she arrived at a staff room where she was killed. Her parents reported her missing minutes after they went to look for her at the Mazercise.

🐺 Rosie

Now meet Rosie, an extrovert, sporty and fearless girl; she is a fan of Roxanne Wolf. Rosie was with her parents at Rockstar Row but she was very bored so she separated from them to explore the rest of the Pizzaplex. She arrived at the entrance of the Roxy Raceway, there she found Roxanne who convinced her to enter for "a private driving practice". Rosie enthusiastically accepted and followed her to the go-kart garage, once alone and away from all the people, Rosie was killed.

🐊 Max

He is a pampered and troubled kid who enjoys annoying others. Max was a fan of the show "Freadbear & Friends" because he always watched cassette recordings of the episodes, he was very excited to see the original band in their Glamrock version but when he saw that Foxy and Bonnie were replaced by a wolf and an alligator he was very disappointed and threw a tantrum. His parents took him to Monty's Gator Golf to calm him down, but Max walked away from them unseen and when he was about to kick a Roxy figure, Monty appeared to rebuke him, took him by the arm by force and yanked him to "report his attitude to an employee". Monty took him to an empty office and then Max was killed.

☀️🌙 Milo & Sally

These are half siblings who met a few months before the Pizzaplex reopened, their father took them there to establish a friendship between them, Milo tried yo get along with Sally, but she acted distand. Their father had to leave for an emergency, so he left them at the Superstar Daycare, there were no other kids and they were bored until Sun showed up yo play with them and try yo cheer them up, hours later, the lights went out and Moon showed up yo take the kids and then, they were killed.

They were all killed in one day, and at night the souls of the children haunted the rooms of the animatronics, confused and scared by what happened.

Mike and Gregory then left without being seen by Vanessa and gathered the children together, explained what was going on and gave them a second chance to stop their killer.

Cindy and Rosie chose their favorite animatronics, but Max had to resign himself to choosing Monty because his favorite (Glamrock Freddy) was already taken. Meanwhile Milo and Sally to come to an agreement, Milo would take control of Sun and Sally would take control of Moon.

Together, the children learned to live with each other and with their animatronics, Mike took care of them and prepared them for the moment when they were to take action. Now that the main gang was possessed, Vanny couldn't kill any more children.

One day they finally showed up in front of Vanessa, hunting her down during her night watch with the purpose of catching her and ending it all once and for all.

And that's how it ends, a security guard running from possessed animatronics, a cycle that repeats itself over and over again.

#five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #fnaf vanny #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #daycare attendant #michael afton #fnaf gregory #fanart #oc #alternate universe #artists on tumblr

[venbetta]

You asked for some freaky Friday prompts sooo

•I’ve noticed that Monty (ingame) seems to be significantly stronger then the other gang, i wonder if Freddy is struggling with getting used to that- like has bro tried to open a door and took the handle off too?

•Freddy reading “how to pay bass for dummies” books and “golfing for beginners” magazines… then someone stumbles into “Monty” reading them and is ultra confused

•Visa versa, I wonder if Monty is struggling to get used to having a weaker body. Like, does he try to lift boxes and realize he’s not strong enough to actually lift them…then he gets stuck cause he’s too weak to lift it, but too stubborn to drop it smh

•This doesn’t have much to do with the strength thing, but Monty just, not having the magic touch with crayons and keeps snapping them.

•Both of them having a hard time signing each others signatures. Like a kid comes up and wants his PizzaPlex refillable cup to be signed by Monty, and freeddy just takes a looong time to do it, while glancing up at the neon signs of Monty’s signature everywhere. Same goes for Monty out in Fazerblaster hehehe

•OHH, both of them getting annoyed at the music playing in their respective areas and missing the music of their original areas :) or maybe enjoying the change of pace idk

Anyway sorry these blorbos live rent feee in my head

Love ur comic SO MUCH!! Take you time, make some tea, get some fresh air, take care of yo self ❤️

*eats*

The fact that some of these are prompts I've never thought of LMAO I'm definitely gonna draw some of those gags

I'll definitely take care, I'm taking my time with this 💜

#submission #freaky friday #fnaf sb au #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator

[charliedawn]

Slashers reaction to the reader falling down a highest building yet still alive on the ground and the reader is now like "i was expecting a trampoline to catch me i guess i missed it"

Freddy saw you fall and hesitated for a moment before finally coming to check in on you.

Freddy : "Yo. Are you dead ?" *pokes you to make sure*

You *gasp back to life*

Freddy *screams* : "WHAT IN THE...?! HOW ?!"

Freddy was surprised to find you still alive. I mean..Who would survive that ? Besides the slashers of course. But, he ended up bursting out laughing and hit your back amically.

"Good job, kid ! Amazing prank ! Say..How did you do it ? From one prank master to another ?"

Freddy wouldn't be that worried, he does that kind of thing all the time and it was high time someone did the same. He was worried at first, but once he knew you were fine, he was proud and impressed that you would pull such a good prank on him.

When they saw you fall, Kevin was holding the light, but they all started running to catch you.

Fortunately, they succeeded in getting a hold of you in time and roll to the floor in their hurry. Kevin's heart was racing as he stood up and stated checking on you.

"Are you alright ?! Did you break something ?! Are you hurt ?!"

They were all worried, but were surprised when you dusted your clothes nonchalantly and shrugged absent-mindedly.

You : "I thought there would be a trampoline to catch me..But, oh well. I'm glad you were there."

The Horde couldn't believe their ears and Dennis took the opportunity to take the light and you could feel their grip tighten as he took over.

"Do not ever do that again..Okay ?!", he demanded authoratively.

You agreed and he let out a sigh of relief before hugging you tightly. They really thought you were a goner.

"Are you stupid ?", Pennywise asked in disbelief when you landed.

He knew you were alive and only crouched next to you to wait until you had regained consciousness. He knew humans were crazy, but you had just proved his point so bluntly that he just had to ask.

"Have you heard of survival instinct ? Do you even have one of those ?"

You didn't answer and Pennywise shook his head before grabbing you by the back of the neck to get you up on your feet. He then let his mask of constant jaded attitude fall to ask worriedly.

"...Are you hurt ?"

Pennywise may look unbothered by everything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care.

"Hum..Are you okay, human ?"

Penny asked when you landed on your face and was a little worried you were dead at first, but was immediately reassured when he saw you move.

He then looked up at the place you had fallen from and giggled before jumping in the air to fall from where you had.

He landed next to you with his arms and legs spread rather comically and laughed when he looked up to find Pennywise standing there, his hands in his pockets and an eyebrow raised, highly unimpressed.

"Having fun I see ?"

Penny and you giggled together while Pennywise rolled his eyes, turning around to get back to his rocking chair. He knew you two would be fine.

Joker didn't know what you were doing until you tilted forward and started falling. He ran to catch you, but was too late as you landed harshly on the ground. He immediately knelt beside you and rolled you over to check for any major injury, but was relieved to find none.

"Are you okay, sweetie ?", he still asked worriedly and you answered with a wide grin.

"Yup. Sorry. I thought the trampoline would catch me."

Joker frowned before looking up at the tall building you had just fallen from and shook his head.

"Even a trampoline wouldn't have helped you, you fell from too high and you would have knocked your teeth off..Are you sure you are alright ?"

He was starting to wonder if you had a concussion, but kept it to himself before smiling.

"You gave me quite the fright, you know ?"

You giggled to yourself and nodded.

"I know..I saw you running. Quite the performance."

He laughed heartily at that.

"Not as impressive as yours. I'm sure."

Joker wouldn't stay upset too long and would laugh it off as soon as he would be certain you are alright.

Michael had a heart attack when he saw you jump. He let everything he had in his hands clatter to the floor and ran so fast, he was sure he would trip and fall. Fortunately, he felt a boost coming from deep inside of him and knew Myers was helping him.

He caught you and cradled you into his arms, glancing up and down for any sign of injury. When he was sur you were fine, he waited for an explanation with a quizzical frown.

"Sorry..I thought a trampoline would catch me..", you explained with a small apologetic smile and his frown only deepened as he thought of the jump..It was very strange you would act so recklessly, but he wasn't going to question you too much.

He only grunted understandingly before putting you down. But, as you were about to run away, he gripped your shoulder and shook his head negatively.

He wouldn't let you go and do something like that again.

He forced you to stay by his side for the rest of the day for protection.

"Tell me. When did you lose your mind ?", Five asked you after he time-jumped to save you.

He was enjoying his morning coffee when he saw you fall.

He sighed and took another sip of his coffee before jumping back in time to stop you. He knew you were probably fine, but better safe than sorry.

When you said you thought there would be a trampoline to catch you, he shook his head in disbelief before answering you on a matter-of-factly tone.

"The trampoline was moved a few weeks ago. You were there. And even if it was still there, it wouldn't have caught you from that distance. You would have ended up with both of your knees broken. At best."

Five would make sure it doesn't happen again and lock you up if necessary, so he may have a day of peace.

Jason would be concerned and look around for help or bring you back inside. However, he wouldn't be that worried. He knows it's dangerous, but has witnessed a lot of people jumping and surviving.

He used to throw people through windows and some of them got up, some of them didn't..But, most of the time, he had to finish the job himself.

So, he would first try to find out if you're in one or the other category. He shook you back and forth to wake you up and was relieved when you opened your eyes. At least, you were still alive.

He smiled and then ignored your complaints when he started carrying you around.

Jason wouldn't let you get hurt a second time.

Brahms heard you and it was only when you were already on the floor that he noticed you. He didn't know what happened, so he approached you and tilted his head to observe you, wondering if it was a game of some kind.

When he realized you could be hurt, he panicked and ran inside to warn the nurse/staff.

Brahms doesn't handle stressful situations well and always tries to reach out for someone first, someone who could help you.

But, he wouldn't leave you if you asked and make sure you would be alright the time he went back inside to seek for help.

Brahms would be confused when he would see you stand up and act as if nothing happened. He would follow you around and make sure you really are alright before returning to his jovial self.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #michael myers x reader #slashers #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #freddy krueger x reader #the horde x reader #five hargreeves x reader #arthur fleck x reader

[robynlilyblack]

Can't believe she's gone - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g Sirius Black x shy! fem! reader on a late night drive)

fred weasley x wolfstar!daughter

where maybe the leave their kids with y/n's parents for the night and come back to a chaotic house, haha

To victory!

Fred Weasley x fem! wife! Reader

Dads! Wolfstar x daughter! reader

Summary: Y/n’s parents babysit the kids while she and Fred go on a date…safe to say chaos ensues 

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, fluffy chaos, mentions of eating, sex and drinking, reader and Fred being a little tipsy and giggly together

A/n: 1k words, I couldn’t help Fred and the reader being chaotic too it’s only natural x

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You giggled skipping down the path, pulling Fred along behind you with one hand while holding your heels with the other

“Merlin love” he chuckles stopping, causing you to stumble gently backwards into his chest, his hand finding your shoulders to steady you “What’s the rush?" he asks turning you round

You blink cutely up at him, you weren’t drunk by any means but you were a little tipsy. It had been a long while since you and Fred had a proper date like this, one where you didn’t have the kids interrupting, or trying to get them to behave, or had to be home by a certain time.

You knew somewhere in the back of your mind the house would be chaos, two beautifully chaotic children being watched by your adorable twin daughters was certain a recipe for comedic disaster.

However, in this moment, all you could think about was how pretty your husband was and how books and movies were right, you could fall in love with someone over and over again

“You’re so beautiful Freddie” you place your hand on his chest, smiling up at him

Even after all these years together you were still the only person that could make Fred Weasley blush and you grinned, the light dusting of pink lit up by the streetlights made you swell with pride

“You didn’t answer by question lovely” he leans in towards you in a playful challenge, your noses mere millimetres from touching

“Well” your fingers begin to play with his suit jacket “My parents are staying tonight and if our little trouble makers have their way they’ll wanna sleep with dad in his Padfoot form” you bite your lip, giving him cheeky look

Fred’s eyes light up, although it's more like they burn as his face forms into a smirk, grasping your hand and pulling you along

“Freddie…some of us don’t have lanky legs like you…or shoes” you whine shuffling behind him, although your tight clad feet weren’t that uncomfortable on the pavement

He laughs but slows down, turning back every now and again to check you were okay. Eventually you get back to the house, your arms down wrapped around Fred’s as you approach the front door

Fred pats his pockets “You got the keys?” he looks down at you cringing…of course you both would forgot

You shake your head and uncouple yourself from him, begining yo pat his arse

“Love” he lets out a very amused chuckle “What are you doing?” he eyes you

 “It might be in your back pocket” you shrug and what starts off as a pretty innocent pat ends up with you just feeling up his arse, not that your husband minds of course, he even lets it go on for almost a fill minute

“Okay” he pulls your hands…yes hands...away to which you pout at him “You can do that as much as you want later” he tells you 

You hold up your pinkie and he smiles so widely your heart bursts “Merlin you’re still the cutest human ever” he accepts the pinkie, wrapping his own around yours and pecking your lips for good measure

“Don’t tell either of our daughters that one” you giggle, starting to lead him around the back of the house and hope you can gain one of your fathers’ attention through the window

As you reach the window Fred peers in “I can’t see anyone…” he looks in thought for a moment “…you thinking what I’m thinking?” he wiggles his eyebrows

You grin at him, putting on your shoes and shifting into your bird form, flying a little wobbly up and through the small crack in the upper section of the widow. You shift back, you regret putting back on your shoes as you have to grab the counter to steady you before leaning forward and opening for Fred to climb through

“Nice flying lovely” he winks climbing up with a groan “You know sneaking in was a lot easier when I young-er…oh fuck” he curses, catching his foot on the window and tumbling into you

You both are knocked to the floor with a light thud “Freddie” you whine 

“Yeah love?”

“You’re squishing me and you hit my boob on the way down” 

He lifts himself up right away, legs straddling your hips as he checked you “Sorry” he bites back his smile until eventually you both start giggling as he cups both of them “Better safe than sorry” he says and you both giggle until there is a small squeal and patters on the floor

“To victory!” you both stare at one of your daughters with a tinfoil hat and sword in hand, riding though on Padfoot, who has his own little tinfoil made leash and armour

You and Fred don’t have time to register as voices come from the other door 

“Padfoot! We have the high ground” you hear your daughter squeal as Remus holds her over his head, a tinfoil spear in her hand

Remus stops noticing you and Fred on the floor, as does your daughters,

“Mummy! Daddy!” your daughter squeals scrabbling out from Remus’ arms as he sets her down

You and Fred smile at her, neither of you realising Fred’s hands were still on two particular assets until your elder daughter climbs off of Padfoot and looks at you funny

“Daddy? Are you and mummy playing too?” she asks so innocently

You and Fred look at each other, then to her, then to Sirius who as shifted back and giving your husband a minor death glare, then to Remus who just looks in an amused confusion looking between you and the open window, then to your other daughter, before finally looking down at your breasts and breaking out in a giggling fit

Your parents share a look, ushering your daughters away with the promises of chocolate and leaving you and Fred to your own devices. Deciding that your sober selves could deal with how they had moved the furniture had been moved to create a battlefield and used up all of your tinfoil to make faux weapons and armour…oh and there was a life sized cut out of Victor Krum, that not even your parents could explain, in your bedroom that would scare the living daylights out of you and Fred when you woke up tomorrow

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley and you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley x y/n #sirius black and reader #sirius x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin and reader #wolfstar daughter #wolfstar parents #wolfstar #robyns1kcelebration

[glambots]

Hi could i request sun, moon, monty and freddy with an s/o that writes songs?

🎩Glamrock Freddy + "A Songwriter S/O:"🎩

That's amazing, Superstar! As a songwriter himself (and as a singer of-course) he is very interested in seeing what sort of songs you have made. If you would allow him too, he would love to read some of your work sometime! Maybe one day, he could even get to perform one of your pieces on stage with the rest of the band! Ah, do not mind him--that could just be wishful thinking...

🐊Montgomery Gator + "A Songwriter S/O:"🐊

Yo, how come you never told him you wrote songs?! He's been waiting for the chance to get his own solo, and this is the perfect opportunity! Babe, you've gotta help him out--if he's got the rock and roll power, and you've got the writing skills, he's sure together you could make something that will blow their old stuff out of the water! (And finally prove that he's a better lead than Freddy!)

☀️Sunnydrop + "A Songwriter S/O:"☀️

Oh-ho-ho!! Really?! Wowie, that's amazing! Can--Can he listen to some of your music? Oh--do you sing? Do you play instruments too? Or do you just write? It's okay if that's the only thing you do, of course! H-He's just curious because he loves to sing! And dance, and do tricks, and shows, and-and--maybe you could make a song together one day, to show to the Daycare! The kids would love it!!!

🌙Moondrop + "A Songwriter S/O:"🌙

Oh-ho! How interesting. What sort of music do you write? Hopefully none of that...loud...so very, very loud--music that he often hears next door. And coming from the stages. And always playing in the Daycare. (So noisy. It's always so noisy, so loud--) Are your songs soft? Lullabies he can sing to the children? It would be nice, if at least one of them were...something he could sing to you...

#ask #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #sunnydrop #moondrop #scenario #sfw #fluff #cute #silly #anonymous

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 10

Happy post-holidays, everyone! Here's another chapter of these two gays and their daughter to celebrate the new year! Full chapter under the cut as always :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Jack had finished placing the last dirty dish in the sink for dealing with later.

“We should probably head out soon,” he declared to the drawing aubergines at the cleared table.

“Ugh, fine,” Dave sighed, putting his pencil down in dismay. Pruny didn’t take the hint as she continued doodling unbothered.

“So, what’s our grand plan for today, then?”

“Huh? I dunno, show up?”

“I meant your ‘Aubergine’s handy dandy three-step plan’ or whatever you called it?”

“Oh that!” he finally recalled. “...Yeah I don’t remember.”

“What do you mean you ‘don’t remember’?”

“I dunno, with Pruny showin’ up and all, things kinda got sidetracked. We can probably save the plan for next time, eh?”

“What, so we just show up and… do our job then?”

“...I guess?”

“Well that’s unexpectedly anticlimactic…” Jack quietly admitted to himself. Though he couldn’t decide if he was relieved or disappointed. Honestly, it was probably both. Still, this was quite out of character for the Dave he’d come to know up to this point.

“C’mon, Prune, time to go.” Dave lightly nudged her arm, finally getting her attention as she quickly gathered that the time for drawing was sadly over.

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The colorful cast exited the car, stepping foot onto the Fazbender’s parking lot as they headed for another accursed day shift at Freddy’s.

“Well hey! Look Pruny!” Dave exclaimed, suddenly kneeling down to her level and pointing.

“There’s the dumpster where we first met! Now ain’t that just nostalgic! …Gosh, it feels like so long ago with how much’s happened, but it hasn’t even been a whole day yet!”

*sigh*

Pruny didn’t quite read much of what Dave had rambled about, so she hoped they weren’t expecting any sort of special reaction about the dumpster Dave had just pointed to for… some reason? Jack seemed to ignore the matter altogether, so it was probably not important.

Weird as this Fazbender's place was, though, she was content to be back. She often hung around this building but never had the nerve to actually go inside and see it for herself until they’d (forcefully) taken her in. It didn’t live up to her every dream, but it was still exciting to her nonetheless. She’d never really been inside any fun place for kids like most kids had been, so it was nice to finally have her turn.

Jack and Dave pushed open the heavy doors into the pocket dimension of hell at which they worked. To where its phone-headed arbiter “happened” to be waiting for them.

“Yo, Scott. How’s ev—”

“I may just be stressed to the point of paranoia,” Scott harshly interrupted, “but I really don’t find it a good sign that you’re arriving with Dave now considering his… reputation.”

“Love ya too, Phoney—”

“—Yeah, well, that’s only because someone left his kid behind with me—”

“And you brought her BACK here!? Why would you do that!?”

“It’s… bring-your-child-to-work day again…?” Dave weakly attempted.

“Yeah no, uhm… there’s a whole… situation.” Jack resisted the urge to rub his temples while recalling all of last night’s and this morning’s headaches.

“C’mon, Phoney, just admit it! This place is a glorified daycare and you know it!”

“—Okay, whatever! I don’t care!” he finally snapped out of sheer resigned stress. “I have much more concerning problems than your ‘parenting style’ to worry about right now! If you don’t somehow already know, four children have gone missing yesterday, and so far things are looking to shape up into yet another Freddy’s threatening scandal that I have to deal with!”

“Oh, well, that’s not so bad! It coulda been five kiddins!”

“No, no, it’s very bad actually! And if I don’t… no no, I’m not gonna think about that right now…”

Scott wandered away, hands practically attached to where his temples would be.

...but then heel-turned back around to add:

“Now go make yourselves useful for once, before I make this your problem too! Go on, get! Saferoom! Now! And don’t you even dare mention a word of this to anyone!”

He then promptly marched off toward a group of children who were all encouraging each other to climb on top of the animatronics on stage.

“Sheesh Louise, he sure woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“No kidding. I suppose that’s what happens to a guy who has to single-handedly save a sinking ship from a child murder scandal. Must suck to be him right now,” Jack shallowly sympathized as if they didn’t have a direct hand in Phoney’s current situation.

“Alright kid, you’re free to do whatever the hell you want while— …Prune?”

But she was already long gone from sight.

“Oh. Well, she really takes after me, huh?” said Dave rather proudly.

“...Sure.”

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The three men had been talking for a while with no sign of wrapping up anytime soon, so Pruny took it upon herself to wander around like kids are supposed to do here… right? Those guys worked here, so they’d be too busy to watch her all day anyway.

As she continued wading through the large, crowded dining space to the other side, she recalled that there was that gigantic present box next to the Prize Corner that had her curious from yesterday. Of course, that creepy guy was still there smiling blankly behind the counter, but she figured that she could easily sneak from the other side without him noticing pretty easily for closer inspection.

Approaching the box, Pruny hugged up against it to get a sense for how big it truly was. And in doing so, she felt some sort of plucking vibrations reverberating through it, kinda similar to clock ticking, but definitely different; this thing apparently seems to play some sort of music or sound, she gathered. That only piqued her curiosity even further.

So she naturally opened up its giant lid.

And then it slowly, grandly emerged from the box, rising to its feet as it began to tower over her.

And it then looked down at her with its rather haunting clownish mask face.

She naturally stepped back, partially out of natural fear but also to behold it better at a distance, but her fascinated stare at it remained unbroken.

The puppet’s head tilted.

And then the question crossed her mind, whether this thing also had a robotic voice or not, because to her frustration, it seemed like all the robots here had some sort of voice, even the strange Phone Guy, but obviously no moving lips to read. Although, she could sometimes detect the faintest sound of muffled voices from them, yet she heard nothing of the sort from this ominous… thing.

She didn’t know if she preferred its eerie silence or not.

And then it stepped out of the box. And then it extended a creepy hand out to her.

She carefully considered her options. Was this safe? What did it want with her?

…

She decided to take its hand.

(Chapter 11)->

#heehee guess who's finally heeeeere~! #dayshift at freddy's #dayshift at freddys #dsaf #jack kennedy #dave miller #jack dsaf #dsaf jack #dave dsaf #dsaf dave #peter kennedy #dee kennedy #dee dsaf #peter dsaf #dsaf fanfic

[inlocusmads]

chosen family ~ trystan thorne

One does not simply ask their friends how to go about a drastic career change. Unfortunately, Trystan doesn't receive the memo. (Pre-Crimes of Passion)

wc: 3k, teen+, strong language

a/n: Written for @choicesjanuary2024, prompt for day 27: "Explore a character’s path to enlightenment as they embark on a journey toward self-discovery and understanding."

banner credits: jack forrest on behance

2016

“Dude, I am telling you, Todd’s gonna blow his audition, he’ll come back whining and take up the job. You’re just going to have to give him some time to know he’s a shit actor.”

Trystan laughed, wiping off the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.  “That is so mean, man.”

Monty shrugged, handing him a straw for his soda. “See? Even the prince agrees.”

“Nah, I don’t believe it.” Lee said, hunching over the kitchen counter, while he waited for the oven to finish baking the bread. “The market’s pretty soft for anybody with brown hair.”

“That’s weirdly specific. What market have you been watching?”

“No, dude, like -- you know the other day, they had a casting call poster and they were handing that stuff out to the people in the ice cream shop. It’s like this - y’know how there’s this -- huge requirement for uh, reality show models and stuff - how news companies don’t hire people who aren’t blonde, shit like that. Brunette is the new blonde these days, y’know? And god bless if you’re a natural one at that.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“All I’m saying is, Todd’s got a good chance. As equal as those freaks from drama schools.”

“You think I have a shot, Lee?” Trystan asked, toying with his can of soda. 

“Man, you’re already famous. It’s like asking one of the Kardashians to star in a fingernail commercial.”

“Nail polish.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they can sell fingernails.” Monty put on his best Valley accent. “I have been using Freddy’s Fingernails like, for as long as I can like, even remember.”

“Todd does impressions the best.” Lee informed Trystan.

“Jeez, go marry him or something.”

“I don’t think I want to be an actor.” Trystan shrugged. “Where would I start?”

“Playing mafia roles. They’re definitely looking for someone with a Russian accent these days. Or Italian. Italian’s pretty hot too.” Monty said, as he wiped the edges of the counter. “I have seen so many kids sitting at those very tables memorizing lines for advertisements. Ads are pretty wacky too, man. Anyway, it’s about fake it till you make it. I had one of my good friends, Dee who had a pretty short lived modeling career and was suggested to do some voice-acting because he had this uber-fake British accent. Dude actually spent three whole days on Youtube trying to learn a British accent and fooled the casting panel into thinking he was actually some dude from England.”

“I hope he succeeded.”

“Nah they didn’t take him after they learned he lied. Rookie mistake, you know? Trystan, my good friend, if you’re ever applying for a job, forge your birth certificates. Always.”

“Will do.” Trystan threw a two-finger salute his way. “Or you know - I could actually get a job here.”

“Pfft-”

“I am actually good at chopping.”

“With what? Gold knives with a flute of wine and cheese by your side, in case you get hungry?” Monty scoffed.

“I will pay you two hundred dollars.”

“To hire you?”

“Think about the publicity.”

“Okay, okay-” Lee interjected. “This is not some hobby, dude. Sandwich-making is an art form. People don’t come in here for just the thin slices of toasted bread, cuts of deli meat, special Himalayan chili sauce with a side of fries. No, they come in here for the experience. You’ve never seen something quite revolutionary like this. Yo-- wait, I’ll write this down.”

“Two hundred dollars everyday.”

“We will think about it.” Lee said.

“Nah, no - what if some economic shit happens again? Like you know the uh, dollar to whatever-currency-you-guys-operate-back-in-Palacetopia?”

“Drakovia, but go on.”

“Inflation. Economic crash. Wall Street babaganoush.”

“Did you not tell me you minored in economics?” 

“The point is, princey, the answer’s no. What if the money’s uh -- worthless or something, in like a hundred years?” Monty shrugged, as he grabbed a potato and peeled it. It was a new recipe under reception. Stuffed potato, baked and served with condiments around it and on top. A revolutionary alternative to salads, bowls and just about any starchy sandwich. Trystan watched with boredom as Lee tried to explain economics to him - occasionally pausing to express his disappointment (“How do you even pay rent with that knowledge?”) and encouraging Trystan’s offer. 

It was his favorite restaurant anyway - Paul’s was as welcoming as a grandmother who’d be tired of everyone’s bullshit and would much rather have you not knock at her door. Monty and Lee became fast friends; they didn’t mind Trystan being a celebrity or anything, considering Monty said he’d seen George Lucas near a coffee shop once and almost rented a place next to a diner that was frequented by Lady Gaga. Although those claims were widely disputed, Trystan didn’t mind this refreshing inattention for once. 

Sure, he was in the press a couple hundred times and charged with murder at the age of 22, but hey, Lee had done some wild shenanigans too. Such as cutting in line and smacking a person across their cheek, getting into table fights in the pub and spending a night in the local jail. Everything went on as usual, anyway, at least at Paul’s. There could be a national emergency that very second and they’d still be selling sandwiches and complaining about their landlords. A storm, a tsunami, a full blown out nuclear war and they’d be flipping coins over who gets put on bathroom duty. 

“I think I may have run into a technical problem. If I’m going to be stuffing a whole-ass potato in a sandwich, I might have to cut it up.”

“Hand it over.” Trystan insisted, wiping the crumbs on his jacket. 

“All right. Don’t mess up your pretty hands though.”

Lee punched Monty at the shoulder, hissing, “What are you doing?”

“He wanted chopping duty so I gave him chopping duty.”

“Contrary to popular beliefs, Lee, cooking is a basic human skill, like say learning to write or read-” Trystan set the peeled potato and aimed his knife at an angle. He cut across thin vertical slices - the shape of fries - optimal for a sub and across its breadth to make it more bite-sized. 

“I thought all you guys did in Drakovia was dressing up as vampires, doing a bunch of skull rituals and be all -- creepy and shit.”

“Oh yeah we do all of that.”

“Really?”

“He’s making fun of you, Monty.” Lee shook his head. 

“Drink pig’s blood-- dress like erm-- what is that store in America which sells all of those creepy, ghoulish things? Hot Topic, ah yes. They sponsored my kicking-out ceremony, by the way. We all drank the juice of giraffe’s tentacles - our expert DNA scientists managed to fuse a giraffe with an octopus - and ceremonially chopped off my head before gluing it back again. Seriously, Monty, I would expect better from an economics graduate. I can chop a potato. In fact -- there is this really beautiful dish from home that incorporates all of these things. Wait, let me remember it-”

“Not to burst your bubble, Your Highness, but we can’t really afford putting up a whole extra fusion cuisine on the menu.”

“Why not?”

“There’s dedicated restaurants for that stuff that ordinary chumps like us can’t compete with.”

“You could try something. It is not like you are getting anywhere with this --” he pointed nonchalantly at the one singular menu card they had for the whole place. “Here is a thought - why don’t I come up with nice, easy recipes? Something to draw in some crowd, you know?”

“The people who dine here aren’t exactly SoHo-rich, Trys.”

“Yeah, we’re lucky if we can keep the cops from the local precinct coming in. That’s why our egg sandwiches sell so well on Mondays. We can’t afford to topple up the menu entirely, ‘cuz it’s like uh-- it’s like we model what we serve after what sells well. More like a ‘Dish of the Day’ type thing, y’know? Demand’s pretty less. People just want to eat the same thing over and over again, yeah?”

“You could try introducing a bit of variety in this subtle, nuanced way whilst keeping the familiarity of the dish intact.”

“We aren’t trying to feed dogs their multivitamins, bruv. To hide asparagus and shit in like -- I dunno, eggs or something. But you know what? We’ll give you a shot.” Monty decided on his own, which should greatly piss off Lee but he didn’t seem that bothered with hiring Trystan as an intern recipe-developer. “If you can come up with something that’s quick to make, cheap and can sell like crack, we’ll take it.”

“Or I could just give you the money.”

“As if Monty’s going to make things that easy for you.” Lee shook his head. 

“Nah, nah, no, we aren’t accepting donations. This isn’t a charity. This is a goddamn restaurant with self-respect and shit -- oh damn, those are some neat potatoes. I'll take it all back. You’ve got some sick skills.”

“Why don’t you come on over and help us out with the bell peppers tomorrow?”

“I dunno - I might have a thing after this other thing-”

“You can pay us.”

“Gentlemen, you have a deal.”

“Some of us would kill to get some rest and look at this guy, eager to work and stuff. Is this a Communism thing?” Monty poked at the potatoes, before moving onto clearing up a pan and mounting it on the stove.

“Jesus Christ, Monty. Do me a favor and stop talking.” Lee scowled.

“You know, it is not exactly a bad question--” Trystan said, as he took his plate up to the sink behind the counter to give it a thorough wash. “I have thought about work, you know? All this time, it has just been this rat-race to get me to coronation day, but I have never really had this normal life where I could just do things at my pace with control of the quality of its outcomes. Might be a pretentious way of saying I am yet to have my Little Mermaid moment, with the whole growing legs and exploring the world quest, but yes, I think my idea of reflection and rest- or at least, some of my best ideas come from not lounging around and throwing a ball at the wall.”

“Get a cat and a laser-pointer. You’d never be bored. Also, dude, this is like the bottom-barrel of all jobs. You could totally be some actor guy.”

“I bleached my hair recently.”

“And a hack job at that.” Lee got on his tiptoes. “Looks like some guy vomited all over your head. But Monty’s not wrong. You’d be a shit actor without any formal training - or so the industry makes you think experience is everything.”

“That’s all the industries, Lee.”

“The point is, you could still look for something. Tons of people are famous for just being famous.”

“No, no-” Trystan shook his head. “I am not Paris Hilton’ing my way out of this. What do you think about writing?”

“Easier to have people write about you and get everything wrong than to have you write all the right things and not have people read it.” Monty shrugged. When he heard silence, he looked up from the pan of oil burning the fingers of potatoes and shrugged, again - “Read somewhere in a magazine or something, I don’t know. I mean -- isn’t that what they do, anyway? The tabloids?”

“Yeah, you lost me there, bud.” Lee shut him up quickly, shaken that his friend could say something so profound and controversial and not ruin it with a sarcastic joke. “Art historians get paid by the dozen, I heard.”

“I do have interest in art and history, but not so keen to make a career out of it. Maybe I should do something really ridiculous and run a circus. Embrace the clownery. Be the best buffoon I can be.”

“What’s with you two pulling off this existential shit?” Lee grumbled, as he took out the pizza from the oven to take home. 

“Something was in the sandwich I ate.”

“Pepper, salt, spice mix and dread.” Monty howled from the other side of the kitchen.

“I love me some good old dread!”

“My man’s one of us now!” he chuckled, walking up to them. “Yo, you should do the funniest possible thing and --” the snark from his tone faded into something serious - “- do community college. Seriously. Everyone expects some guy dressed in Barney gear in their language arts class, but nobody -- nobody expects a former crown prince to walk up with a number two pencil to figure out their career. Not too late to get into law school too. Funniest possible thing you can ever do, you know? Uh -- bonus if you get one of those really specific t-shirts.”

“That is not entirely a bad idea.”

“You could do politics and stuff man.” Lee suggested. 

“I have always been more of an Introduction To Pokemon and Subsequent Analysis of Its Impact 101 kind of guy.”

“Lee, stop ruining his career choices.” Monty elbowed his friend’s arm. “You are doing something right, princey.”

“I know, Pikachu is clearly the -- erm-- baton-holder for the next generation. A true inspiring idol for all of us.” Trystan agreed, as he took his seat on the high stool- watching Lee and Monty finish up their pre-requisites for the night to prepare for a busy tomorrow. “I have no idea who Pikachu is, by the way. Would it be possible to start a Youtube channel?”

“Breaking my silence on the coronation- not clickbait.”

“It’s a little too ambitious. Let’s start small.”

“You literally wanted me to send out an application for drama school not two minutes ago. I kept count, Lee. Not the minutes, but -- you get the idea.”

“I never said that, but you definitely should send out an application. Who knows? There might be a call for some dude who fucked up his hair with boxed bleach and like, the production could take a while - just enough time for your roots to grow back.”

“Get frosted tips and a Food Network show. Boom. Profit.” Monty punctuated his words by stabbing a spatula at the air with every passing syllable.

“Or--” Lee leaned against the counter, folded arms as if he were sitting his son, Trystan down for a birds-and-the-bees lecture. “You could really do something impactful. Right the wrongs, you know? With your influence and wealth, you could actually rectify a lot of flawed systems. You needn’t get into politics, but instead try and offer help to people who say, have been let down by the law enforcement. I know you’ve had tricky run-ins with them in the past and it goes to show how the whole -- conceptual conception-- words, words, words here, deserves a voice of reason. And not a lot of people can afford to do that. You can. Or at least, you can try.”

“Hold your horses, Mr President.” Monty paused. “What do you want to do, Trystan?”

“I dunno. The cat and laser pointer thing sounds really fun. Definitely helps me get off all the hit lists.”

“You’re on hit lists? Sweet. Also, yes, super fun. Orange tabbies - best rascals ever. I think the pet center nearby has some dudes up for adoption. Dogs and frisbees too - best. Get a German Shepherd and they’ll fuck up any one who dares to breathe near you within a two-foot radius.”

“Great, all sorted then.”

“I did not expect this conversation to go this way.” Lee threw a towel over his shoulder.

“Heck nah, nobody wants to get their brain fried trying to move up a ladder with missing steps. You know the rung you’re on and you know that exists. Nothing good comes out of skipping a rung and plummeting to your certain death.”

“Clearly we all have experiences of trying to move up and fucking it up-- What? I am not allowed to swear?”

Lee blinked like a deer staring wide-eyed at the headlights of a speeding truck. Monty gave him a toothy grin of approval. “You know what you’ve always wanted. Sneaky bastard.”

“Chopping is very relaxing, by the way.” Trystan offered them a knowing smirk, full of hopeful expectations. “So much can be done with just six precise cuts.”

“You’re persistent. Fine. You may contribute.”

“But this is no shiny-new-toy of the month, yeah?” Lee raised his knife midst sharpening it across a board. “You do this and show your commitment and sheer will and not just because-- apparently cutting these days, is the new purchasing-Dolce-and-Gabbana.”

“Oh man, we’re going to have so much fun.” Monty gave Trystan a fist-bump who returned it with a bit of confusion as to whether it was a high-five or not. ��I mean, pissing off Lee is the only requirement.”

“I can kick you out, Monty. I’m already covering your portion of the rent for three months in a row.”

“He’s just jealous I have a new friend-- you’re just jealous!” Monty called out, to which Lee responded with a stabbing motion, as he disappeared far into the kitchen. “Yeah, totally jealous. Anyway, 9AM sharp, princey. Just because you’re exiled and your family hates you, there’s no exception. I mean, my family hates me and I’m still on the S Train by 7. Also, no Chardonnay bottles. Wear comfortable shoes. Get a hairnet. More instructions will follow. Also, this is like -- an interning thing- plus, we’re broke and we’d gladly take any free help, so you know. No pay, but we’ll cover drinks should there be a free Saturday that the Gods of Pardon-These-Clowns might grant.”

“Cannot wait to get started, man. When do the busboys get informed of a new addition to the Paul’s family? Or should we introduce ourselves?”

Monty glared at him.

“I am kidding! Kidding! So that is definitely a no on the gloves, right?”

“You are the suckiest, most pretentious guy I have ever met and thought about hiring. You’re a perfect fit for the job."

***

A/N: I HC Trystan made a lot of old friends in his exile period but at present doesn't talk to them as often as he should. I'd expect Monty to eventually quit being a cook and have enough funds to support himself through a certification course or some kind of education and Lee to maybe save up money to actually, professionally go through culinary school and get to work with top chefs. Todd's well, he's trying lol. He'll keep trying to become the next big star or something.

I hope to include more of Lee and Monty in any post-exile, pre-canon fics I write, which is pretty great because coming up with new characters has become a crippling addiction lmao.

Thank you so much for reading!

Tagging:

perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me

crimes: @trappedinfanfiction @ao719 @cassie-thorne @peonierose @moominofthevalley @jerzwriter

#crimes of passion #crimes of passion fics #w:inlocusmads #trystan thorne x mc #trystan thorne #choices january challenge

[jewel-pixelheart]

FNAF OC - Samantha Price

Another FNAF OC rework 🎉

Along with Blueberry, Sam was one of my first FNAF OC ever ! I'm proud I got the chance to gave her a new life ✨️

*This version of Sam is only canon to the games and to my own interpretation of the timeline. Her book/graphic novel version will be describe in another post.

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Physical Appearance

Sam is a women in her late twenties. She have hazel eyes and light brown, almost blonde hair. When she is working at Freddy's during the day, she wear the female uniform : a light purple blouse, with her tag name and a purple pencil skirt. She usually tie her hair up in a French twist.

As a Night Guard, she wear another uniform, more practical. She is still wearing a light purple blouse, with black pants, dark boots and a Security cap. Her hair are simply attached in a low ponytail.

Personality

Samantha can be described as this "normal/random" girl working at a restaurant and living a banal life. She don't especially want to drive attention on her, and try to be as discreet as possible. Nevertheless, she is polite and do her best to help customers to enjoy their experience at Freddy's.

Sam loves to take care of people, especially children. When she was with her little sister years ago, she enjoyed spending time with her and inventing games and activities they could do together. She also took care of her grandmother when she moved to her house. While working at Freddy's, Samantha take special care to entertain children, like she did with Lizzy when they were young.

Sam is stubborn but purposeful. Even if she stick to her ideas/goals, she knows when she have to stop or reconsidering her choices/actions. While she was searching for the truth about her sister's disappearance, she learned how to be carefull and discreet in order to get informations she needs. Even tho, sometimes she can be too clumsy and nosy, which can get her into troubles.

Appearances

Samantha Price was born on September 1967. She was rised by her mother and grandmother, since her father left them when she was still a baby. When she was 7 yo, her mother fell in love with another man. In 1979, they had a daughter together named Elizabeth Gibson, Sam' step sister.

Sam and Lizzy were inseparable. Even if they didn't have the same age, Sam loves to take care of her little sister. Unfortunately a terrible event will separate them forever. In 1985, while Sam's family was dining at Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, Lizzy along with other kids disappeared.

Months after the incident, Sam will leave her home town to live with her grandmother. Her parents were not able to take care of her anymore, her family was falling apart from this tragedy.

After the death of her grandmother, and years after the missing children incident at Freddy's, Sam decided to come back to the restaurant and discover what truly happened to Lizzy in 1985.

Now in 1993, Sam is working at Freddy's for more then 2 years. But the arrival of her new colleague, Mike Schmidt will change her routine. Together, their going to discover what really happened at Freddy's years ago...

Will they survive this terrible experience ?

Do not copy, retrace or use my art without my consent !

#oc #fan character #original character #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's oc #fnaf oc #micheal afton #fnaf michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf mike schmidt

[yellow-gardenia-48]

Toddy's redesign!

(I'm gonna start making these redesigns and rewrites for the characters of fnafhs for an AU that I'm making where the characters are a little more closer looking to their fnaf counterparts and act more like them)

Toddy in my AU:

*Is a permanent part of the toys

*is not interested romantically with Bon, but they are still childhood friends

*She likes music but she's bad at playing instruments

*Like og Toy Freddy, she's a gamer

*personality wise: Toddy is a very strong mined character, she hates being told that's she's wrong and it's actually very creative, so when it comes to criticize something she'll be ruthless, not because she's mean but because she wants things to go to their full potential.However when she's with people she knows it can make her very insecure to be told off, she's rather in the lonely part of social relationships since most people has called her mean most of her life, so don't expect much of her talking after a fight. (Hates being alone). She's still rather foolish when it comes to things like school work but it's not that she can learn it, she just get bored easily so she prefers to do it with someone else (expect a studying sleepover as her plan)

*Storyline wise: Toddy applies in FHS highschool after she got into a fight in her old school, so her father send her to the same school as Bon so he could "teach her some manners" since he would always be more calm that her. Toddy is excited but what she didn't expected was that Bon would make more friends that her after a year without seeing eachother, making her kinda get defensive with them, Bon tries to join her to their band since they where getting scared that The Animatronics could win the music festival of this year so they needed something new, but she fails miserably to play an instruments She's still rather happy even tho she missed everything since her dream as a kid always was either being a model or a pop star, but then the canon argument of the toys happens with her not plugin the earphones so naturally she's mad at them. Even since that in every rehearsal that they have she criticize everything of their abilities, calling them underwhelming and boring, she's not dumped of the team but at some point Bon calls her off and tells her that's she's being too much with them and Toddy explotes calling him a bad friend and telling him everything she heard, then leaves before he can tell her anything. She decides that she doesn't wanna keep getting called dumb or useless by anyone anymore and plans revenge, but since she can play instruments she decides to use one of the songs that she heard of them and starts to change things on the computer. She starts to hangout with other people but one day Bon apologizes for what he did, but Toddy wasn't still mad, since no other member of the band was here to apologize, not until Bon gives her a box, signed by everybody in the band that explains why they sorry that contains the "Toys sleeves" for Toddy to become an official member. She's touched by this and in return she lets Bon hear the remixed song, this finally lets her participate in the production of the music and she's finally happy to be chasing her dream with friends this time around

*Toddy and Chica were in the same school last year, expect a rivalry with an apology later

*Since I like to mess with Eddo's lore yo lucharé por mis sueños in my AU is a toddy song

*Toddy's instrument is computer synthesizer, making the Toys music to go from regular pop to electro pop

*Still no romantic partner decided, since I don't know if nightmare Bonnie would fit her now

And that's how Toddy is changed in my redesign! I hope you like her and expect more of these to come

#fnafhs #fhs #fnafhs toddy #my au

[gallavichismyjam]

The noise is deafening as they enter the Gallagher house on Christmas morning, Ian immediately depositing himself on the couch and handing gifts out to his siblings, Freddie, Franny and Tami. Mickey bypassed the whole scene and headed straight to the kitchen where there was a hot pot of coffee with his name on it. This was way too fucking early for him. Ian had woken him excitedly at 7am, insisting that they open their presents so they could get ready to come over here. As much as he grumbled at the early start, he loved seeing his husband happy, so sue him. Mickey walked back into the living room with 2 mugs of coffee and handed one to Ian. You could hardly see the carpet for wrapping paper everywhere, and the 2 youngest members of the family were playing happily with a musical instrument set Santa had brought. From the look on Lip’s face as he yawned and rubbed his eyes, Mickey had a feeling that the mini drum set and tambourine might find themselves in the garbage before too long. Liam was excitedly opening a new Star Wars game that he and Ian had got him and it made Mickey smile to see him acting like a real kid for a change, he had way too much to worry about for an 11 year old. “Woah this is awesome, thanks guys!” Liam jumped up and gave his big brother a huge hug, followed by hugging Mickey round the waist before running to the tv to put the game on. “Been waiting so long to play this! Who’s gonna play with me, it’s 2 player?” Lip slapped both his knees before standing up and giving Liam a tired smile. “Sorry bud, gotta get a start made on lunch, that veg won’t peel itself!” he replied as he wandered into the kitchen, ruffling his little brother’s head on the way. Liam looked a bit downcast but immediately turned to face Ian and Carl, however Ian had been roped into colouring with Franny and gave Liam an apologetic smile . “Maybe a bit later Liam?” “Yeah, sure” he mumbled back. Liam glanced at Carl however decided not to bother trying to interrupt him; he was clearly engrossed in messaging whichever girl he was in love with this week. Liam turned back to the tv ready to play alone when he heard Mickey pipe up. “Ay Liam, sling me one of those controllers will ya? Anything to drown out the noise of that fuckin’ tambourine” as he threw himself down on the couch next to his husband, who was beaming at him whilst being hit on the arm by Franny for colouring over the lines. Liam grinned at Mickey as he passed him a controller, then sat on the floor next to him. ********************* They all sat round the extended table in the living room, having shoved one of the couches to the side. Someone had got a Christmas playlist up and Mariah was currently telling everyone how all she wants for Christmas is you; people were talking loudly across the table at each other and Liam was pretty sure Debbie and her girlfriend were arguing at the other end. “Hey Lip, can you pass me the carrots?” Liam tried, however Lip clearly couldn’t hear him over Freddie wailing in Tami’s arms next to him. “Hey Carl, can you just pass the carrots down?” he tried again, but Carl was busy cutting Franny’s food up for her whilst she regaled him with the story of how she got in trouble at school for punching a bully. Liam decided he didn’t really want carrots anyway as his brother-in-law appeared at his side, spooning the veg onto his plate. “Yo man, this enough? Don’t know how you can eat this nasty shit anyway. Want some more stuffing? Know you inhale that like a motherfucker” Liam nodded and smiled up at Mickey, who threw him a wink and a grin before he sat back down next to Ian. Ian, who was gazing at his husband like he hung the stars and moon. He saw Ian give Mickey a kiss on the cheek and whisper something into his ear, causing his cheeks to redden. Ian looked up and caught Liam’s eye, smiling at his little brother as he dug into his carrots.

#gallavich fanfic #gallavich christmas #Mickey loves Ian #ianxmickey #Ian Gallagher #liam gallagher #good brother-in-law #shameless #gallavich ficlet

[camo1000le]

Give us your Oweddy thoughts!!! I love your art of them so much I want to hear your thoughts <3

Awww tysm 🥺💞 I love drawing them, to the point I'm geniunely worried

I have a lot of specific hcs about them (mostly because I'm slowly stealing them to turn them into OCs for... something) so here's a little rundown in their story! (Let's hope it's actually little!!)

AKA long post weird AU you released a beast (me infodumping)

When they're tiny:

They met when they're 12 at their new school: Owynn moved because of bullying (the kids used to make fun of him bc he was tall/redhead/has heterocromia and even cut his hair, that's why he has it very short now) and Freddy moved to a whole new country (from Spain to wherever fhs happens). Freddy is Mexican while Owynn's dad is swedish (he was not born there)

They find eachother to be very weird but share many tastes and life events, like the bullying and missing a parent (Owynn is more direct and likes to insult his mom while Freddy doesn't talk abt it- Ow didn't even knew he had an adoptive dad).

They form a music duo for the spring event, since they were such good friends maybe they could work together well! Also Freddy acts kinda weird and sometimes forgets they have rehearsals after-hours but it doesn't matter bc he says sorry and he's cute!!

There's a whole drama with Owynn's parents in the middle of that but i wont bore you with that (unless you want me to)

Anyways the event happens Owynn can't come in time so Freddy goes alone and he wins but ow feels betrayed and blah blah blah they're enemies now and he hates Freddy (a 12 years old kid with a lot of mental troubles for that age)

Bc yes Fred is there but Owynn ofc didn't know, even if he actually talked very often with him too. In fact is kinda his fault Fred makes fun of Freddy so much (He's mad he lost his only best friend 🥺)

(Guess who remembers the rehearsals and the songs and owen cursing his mom)

Middle part where we watch Owynn go insane:

Literally. They kinda hate everyone but their dad now.

Moved school again, classmate with Abby and company actually! (Tho y'know abby she's... insane) so they don't talk. Also the Nightmares used to live closer to that school so they bullied him there until Owynn broke all of Onnie's teeth.

They meet Ttrap too: he's older in my AU (while ow is 15 he would be 17), he tries to get Owynn to therapy bc it's really fucking weird/sad he only talks abt Freddy or abt how much they dislike themself so. Yeah. He succeds and Owynn gets... to move schools again, yay!!

Ow starts developing schizoprenia, doesn't get the diagnosis until very later. (Prodomal stage/negative symptoms rn)

Also kinda starts discovering himself (being gay/nonbinary, doesn't really ditch the he/him pronouns until much later). Also dyes their hair purple

I don't have recent drawings of cringy sad 15y/o owen

What would equal the 1st season of the series:

Freddy moves to the HS and says his funny discourse (qué? Que quién soy yo? 🤓) Who would've though a certain kid that hates him was there to see it and died right there.

After realizing they share classroom Owynn pressures Ttrap into changing them to another one, hides his freckles/dyes his hair a darker color/uses normal glasses to not be recognized. Explaining his absence from the 1st season /j

So we have time to look at Freddy. He's struggling, Fred is being annoying; they explode at the camp where Freddy bumps into Owen who tells him to fuck off and never talk to them bc they hate him and Freddy says: "who are you?" to them. :D

Fred facepalms and takes control of the body.

Owynn develops his plan to destroy Freddy's band or whatever. Also dyes his hair again.

2nd season!!

And Owynn is in full delusional mode. The whole 'boss' thing is Eak and Ttrap going along with them so they can decompress lol

He does his little introduction and dumb plans to sabotage that obviously don't work at the end but they're actually very good bc he... actually does know what he's doing (making usagi & loon have trouble/separate golden from the group/the whole Toys thing)

But eventually it doesn't matter/the spring event thing happens ; Owynn gets hit by a car and breaks their arm

The secret 3rd season // last school year

Owynn goes back to lay low, gets his schizophrenia diagnosis so therapy+meds!! Good for them!

Freddy gets the therapy+meds combo too! Fred is chilling now :]

So Freddy now attempts to talk to Owynn but they run away from him to not cause him trouble anymore. And that goes for a while until they talk it out: They'll get time to talk alone, but Freddy also wants them to meet the rest of his band so they can get friends, Owynn accepts; but isn't a fan lf the idea.

Eventually they fall in love again (fall? Ow never stopped liking him honestly) and they date. But it takes a very long time to get there but they're so very lovely <3

ALSO yes Fred and Owynn also fix their relationship, they're besties again <3

#fnafhs #owynn #freddy fnafhs #fred fnafhs #oweddy #owynn x freddy #owynn x fred #if you squint #fnafhs au #thanks for the ask really; i love talking about my blorbos #this is just the base AU there's another one (the swap au) #hey guys are you all owed-phobic like twt or are you normal #because i skipped a lot of strong thoughts to keep this clean .......

[thekatebridgerton]

So you've done a Star Wars AU and a Mafia AU which are all fantastic. But I had another thought after talking with one of my friends and we somehow got into a discussion about which Bridgerton couple would star in what romcom. Like I argued a Ghosts of Girlfriends Past or When Harry Met Sally would totally work with Kathony as the main couple while my friend thought 13 going on 30 would totally being Colin and Penelope. So I decided to ask one of the best AU writers for Bridgerton what they thought. What Bridgerton couple would star in which romcom?

For the purpose of this post, i'm going to list my favorite rom coms, so if when Harry met Sally isn't in here, just know, I didn't like the movie, sorry and as the unapologetic mainstream rom com consumer that I am you are going to find that I'm as basic as it gets. Also, I'm not adding prompts for Franchel, Grucy and Hyraeth in this post because I don't have the energy. So Kanthony, Polin, Benophie and Saphne fans. this one is for you

so here we go under the keep read button. you guys are going to love this post. its a masterlist of rom com prompts for your creative minds to get working:

Kanthony rom coms au

10 things I hate about you: Prince Freddie pays off bad boy Anthony to seduce Edwina's sister Kate, so he can date Edwina because Mary won't let the youngest date of the oldest doesn't approve. Anthony thinks Kate is the greatest love challenge ever. But he slowly falls inlove with her dry wit and charm. they have a pretty amazing relationship until Kate discovers why he started dating her in the first place. Cue the infamous poem that gave the movie its name

It's a boy girl thing: Kate and Anthony hate each other, Kate is the straight A student who wants to get into Harvard. Anthony is the meathead trust fund Quarterback who couldn't care less about his future. They get into a fight in a museum, and some mysterious statue curses them to swap bodies. Kate and Anthony of course use the opportunity to screw with the life of the body's owner. But in the end they come to understand each other's trauma and realize that they're not so different after all. getting together and their souls swap back bodies when they kiss.

Bonus:

Just Like Heaven: Anthony's new luxury apartment is haunted. That's the only explanation he can find for the beautiful but infuriating woman who can walk trough walls and keeps claiming that the apartment is actually hers!. She makes his life miserable, she's completely evil and worse of all, she wont leave!. So Anthony figures out that to get rid of Kate Sharma he has to help her find her way to resolve her unfinished business. Except that the more he gets to know her the more he falls inlove. She's helping him more than he could help her (lol Kate is not dead, she's actually in a coma after a car accident, and Anthony can see her ghost because they're #Soulmates, she's going to wake up with the power of true love when Anthony figures that out)

Polin:

Yes I agree 13 going on 30 would be the perfect Polin movie but I prefer it more genderbent: Colin used to be the nerdy loser guy in school and the only one who hung out with him was actually his neighbor Penelope. But after a birthday in which the popular kids trick him into playing 7 minutes in heaven with Penelope. He goes to bed frustrated and wishes he could be 30 and already sucessful like So yeah, Colin wakes up as a 30 yo, single, he learns that he's a world traveling Celebrity photographer. He doesn't talk to his family, he's got like 10 different girlfriends, and for what it looks like, older him is everything he ever wanted. He's also kind of an asshole. So Colin looks for the only person who's always got his back in any mess. Penelope. Who is a now a small town reporter for the mayfair times and hasn't spoken to him in ages. Cue Colin turning his life around, learning his lesson, realizing he's always loved Penelope. And when he returns to his life at 13 yo, he confesses his undying love and promises to cherish and appreciate her forever.

Sweet home Alabama: Penelope is a high rise CEO who has everything in life. She's a self made stock market millionaire. Set to marry the son of the British prime minister. Except that she can't set a date for her wedding with Thomas Dorset until she gets rid of one tiny problem namely that she's technically married already. You see back in highschool when Penelope was a nobody with writing aspirations in the small town of Mayfair, she used to be best friends with Colin Bridgerton and his sister Eloise. They did everything together. She and Colin got married as a joke in Scotland during their graduation trip and everything was going well. Until Colin said that thing in video to show off with his friends during summer vacation and Penelope moved to London heartbroken. But what happened in Scotland apparently didn't stay in Scotland because the marriage certificate they signed as a joke is still legal and until Colin Bridgerton divorces her, she can't marry Thomas. And Colin has refused to sign the papers every time she mails them to him. So here she is, back in Mayfair ready to track her old highschool crush/ best friend down and make him sign that divorce. She just never expected Mayfair and Colin to feel so much like home. And Colin never expected the love of his life to show up again infront of him.

Bonus:

Definitely Maybe: Colin Bridgerton fresh of his divorce to Marina, is left babysitting his favorite niece Amelia, and after running out of ways to avoid the topic of why Aunt Marina is no longer Aunt anymore. Colin decides to tell Amelia the story of the only three women that he's ever fallen inlove with in his life. Highschool sweetheart Jenny, the successful Clara and his best friend Penelope. It's up to Amelia to figure out which one of these women is the one he married and just divorced. And which one, is the woman he's always loved and never got over.

Philoise:

Sleepless in Seattle: Oliver and Amanda call the radio show Phillip listens to every night to tell the radio to help them find their dad a wife and Eloise hears him talk about his life, and how hard it's been after losing Marina. And she feels a connection, she sends him a letter and is surprised when he replies and they become pen pals. They spend the whole movie looking for each other and missing each other. Oliver and Amanda like her without knowing her and Phillip knows she's the one, but he's afraid she wont like him, Until at last, at the end. They finally after many hit and miss, meet at the London Eye.

She's the man: Eloise and Colin could pass as twins, and all she wants to do is attend the Oxford Political Science program. Sadly it's only open for men in the faculty. So when Colin hightails out of town to backpack trough Europe with her best friend Penelope (Colin how could you), Eloise decides to pose as her brother and take his place in Oxford. Cue Colin's nerdy hot roommate Phillip Crane befriending her thinking she's just a normal guy. Phillip who is somehow terribly unlucky with women despite being chased by them anytime he takes off his shirt to work in the faculty greenhouse ends up asking her for love advice. Now Eloise has to attend class without being discovered. Fool her family into thinking she's taking debutante classes seriously and try not to fall for her hot roommate who doesn't know she's a girl!. Okay, she totally failed at the last one but the other two are doable...right?? right??

Bonus:

Runnaway Bride: Eloise as the four times runnaway bride, who never seems to make it to the altar without pankicking. And Phillip as the jaded divorcee writing a piece jornalism piece on her antics. Now as Eloise prepares for her fifth walk down the aisle and Phillip follows her around writing down everything about her life. She realizes that none of the guys who proposed to her ever let her be herself, or tried getting to know her beyond the surface. Not like Phillip. And as for Phillip, he finds that he's falling inlove with the commitment phobic wonderfully crazy Bridgerton sister everyone warned him about. He wants her forever. But will Eloise want him forever too?

Benophie:

2 weeks notice: Benedict as the eccentirc manchild billionaire who can't do anything without his secretary. And Sophie as the long suffering Harvard graduate that's been his secretary for 5 years. After one too many getting high infront of investors dinner and calling her in the middle of Posy's wedding. Sophie decides to hand in her two weeks notice. Making Benedict to think that got 2 weeks to convince her to stay... Only to realize he actually wants her to stay because he loves her and that's why he cant live wthout her.

The Wedding Date: After a life of struggling in her teens under her step mother's reign of terror Successful Heart Surgeon Sophie Beckett is tried of Araminta and the rest of her family harping about her inability to keep a man, so she decides to post an ad for an escort in the Mayfair times before Rosamunde's wedding. Benedict replies to the Ad after overhearing Sophie talking about her problems on the phone and falling inlove at first sight. What follows is Benedict the escort charming all the rich snotty relatives into approving of Sophie because she's finally has a prince charming. But Sophie thinks he's a high paid escort and Benedict doesn't know how to tell her he's really inlove with her and doesn't want the money.

Bonus:

When In Rome (why do all my Benophie rom coms involve weddings?): Tired of her bad luck in love, after a disastrous wedding day of her sister Posey, in which both her and some bloke named Benedict almost ruined the whole thing. a drunk Sophie picks up the coins from the fountain of a love deity and suddenly men start to fall inlove at first sight with her left and right without leaving her alone. Including Benedict. But how does Sophie know if Ben's love is actually the real deal and not the effect of the fountain magic? And how does Benedict convince her that he's been smitten since he met her long before

Saphne:

The ugly truth: Daphne as a celebrity reporter who beleives in love, Simon as the love cynic who tells everyone that love doesn't exist there is only sex needed for a relationship to work out. And then the tv network forces them to make a tv show together.

Leap Year: Daphne, who has been dating perfect investment banker Friedrich King decides to surprise him with a proposal while he's on a business trip to Ireland. And then she meets Simon Basset, a gruff tour guide who doesn't believe in romance and thinks she's a crazy Brit. They have a road trip in which they end up falling for each other.

Honorable mentions:

Kanthony, Something Borrowed, While you were sleeping, Sabrina (the one with Audrey Hepburn, not the one with a teen witch) Polin, Just Friends, Made of Honor, Benophie: Dirty Dancing, Maid in Manattan Philoise, the sound of music, You've got mail, Raising Helen, Saphne, The proposal.

#kanthony #kanthony au #polin #polin au #benophie #benophie au #philoise #philoise au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate x anthony #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #penelope x colin #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton #benedict x sophie #phillip x eloise #sir phillip crane #phillip crane #eloise bridgerton #rom com aus #rom com #2000's movies

[the-offical-sl-circus]

Funtimes as drug dealers part 3

~ This is a long part btw ~

C.B: *In the sewers peering through a grate* Yo ppl

Glamrock Freddy trying to be a normal person: ???

Gregory: What. The Hell

C.B: Do you guys wanna buy some drugs

Freddy: No plz go away

Gregory: Soz I already got some water

Foxy: *squeezing up next to Baby* Who needs water when you can have... *pulls out bottle* DOUBLE A BATTERY ACID FOR ONLY, that’s right, ONLY $13!!!

C.B: Nice, switching up the prices, I like it

Gregory: Whoa really???

Glam. Freddy: NOPE we are leaving

C.B:Parental figures I swear to god

Foxy: baby we are literally Drug dealers how can we swear to god

C.B: True dat

Bon-Bon: uhhh why are we selling battery acid to a CHILD

C.B: *Turns around and cups Bon-bon in her hands* Bon-bon, you should know by now that we are not above kidnapping, murder, assault, selling drugs, etc., etc.

*FUNTIME* Freddy: JUST YESTERDAY WE BROKE INTO SOME DUDES HOUSE BECAUSE HE GAVE US $5 NOT $7!!!

Foxy: And then we killed him.

Gregory: *listening in* Wow I like these guys.

Ballora: Kiddo meet us by the park at 11:30 tonight. The LEFT SIDE, not the right.

Freddy: Yeah the police are onto the right side we can’t go there.

Gregory: IT’S A DEAL!!!

Foxy: Plz don’t shout.

Glam. Freddy: And ur not going Gregory

C.B: Yaaa he is 😊

Glam. Freddy: Yaaa he isn’t

Ballora: Dude’s ruining our vibe

C.B: Like Bro chill he just wants battery acid

Gregory: And a knife if you have em’

Foxy: BOY do we have YOU COVERED!!! :D

*pulls out inane amount of knifes* Take ur pick!

Gregory: *raises eyebrow* How the HELL did you get these???

Foxy: I keep a collection 😊

Gregory: *Points* You, I like you

Foxy: I know everyone does

Circus bby: Except the police.

Freddy: And Micheal Afton.

Ballora: And that little kid they call Cassidy.

Freddy: Ngl that kid is MENTAL dude

Foxy: Says you!!!

C.B: Right well let’s get outta here cuz that old lookin Fox is giving us an odd look

Glam. Freddy: *Pulls out phone* How many counts of murder did u say u have?

Freddy: DON’T. YOU. DARE.

Ballora: DUDE WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

Gregory: WAIT REALLY

Freddy: Yeah it’s 6th on 21st street next to the park

Glam. Freddy: SHOOT HE KNOWS

Circus Baby: Yaaa course we do we’re like the mafia if the mafia was five absolutely insane animatronics with no mental stability who deal drugs in the back alleys on Sundays.

Glam. Freddy: *starts punching numbers into the phone* On Sundays, you say?

C.B: Crap.

Foxy: *Pulling the others back down* COME ON COME ON HE’S ON THE PHONE!!!

Ballora: OK OK WE’RE COMING

*Funtimes disappear into the darkness, arguing intensely*

Gregory: I have found my new favourite people in the whole entire world, and it’s a bunch of squabbling insane animatronics with no mental stability who deal drugs in the back alleys on Sundays. THE BEST PEOPLE EVER.

Glam. Freddy: *sighs heavily and pats Gregory on the shoulder* U will learn, child... U will learn...

Gregory: Yes I will. From Foxy.

Glam. Fred: *picks Gregory up and carries him away*

Gregory: BUT DADDDDDD >:(

#fnaf #fnaf sl #glamrock freddy #fnaf sister location #fnaf security breach #ballora

[feralreason]

Transcripts of Dave's phone calls

Things done while bedbound with a cold: As usual, Dave has dialogue, and I want it archived on here for ref, quoting, etc. These are the phone calls from the "FN.AF 1 but in DS.AF's universe" spin off game.

Note that they may not be exact since I transcribed by ear but yeah... close enough!

Night 1:

Phone Guy: Hello? Hello hello? I wanted to leave a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually- [ interference ] Dave: Sorry! I just had to cut that asshole off! What a fuckin' passive mack! Anyway, good fuckin' going on landin' a minimum wage job where you have to fend off giant felt-covered bastard-animals that want to snap your neck and stuff you into a fuckin' bear suit. That phone guy left some tapes of his own to help you survive, but honestly, they didn't do him much good. Spoiler alert: he fuckin' DIED! What a nerd! So, good 'ol Davey is gonna give you some of his pre-recorded safety tips. Step number one: don't let those bastards lay a finger on you. They can, and will, stuff you into a bear suit. Take it from me, those suits smell like slaughtered toddlers. Step number two: don't use too much power. You have two blast doors on either side of you, and two door lights. You can use those to check when the robots are comin', and if they're ready to pounce on ya, you can create a titanium fuckin' barrier between you and the deranged rabbit tryin' to fuck you up! Sadly, those impractical design measures were designed by me… meaning… they're a fuckin' hinderance. Both the doors and the lights sap your power, and if your power metre runs t'zero, the bear is gonna come out and fuck you up! Remember, you can't out-wrestle a fuckin' bear so make sure you don't run outta power! By the way, this place is totally fuckin' haunted, and that's on me! I sorta murdered a few dozen kids back in the '80s and stuffed them into the robots outta pure spite for the company. Don't worry though, kids don't count as real people. I'll call ya tomorrow, and remember you can't out-wrestle the bear so don't even try! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 2:

Phone Guy: Hello? Well, uh… if you're hearing this, then you made it to Day 2… uh, congrats! Uh, uh I won't talk as long this time- [ interference ] Dave: Hey! How y'doin', man? It's me again, Big Dick Davey! Night two, eyy? Good job on not gettin' stuffed into a tacky bear suit! Honestly, the night should be the same as last night was, just with slightly angrier robots who'll try to rip your throat out twice as hard. Oh, I forgot to mention, you're probably well acquainted with the bear, the rabbit, and the duck by now, but there's a fourth one in the building. Yeah, there's a fuckin' fax behind that tacky-shitty purple curtain in the dining area. Yeah, that fax is fuckin' mental, by the way. He's goin' t'slowly peep out of his curtain and then charge at you like a fuckin' banshee. He's a twitchy and decisive prick! Also, the company seems to have a thing for that fax, to be perfectly honest. Company tried to build a Faxy themed strip club… awful fuckin' idea. One orange bastard got far too touchy with the fax, if you catch my drift. Faxy's a real special character, though. A fan favourite… and the only robot at Freddy's who ever got to visit the Gra.nd Cany.on. Oh, if he charges at you, close the left door as soon as you hear his rabid fuckin' scream. If you're not in the office when he charges at ya, may Fr.edbear have mercy your soul. Well, that's enough pretending that I care about your safety for this night… I'll call you tomorrow with more Freddy's related bullshit trivia. See ya on the meme side! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 3:

Phone Guy: Hello, hello? Hey! You're doin' great! Um, most people- [ interference ] Dave: Hey-yo, doggo! It's me! Davey! Wow… Night 3! Incredible! See, if there's one thing I can do, it's give bad advice to future nightguards. By the way, since these messages are pre-recorded, I have no actual idea if you're actually alive or not… let's be honest, statistically, you probably died back on Night 1. Pricessless! If you're still alive, worry not! To survive the night, just do the same shit you did last night, but better! Yeah, those robots really want you dead because they think you're me. Yeah, long story short, I put on a fuckin' rabbit suit back in the '80s and lured some kids into the back room. Then I strangled 'em and stuffed 'em all into the robots. Now, I know what'cher thinkin'… 'What the hell is wrong with you, Davey?!" Rest assured, I'm just an eggplant man who gets a kick outta gettin' shitty haunted pizzerias shut down. Granted, I'm the reason most of 'em are haunted in the first place… by the way, nightguards who survive this far usually see weird things due to stress, and/or drinkin' the rubbing alcohol in the supply closet. You might see a shitty yellow recolour of the bear. If you do, just flip your camera monitor t'snap yourself outta it. Just don't dick around, and you'll be fine. I'll speak you tomorrow, dude. And remember: you might not be able to out-wrestle the bear, but you certainly can't out-wrestle the golden bear! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 4:

Dave: Hey! Dave again, I have a surprise for ya, man! Listen to this shit… it's hilarious! [ The FN.AF Night 4 call plays with Phone Guy being killed. ] Dave: Wasn't that fuckin' gold? Pardon the pun… he got fucked! Hard! Anyway… I'm massively fuckin' hunged over from drinkin' all of the rubbing alcohol in the supply closet last night. So Imma go have a fuckin' nap… catch ya later! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 5:

[ The possessed voice from FN.AF Night 5's call plays ] [ interference ] Dave: Hey there, man! Sorry to interrupt… whatever that was! You see, I've just realised somethin'… Most people who work here end up the exact same way: stuffed into a bear suit within half a week. I gotta wonder what kinda person would just get a job here, all willy-nilly, and then out-survive a man designed to make those robots behave. Bullshit! Y'aren't some rookie fresh off the street. You've manned this gig before. You're a Freddy's veteran, somebody with experience. According to my calculations, there's only two people that could be… a nerd named "Je.remy Fi.tzgerald", who by my calculations is basically a vegetable now, or… old sport! It must be you! Nobody else could just plop their ass down and survive four nights like it's nothin' at all… old sport… oh how I've missed you! You came back! Y'always come back! Have you come back for me, old sport? Have you come back for 'ol Davey? I knew it! I just knew that'cha really loved me! … Look. I have t'go, old sport. But, I'll be right back tomorrow night! Okay, stay alive, old sport… I'll speak to you again tomorrow, sportsy! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 6:

Dave: Old sport! I can't believe you've come back! You have no idea how much I've missed you, how much we've missed you! We're a family, old sport! Freddy's is a family… I thought you had abandoned us, old sport… but now it's clear t'me. We can be partners again! You have no idea how lonely these last few years have been, old sport… my life was dead without you, but, you were lost and now you are found. I'm comin' back for ya, old sport! I'm goin' t'come back and find you, I'm goin' to come find you, I'm going to come find you… [ Call ends ]

#𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. — source : ❝ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ... ❞

[pastelmumu]

Yandere! William afton x reader

-You met William when yall were young, in middle school mostly likely

-William fell in love instantly

-He constantly followed you around for days on end

-Eventually you and your family moved away

-William was enraged

-Years later, he has a family

-You were now an adult and moved back to hurricane

-You wanted to meet an old friend that you haven't seen in a while

-EVEN though you hated his obsessive behavior over you, and how controlling he was.

-You were walking down the street with your little sibling (siblings name) you then saw freddy fazbears pizzeria.

-You little siblings tugged at your shirt ushering you to the pizzeria.

-You were basically being dragged by a little kid-

-Yall entered the place, it smelled good, and you loved it.

-You grabbed your sibling and placed them at a table, waiting for a worker to come and take yalls order

You then looked away for a second when your little sibling ran off yo play with some other kids

-You immediately got up from your seat and ran after your siblings, knocking other chairs down in the process.

-You then crashed into someone unexpected

-You fell on your bumb and said "So sorry sir or ma'am"

-You literally thought that was the worst apology you could make as you mentally slapped yourself

"Its ok, mistakes happen" The Man said as he helped you get up front the stinky, gross floor. You sighed in relief that you weren't getting booted out of the restaurant.

You dusted yourself off, disgusted by the stains and crumbs, "My names William, William Afton, nice to meet ya" William stated as he reached out for a handshake.

You stared at him in shock, 'No way....' You took his hand and shook it vigorously, "Y/N, Y/N (Lastname)..." You introduced yourself as you looked to the side.

-You only wanted to introduce yourself, not to stay and have a long chat,

-You shoudve never came here, it was the worst mistake you could make in history

William's heart beated as he took in your features, for his sick pleasure he wanted take you away.

He hugged you as you tensed up, "William let me go..." You spoke quietly as William was basically trying to put your ribcage into it's own memorial session. He took in your scent, it smelled different.

(Siblings name) came over to you giggling, "Is this your boyfriend-" You managed to get out of William death grip and cover your siblings mouth, you picked them up quickly and tried to leave the restaurant, but William grabbed your arm "Your not going anywhere....." He spoke in a low voice.

AHHHH, My first Yandere post, I've been rlly nervous- this is part 1, yes theres more sis

#tw yandere #male yandere #yandere x darling