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pillowspace · 5 months

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Thinking about how Charlotte Emily most likely regularly hung out with the Aftons.

William comes downstairs at 9 in the morning to see Charlie and Elizabeth with empty teacups and a teapot, and is just like, ah. Of course. Little girls love tea parties, but indulges them anyway like "what are you two up to?" Elizabeth immediately lights up. "Charlie said that we should play British People 'cause we're British!" William, now a bit more confused, "...ah. I see." Elizabeth, "oh won't you join us? Pretty please?" Charlie then pipes in that she had also asked Mike, but that he had very unfortunately said no, because "Liz plays too mean." Elizabeth, "I do not, you're just too scared to lose!" Michael, "I can't fucking lose at 'British People.'"

Charlie and Elizabeth do atrocious things to their dolls. Drama. Tragedy. They always clash on the endings though, as Charlie wants their dolls fo have a happy end while Elizabeth wants their dolls to have an even worse end

Michael doesn't know Charlie's staying over, and brings home his schoolmates one day. William Frowns TM like "I tried to tell you Henry was dropping off Charlotte today, but you were already halfway out the door." Michael later re-enters the room to find his schoolmates picking on Charlie and pulling at her hair. The closest Michael ever feels to peace is when he's with the Emilys, so he immediately spirals at the sight like, "oh god, if Uncle Henry finds out I brought people over who hurt his daughter, he might not bring her over anymore. What do I do then? What do I do if he stops liking me?" He quickly shoos off his friends, going "dude! She's a guest, leave her be" while Charlie recovers. Before he too can follow after them, Charlie asks Michael if he'll draw with her. He hesitates. The Emilys are the closest he ever gets to peace, so he agrees and sits down to draw. "What are you drawing, Char?" "Marionette!" "'S that the creepy thing that's always watching the guests come and go at Freddy's?" "He's not creepy, he's my friend. Dad made him for me :(" "ahh. You know, my father's been building something for Liz too." "You think that it'll protect her like Marionette protects me?" "Maybe."

Charlie notices how anxious CC always seems to be, and declares one day that she'll keep him safe. She makes him a drawing of them both holding hands, and gives it to him so that he may always look upon it and know that Charlie's rooting for him. He nearly bursts into tears at the kind gesture. The whole household tries to be nicer to each other whenever Charlie's around, but CC tells her about Michael's behaviour to him. Knowing how weak Michael is to her, Charlie gives Michael a look while he's grabbing cereal the next morning like "you should be nicer to your brother. He's just a little kid." Michael immediately pauses, then awkwardly closes the cupboard like "ummm. Okay." Not wanting to use Charlie as a means to make fun of CC, he just never brings the interaction up afterwards

The Emily and Afton families joining together are constantly filled with different forms of jealousy from the Aftons. William, he's jealous of Henry. Michael, he's jealous of Charlie's positive relationship with her father. CC, he's jealous of how Michael seems to like Charlie so much more than him. Elizabeth doesn't even notice her own jealousy, but deep down, Charlie's completely peaceful household... confuses her. She rationalizes the lack of favouritism or hostility as it only stemming from Charlie being an only child, rather than Henry's good parenting. Being so young as well as being the perfect golden child, Elizabeth doesn't know how to express doubt in her father. Clearly, it must be her siblings doing something wrong if Charlie and Uncle Henry are doing so well on their own!

After CC's death, the house is filled with an unbreakable tension. It's grief. It's guilt. Michael and his schoolmates completely cut ties after what happened. And as always, the Emilys feel so separate from the tension of his own home. Michael starts talking to Charlie more frequently, more often at Henry's house rather than his own. He tries not to, or at least usually tries to hide first, but he accidentally has a complete breakdown in the living room one time. Charlie hums a soothing lullaby to him until Henry eventually comes back, notices the state Michael's in, and takes over calming him down while sending Charlie off to do some other seemingly helpful task. After Elizabeth's death, Michael only really has the Emilys left. Charlie stops just being his source of peace, and becomes his best friend. His only friend. Then after Charlie's death...

It's rather lonely all of a sudden.

Later, years later, when Michael's flesh is rotting on his bones and everything is just about to finally be done with, he sits down on the edge of a cheap creaky stage he bought, and lightly knocks his knuckles against Lefty's calf. "Charlie? Can you hear me alright? It's Michael ... I'm sorry. I know I never acted like it, but... for what it's worth... you were my best friend back then. ...Whatever's beyond this, would you like to be friends again there too?"

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jokeringcutio · 4 months

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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Pregnant" Mature/Drabble [1]

FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Summary: Imagine: Your mom is pregnant and tells you the 'joyful' news. She doesn't know you carry a child from your stepdad as well. Only, you are not allowed to share the news with anyone. AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present.

Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean.

"Come join us at the table, dear," your mom called out to you, her voice brimming with excitement. You reluctantly took a seat, forcing a smile onto your face as she presented a sonogram in front of you. William, your stepdad, stood nearby, his involvement in all this clear by the proud look on his face.

The sight of the sonogram made your stomach churn. No, all but that, you silently pleaded. But the picture was still there. No lie in it.

An unborn child, a baby, already very much formed, sucking its thumb, stared back at you. She wasn’t just pregnant, she must have been for a while. It explained why she started to eat more and had gained weight. You should have noticed. Fighting back the nausea threatening to overwhelm you, you continued to feign happiness for your mom and stepdad's sake.

"Can you believe it?" your mom gushed. "You're finally going to have a sibling! I've wanted to give you a brother or sister for so long, but I never had the chance. And now that I'm getting older, I thought it might be too late. But it's like a Christmas miracle!" She laughed, lost in her joy. "I swear it must have happened on Christmas Eve."

You tried to stomach the details, politely listening while feeling sick to your core. Your eyes searched William's face for any sign of guilt, but he only looked back at you impassively, raising his fingers to his lips in a hushing gesture. Christmas Eve. A miracle indeed, you thought. You remembered the evening well, how William came to your room before going back to your mother. You forced another smile, wishing the conversation could end.

"Mom, Dad, I'm really happy for you both," you managed to choke out, hoping your words sounded genuine. And you would have been, if not for your stepdad constantly putting his cock inside of you behind your mom’s back. You felt guilty and dirty and quite frankly, you felt like a cheap toy to him. Yet, you had grown to love his touches. You craved him.

William Afton had become a need in your life.

And so you would have been happy for your mom if she had married any other man than your stepfather.

"Congratulations, Mom," you whispered, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace. You could tell she appreciated the gesture, and for a moment you thought you could fake your way through this. William be damned. He couldn’t break the bond between mother and daughter. Not with his manipulative games, not with his secrets, and not with his control over you. But then, the traitorous nauseating churn in your stomach grew stronger as she clung to you, her joy infectious yet painful for you to witness.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, pulling back and beaming at you. Your vision blurred, the nausea intensifying until it was unbearable. "I'm just so –"

"Excuse me," you interrupted, clamping a hand over your mouth as you bolted from the table, but it was too late. The contents of your stomach spilled out, splattering across the table in a vile mess.

"Are you okay?" your mom asked, concern etched into her face. "You've been unwell a lot recently."

"Sorry, I'm fine," you lied once the heaving finally stopped, cheeks burning with shame as you grabbed tissues from the counter and started cleaning up the mess. You couldn't let her know the truth. William would kill you if you told her.

"Maybe you should see a doctor soon," your mom suggested, glancing at William for support. "Don't you think that's a good idea?"

He nodded, his arms crossed and expression stoic. "Yes, it might be best."

"Thanks for worrying, Mom," you mumbled, your heart thudding in your chest as you wiped away the last traces of vomit. "I promise I'll make an appointment."

"Good," she said, relief flickering in her eyes. "I just want you to be healthy and happy."

"Me too," you whispered, forcing a smile.

With a final swipe, you finished cleaning your mess and rushed past William to throw the dirty tissues in the trash. "Congratulations on becoming a dad again," you said, trying to sound sincere.

"Thank you," he responded with a nasty grin, his voice dripping with malice. "I've always wanted more kids."

His words twisted like a knife in your gut as you retreated to the living room. Your mom beckoned William over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come sit with me, let's think of names for our little miracle."

You watched them for a little while, your heart heavy with sadness, feeling more alone than ever. Why was your stepdad this way, you wondered?

Unable to bear it any longer, you fled to your room, closing the door a bit too loudly behind you. Frustration bubbled up inside you, threatening to explode. You groaned and threw yourself onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as you cried out in despair.

"Damn you, William," you choked between sobs, placing a trembling hand on your stomach. "How could you do this to me? How could you do this to my mom? You knew it, you knew all along that something like this could happen and yet -"

You bit your lip and never finished that sentence. Instead, you pulled a yellowing pregnancy test from beneath your pillow – two purple lines stared back, cold and unyielding, a stark reminder of your fate.

The memory of William barging into your room, a smug grin plastered on his face, came rushing back. He had casually tossed you the pregnancy test, demanding that you take it immediately.

"Go on," he'd sneered, "make sure you get it right."

“I’m not pregnant,” you had said boldly. It was what you had hoped, after all. A baby would complicate so many things. It sounded like a nightmare, not a dream. Not like this.

You recalled the humiliation and fear as he forced you to go to the bathroom, standing by your side like a perverse sentinel as you peed on the stick. His eyes never left you, a twisted fascination in his gaze, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of being violated.

"Good girl," he'd said mockingly once you were done, the words dripping with malice. He’d celebrated the outcome of the test quite elaborately. “Let’s see if we can make it twins.” You felt dirty thinking back of it.

Now, staring down at the damning evidence in your hand, you thought about how you probably got pregnant around the same time as your mom. The realization churned your stomach, the sheer wrongness of it all making your head spin. Both of you, carrying this man's child – it was too much to bear.

"Fuck you, William," you whispered bitterly, clenching the pregnancy test tightly in your hand. Your breaths came in shallow and ragged as you tried to calm yourself, focusing on the sensation of the life growing inside you.

"Stay strong," you told yourself, trying to push away the dark thoughts swirling in your mind. "This baby... this baby is innocent. It’s his doing. He is trying to break this family apart."

A knock on the door startled you, and you quickly hid the stick beneath your pillow. Grabbing a book, you pretended to read, hoping to mask your tear-streaked face.

"Sweetie, can I come in?" your mom asked, stepping into the room. Her eyes scanned your face, noting the redness and damp trails on your cheeks. "Oh, sweetheart…I know it's a lot to take in," she said gently, "but I really want you to be happy for me."

You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to muster a smile. "Of course, Mom. I'm happy for you both."

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft and grateful. "And with me getting further along in my pregnancy, I'll probably need your help more around the house. Can I count on you? I think you’d be a wonderful big sister."

"Sure, Mom," you agreed, your voice barely audible. As you spoke, William appeared in the hallway, his chilling gaze locked onto yours. He wordlessly flashed two sonograms – one of your mom's baby, the other of your own – before placing a finger to his lips, warning you to stay silent. You had to be quiet; you knew that much.

"Of course, I'll help you, Mom," you reassured her, forcing a smile. "Because I am young and strong."

Her eyes softened, and she reached out to squeeze your hand. "Thank you, sweetheart," she murmured.

Suddenly, you felt a flutter within your belly – a small kick from the life growing inside you. Your eyes turned wide as you prayed no one had seen it. Your mom’s eyes were still soft and focused on your face. But your stepdad’s cold blues had darted down to your stomach.

As your mom left the room, William's sinister presence lingered in the doorway, then vanished.

How long could you keep this little life hidden?

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scekrex · 2 months

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Rules & Masterlist

These fics are for the male audience, I'm cool if you're female and silently read & enjoy em, but please: females do not interact.

I also won't do Adam (or literally any adult character I write for) x child/minor!reader. I did it once, I'm not comfortable to do it again, please respect that. Any asks/prompts that include child/minor!reader will be deleted.

Fandoms I currently write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Five Nights at Freddy's (movie & games)

Characters I write for:

Adam (x male!Reader & adamsapple)

William Afton (x male!Reader)

Springtrap (x male!Reader)

Michael Afton (x male!Reader)

I write both, SFW & NSFW

Masterlist

Adam x male!Reader

Consider chasing dick instead of pussy {SFW}

Fuck him, flip him, bend him backwards, baby, put your back into it {NSFW}

Bitches want me 'cuz they know that I can rock {NSFW}

Heavenly {NSFW}

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase {SFW}

Heaven's gates won't open up for us again {SFW}

What it takes to be a man {SFW}

Going viral {SFW, crack fic}

Hidden in the sheets {SFW}

Lost and Found {SFW}

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me {NSFW}

Night Terrors {SFW}

I'm liking it better with you {SFW, crack fic}

Drunk 'n' Nasty {SFW, crack fic}

Constant Headache {SFW}

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde {SFW}

Do you even {SFW, crack fic}

For you I'd bleed myself dry {SFW}

Pretty baby with the sun in his eyes {SFW}

Figure you out {SFW}

Cuffed Up {SFW}

Got Me Obsessed {NSFW}

Forbidden fruits cause damage {SFW}

Born to Lose {SFW}

Chaotically Chaotic {SFW}

Let me live/Let me die {SFW}

Lonely Eyes {SFW}

Flying and Falling are pretty close to each other {SFW, crack fic}

I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything {SFW}

Stick It To The (Wo)Man {SFW}

With broken wings we're fallin' {SFW}

The Plan (Fuck Parents) {SFW}

Pretty Boy Swag {SFW}

Goodbyes that feel like you're still in my city {SFW}

In Desire We Trust {NSFW}

People Pleasing doesn't rock {SFW}

And I dream to be your fantasy {SFW}

Chains on my lips just add flames to the fire {SFW}

Love me like you mean it, a little bit harder now {NSFW}

Never wanna stop 'cause your taste is so divine {NSFW}

Let the sun set on your life and I'll make, oh I'll make you mine {SFW}

When you meet my eyes, we both know that you're mine {SFW}

But I still want more, don't know what I'm after {NSFW}

I hate everyone, it's so easy, I wouldn't do it if I didn't really care {NSFW}

It's 'cause of these things {SFW}

He can fix it {SFW}

If God's watching then we're both sinners {SFW}

Love at first sight, I still believe {SFW}

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone {SFW}

I bring the ribs, I bring the drama {SFW}

Everything I love, I guess it makes me damned {NSFW}

Smother me with loving hands {SFW}

We're eating good tonight, darlin' {NSFW}

Reach out and touch faith {NSFW}

Birthday boy {SFW}

All the violence makes a statement {SFW}

If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood {SFW}

This hurts me like Heaven {NSFW}

Is this the life, the one from your dreams? {NSFW}

I got myself a fuckin' life dressed up in evening wear {SFW}

Little soldier {SFW}

About bragging and loving {SFW}

The deeper you go, the better you feel {NSFW}

Never wanted to dance with nobody, but you {SFW}

I'm a jester and I'm yours, call me your fool {SFW}

Burning, I feel it too {SFW}

There's a darkness at the heart of my love, that runs cold, runs deep {SFW}

I promise you that I'll be good to you if you promise that you'll try to love me too {SFW}

Make me cum {NSFW}

You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice {SFW}

Spin round quick rock yo body {NSFW}

I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out {SFW}

Suck it up, big boy {NSFW}

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be {SFW}

Take me down, a little bit harder now {NSFW}

Adam x Lucifer

Love's a rigged game {SFW}

Morning snuggles {SFW}

Fallen {SFW}

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree {SFW, one-sided}

This hurts me like hell, feel like the angel who fell {SFW, one-sided}

William Afton x male!Reader

Not the one to trust {SFW}

Would you take my hand and take a life? {implied NSFW}

After Hours {NSFW}

Don't Cum Crying {NSFW}

Cupid Carries A Gun {NSFW}

Chaotic Good {NSFW}

Dancing with my deepest dark desire {SFW}

Springtrap x male!Reader

The Things I Could Do To You {SFW}

Michael Afton x male!Reader

Your shadow is there, wherever I go {SFW}

Better With {SFW}

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x reader #adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #dave miller #william afton #william afton x male reader #william afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader #springtrap #springtrap x reader #fnaf

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i-eat-lip-gloss · 9 months

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Important info page/intro post

please read this!! i will randomly add new but important information

Current status: Idle

Name: Crayon or Charlie(/Charles)

pronouns: he/him, they/them, star/stars, gummy/gummys, circus/circus’

Gender: Transmasc, Transgender, Librafluid

sexuality and romantic status: Omnisexual and taken

DNI: homophobes, transphobes, racists, religious talk (all religions welcome but don't try and convert me), people who often refer to alcohol, talking about "the power of healing gems" and spirits (you can believe that but please don't talk to me about it), pedos, kink agere, nsfw agere, dd/lg agere and variants, politics, my opinions on drama, etc.

❗️DO NOT TAG ME IN TAGGING GAMES. if it’s a small quick text-related thing that will take only like a minute or 2 then maybe, but overall please refrain.

please read this!! ✨👇

And more info about me is under the cut!! :D

(Friend/platonic /online) Family: @bananabreadcroissant @marshhell dads, @space-spoon uncle, @t0ast-the-gh0st @gaepokemon cousins, and a rlly fucking confusing irl family-friend line

fav color, food, drink, and animal: dark green and light purple, none (iykyk), PEACH MONSTER ENERGY (or any flavor monster i just love monster), and frogs ducks fox and deer

fav aesthetic: emo, clowncore, rock n’ roll, punk, 90’s grunge, scenecore, medieval stuff(idk the aesthetic name😭), pastel goth, cottagecore, anything fall/halloween, weirdcore

current hyperfixation: Ramshackle

other past hyperfixations/other interests/fandoms (ranked most loved): Hamilton (the musical), FNaF, Hazbin Hotel, Gravity Falls, Clowncore, Heartstopper, Ghost and Pals, D&D, TWOMP/Ashur Gharavi, Cuphead, Casino Cups/gambling/casinos; that whole vibe, medieval/renaissance etc, The Amazing Digital Circus, Barbie (2023), Welcome Home

comfort character(s): Skipp, Teen Michael Afton, Evan Afton, Dipper Pines, John Laurens

Friends "Names" i'll often refer to (THESE ARE NOT THEIR REAL NAMES!!): Olive 👁️(it/its), Bubble 🫧(she/her), Ace 🪲(he/him), Robin 🍎(she/her), Lint 🐀 (she/her), Lizzy 🦆(she/they), Layla 🦈 (any, prefers he/they), and his platonic wife Piper 🧁 (any), Anthony 🍞 (he/him)

!!WARNING!!

this blog contains:

swearing, ED/ana, sh mention, vents

note: on October 18 (every year) don't expect me to talk and don't talk to me that much in general.

side blogs: @strawb3rry-cloudz ,

ask blog under construction

Age Regression stuff/info:

go to my blog @strawb3rry-cloudz !

❗️am i regressed right now? No

-Enjoy your stay with this little freak!-

#important #crayon talks #my tags ->#midnight talks with crayon #crayon answers

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blue-gem-overlord · 1 month

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Hello, you sinners of Tumblr(or whatever this app is).

My name isn’t important, but I’m known as Jewel for the meantime. Use she/her and they/them pronouns so BE respectful or you’ll end up like those FOOLS

(Translate: Hello, you sinners of Tumblr(or whatever this app is). My name isn’t important, but I’m known as Jewel for the meantime. Use she/her and they/them pronouns so BE respectful or you’ll end up like those FOOLS)

My Princ-Charlie Morningstar(taking over her account for a while) - @charlie-morningstar666

Her stupid ass father, king of hell - @king--of--ducks

(Ooc:They’re part of the lore and yes I asked their permission-)

The ROTTEN Princess stealer/Charlie’s Angel pet - @the-moth-ex-angel

My Helper in Secret - @striker-bootleg-william-afton

Creepy Duck Sinner - @ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer

Some Skeleton Bitch - @dustsansm1

(Ooc:This character is mine and everyone else in this belong to Vizie. This is just for fun and drama. The art at the top belong to me. This character is cruel and mean so get ready for some mean response, but remember it’s JUST the character. I don’t intend to harm or hurt anyone at all. Also same mod who plays Charlie and Vaggie-)

(This is what Jewel look like and a few things about her-if you WANT to redesign them. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF DUCKS!! Ask permission first and then credit me(by tagging me). Don’t be jerks)

(Fanart made by @sockmanduckman . It’s so beautiful I wanna cry-)

(Another beautiful art, but this time by @lilith--morningst4r . It’s too goddamn beautiful)

(Another amazing art from @vox-tv-demon mod. Y’all making me cry)

Lore

Chapter 1

Part 1 - The Phone Call(rp with @king--of--ducks )

Part 2 - The Holy Weapon(Rp with @striker-bootleg-william-afton and yes, I asked their permission )

Part 3 -The Warning(rp with @dustsansm1 and yes I asked their permission)

Part 4 - The Meet-Up(rp with @striker-bootleg-william-afton )

Part 5 - The Reunion(rp by myself-it’s lonely and weird, but the show must go on)

Part 6 -Triggers(rp with @ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer )

Part 7 - A little Chat (rp by myself-yay)

Part 8 -Suspicious(Rp with @dustsansm1 )

Part 9 -Meeting an Ex’s father(rp with @king--of--ducks and MAN-it got angst)

Part 10 - More Than Anything(rp with @king--of--ducks )

Rest of chapter 1 is in @the-exes-lore ‘s pin post

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ghostedcas · 11 months

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As I sadly can't find any comfort fanfics to do with the reader having burns from fire.

Could you pls write one with William Afton, like the reader is feeling down about them.

If not then it's okay

i absolutely can sweet nonnie !! <3

i wasn't sure what extent you wanted the burns severity to be so i just kinda went with the flow and didn't fully specify, i hope it's alright. i really hope this is up to your expectations, sorry it's so short though :((

william afton x gn!reader

word count: 455

warnings: mentions of trauma, mentions of being burned in a fire, mentions of house fires, mentions of scarring and burns, mentions of death and near death experiences, mentions of death of loved ones, mentions of death of a pet, william calls reader doll. probably ooc william. despite all that angst i swear it's fluffy ToT

a/n: i really hope i was able to do this justice, if i get anything wrong about what it's like to have burn scars please let me know so i can keep it in mind for future requests/fics! <3 also i worked on this while i was in line for the food bank lmao

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you had curled up under the blankets on the couch as you watched the movie you had selected on netflix. snuggled in a hoodie and baggy sweat pants, you were feeling a little upset over the burn scars on your arms and legs.

nothing in particular had happened to trigger the insecure feeling today, you had just woken and the feeling overwhelmed you. you had tried to continue on with your day, you really truly did. you had gotten the dishes done and that was it. that was all you had the energy for.

that's how you ended up drowning in blankets and curled up on the couch watching some shitty drama on netflix when william came back home from work.

"love, i'm back! oh-" william called out as he entered the house, tall frame walking through the doorway of the living room and his eyes landed on you. "what's up?"

"just feelin' sad." you responded with a mutter.

"wanna tell me what about?"

"not really... it's dumb."

"well then that's even more of a reason to tell me. so i can tell you to stop being so dumb." william teased, earning a dissatisfied whine from you. "oh come on, my love. tell me what it is. i can't help if you don't tell me"

"just... my burns. do you think they make me ugly?" you ask meekly, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

"what? where is this coming from? your burns don't make you ugly, my love. you are the most stunning thing i have ever seen, doll. your burns make you interesting and unique. you don't think the scars on my body are ugly. don't be so negative with yourself." the british man says firmly yet softly as he grabs your face in his hands, his touch cold.

"you are perfect, just as you are. even with all your so called baggage." william assured you further, making sure to give mention to your history, the house fire you gained both your physical and mental scars in; having lost your mother and beloved family dog.

he pulls you, and the mass of blankets surrounding you, close as he sits on the couch, leaning down to kiss your forehead. he held you to his chest in silence for what felt like both hours and minutes, cold and bony fingers gently tracing shaped into your back through the layers.

"feeling any better?" will chimes up after a few minutes.

"yeah, i am."

"good, can't have my pretty doll feeling down. especially about their looks." he chuckles.

and suddenly it's hard to feel insecure about the burns as you feel his fingers gently, lovingly tracing the scarred skin of your arm to lull you into relaxation.

#william afton x reader #william afton x reader fluff #william afton fluff #casper writes #ghostedcas #casper's 💌

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fandomwritingbit · 1 year

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Can i request a William x Female smut?

William is a bartender- and its readers first time going to a bar, her friends instantly ditch her because they see cute guys and leave with them, leaving reader at the bar not even knowing what to even start off with-

William notices and helps her out, starting off small and watching as she gets drunker, eventually he takes her to his house and she tries to kiss him (which he allows) then she tries to initiate sex, but he tells her no cause shes drunk and she ends up sleeping next to him in his bed, in the morning she asks and he decides to fuck her hard

If this is to long or you just don't want to, you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

@lillianastuff

Hello! I’ve finally got this one ready. It's been sitting in my drafts looking pretty for too damn long. I followed your outline but there are a few bits I skewered, hope that’s alright.

Thank you so much for this request and the others, smashed ‘em out the park you did!

Warnings: swearing. smut. alcohol and drunkness.

Two hours before their shift the bartender called in sick. Cheeky fuck went against the 24hour notice policy and subsequently left the bosses in the lurch, desperately trying to find someone else willing to cover it. But it was a Saturday night, anyone who wasn’t already in was busy and Henry included. He’d told William that somebody needed to be there, all their money was in drinks after all, and that if no one would help: he’d have to do it him fucking self. And after a long day of pay cheques and fixing faulty lights in the lounge, that was the last thing he wanted to do, Hell it’d be the last thing he wanted on a good day.

Nevertheless, what choice did he have? Lose all that cash? On such a busy night? Fuck that. He sighed as he settled behind the bar, moving things to his liking, knowing he’d be making the next night’s bartender’s job a lot harder, but wanting this to go as painlessly as possible.

“Will you get those fucking doors open? Its five past the hour.” He called to a worker, who fumbled with what she was cleaning, hurrying to do as he said as quickly as possible.

“Yes, sorry, Mr Afton.” He just nodded in response, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mentally prepared himself to be somewhat pleasant to the people he’d have to serve. It was going to be a long bloody night.

Work always kept you busy, so when your friends had asked if you wanted to go out to a bar this Saturday, you agreed - even though it wasn’t really your thing. You’d never gone to a bar before, not a proper ‘young people drinking, music blaring’ kind of bar anyway; so, you were nervous. But still excited to finally have the chance to do something fun after weeks of slaving away.

It was agreed you’d meet at half seven. In a popular pub in town. There were 4 of you in total, yourself, two friends from Uni and one of their sisters, and so you were hopeful for a good night.

Taking the chance to dress up nice, you slinked into a black dress and some boots with heels- not overly classy but clean, and relatively practical. At least your sober-arse thought so, not taking into account that drinking would knock over, and shatter, your sense of balance, and these shoes would be nothing but a hinderance.

Similarly dressed, you and your mates got taxis to the bar, chattering none-stop about your lives, making sure to fill each other in on any drama that had occurred since your last meeting. And it was fun, the most fun you’d had in ages and your constant giggling felt nice to be back.

Your lovely evening only lasted an hour. Only one drink in, your friends’ eyes quickly wondering to the singles in the building. And so, still finishing your ‘something and coke’ you’d been well and truly abandoned and looked bitterly between all 3 of the bold ladies who’d accosted and snagged a stranger in ten minutes flat.

Feeling embarrassed at being sat on a big table on your lonesome, you walk over to the bar, putting down your empty glass and taking a somewhat sticky, neglected stool. The tingle of embarrassment again buzzed at your sides when the server turned to you, not offering a greeting but raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to say something.

The expression of the tall bloke was not welcoming, and you stumble before even opening your mouth.

“Hi uh, can I get another one of... this?” You push your glass forward, giving him a closed-lipped and awkward smile.

Resting his elbows on the counter before you, his expression of annoyance didn’t shift. “What am I- Mystic Meg?” He asked sarcastically, presenting his palms to the ceiling. When your eyes only widened, not understanding what he meant, he sighed. “It’d help if you told me what it was.” His tone was curt and mean, you feel heat rise to your cheeks, wishing the ground would open and swallow you whole.

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I don’t know...” You damn-near wanted to cry, the shame of looking stupid pricking the corners of your eyes. “They uh...” You pointed pointlessly behind you, “were supposed to help me out but they’ve shagged off.”

Seeing your reaction, he stood up straight, trying to be a little bit more patient- though it was a struggle. “Help you out?”

“Yeah... I’ve uh never really drunk before- not at a pub anyway.”

“Huh...” He said, brow quickly raised in surprise. He softened himself a bit as even in the low light he could see the sheen of your eyes, shitty mates you had if they pissed off almost immediately. “Then a spirit and mixer are probably a good way to go- I assume that's what this was.” He picked up your discarded glass and you again feel embarrassed as his eyes landed at the lipstick on the rim. “I’ve made a lot of drinks tonight; I don’t remember what I made you.”

“Yeah, I get it, you don’t really register faces.” You smile.

“Not at all.” He looked over your shoulder and you keep your gaze at his hands on the bar. They’re huge, fingers long and elegant like a pianist but you smile at the relatability of his nails bitten down, sympathising with the stress he must be under. He brought you from that thought by tilting his head to the left, “That your mate, over there? The ginger one?”

You look over, quickly seeing her on a fella’s lap. “Yeah...”

“That’s a vodka and coke- a cheap one and all.”

“She must be more memorable than me, then.” You smile in partial self-deprecation. It suited you, that smile, changed you completely from the sorry looking sad thing that sat down here a minute ago.

“Not her herself. The purple lipstick on her teeth is though.” He smirked and you catch a glimpse of a few missing teeth which for reasons you can’t explain, makes your stomach twist. He continued, lowering his head to your eyeline. “Vodka and coke is fucking boring... You drink wine?”

Biting your lip, your eyes get wide, like a nervous rabbit. “I have done...” You say, an awkward look taking over your face again.

“Right.” He sounded unconvinced by your words. “Here then...” Watching the man, he bends and quickly plucks a bottle from a shelf close to the floor, opening it and pouring you a glass while hardly looking. “Try this, if you don’t take to it, I’ll have it.” Placing it down before you, you look from it to him, smirking.

“You’re allowed to drink on the job?” The tone of your question had a ‘not a bad gig’ implication to it and he lets himself smile. Watching your fingers wrapping around the stem of the glass, your nail varnish chipped rather charmingly. As you saw him acknowledge it, you take you hand back from view a little ashamed about it.

He brings his gaze back to you and quells your shame, “I own the place.” He says through a smirk and peaked eyebrow. “Though if I caught someone else doing it, I’d make ‘em down the whole bottle, like my pa did when he seen me smoking for the first time.”

“Oh right.” You laugh. Of course, this man smokes, his hands were made to have a cigarette in them. God the smell probably clung to his skin, you’d likely be able to taste on his... Looking to the wine in front of you, you catch his eyes on you when you look back up, asking, “Someone skiving off?”

“You can tell? What, do you work somewhere like this?”

“I waitress.”

To your surprise he laughs, fully resting his arms on the counter, at equal eye level. “But you don’t know your drinks?”

“Don’t have to, to hand them a wine list.” You shrug. Finally trying the drink in front of you, making sure not to look at the bloke who was very blatantly watching you for a reaction. You don’t know how to feel about it, the taste bitter on your tongue though comfortingly warm down your throat.

“You like it?” He asks when you set it back down.

“Yeah, its uh... not what I expected.” You offer, pressing your lips together between your teeth.

The bartender tips his head back to laugh at you, “Don’t fucking lie.” He stops his sniggering to take the glass back, shaking his head. “We’ll find you something you do like- certainly more entertaining than fannying-on with this lot.” You struggle to take your eyes from him as he brings your glass to his lips: you can think of something you’d like already.

You’re not sure how long you sit at that bar, the man behind it being called away every so often to fulfil people’s orders. But he kept coming back to where you sat, each time with something different for you to try, seemingly determined to find ‘your match’ as he called it.

However, as the night progressed your inexperience and consequently, your low tolerance began to show and before long you were, as the people say: bloody pissed.

Too many drinks in, he comes to you again, looking at your state with immense amusement.

“You got a lift home?”

“Nah, I’ll ring a taxi later.” You smirk, enjoying this fella’s company too much to consider going yet.

“How much later?” He asks, well aware that you’d lost track of time and had no idea how late it was. Putting you out of your misery with, “We’re closing soon, sweetheart.”

“Oh shit, what time is it like?”

Looking to his watch he grins. “Nearly two.” You feel your eyes get wide in shock; having had no idea you’d been there for that long. You go to stand but the drink grips you in a choke hold and you stumble near-instantly.

“Hey, careful. Here I’ll help you.” He comes round the gap laughing at your unsteady form and you try to have the coordination to take your boots off whilst doing the impossible: standing.

“God, I wouldn’t have given you so much to drink if I knew you were that little.” He teased. Stood next to him of course you looked little, anyone fucking would. Fuck this man was tall, you’d not taken much notice of that.

“I’m not little, you’re fucking massive.” You say, snapping but quickly looking him up and down admiring his frame. Especially those hard arms that you had to cling to for balance.

Realising that you were beyond gone, he turns you to face him. “I can’t put you in a taxi in this state. You alright to sleep upstairs?”

“With you?” He smiled widely, shaking his head at you, whilst trying to manoeuvre you round tables towards the back of the bar- where the stairs to the flat above were.

Hanging off him, it suddenly occurs to you that you don’t even know this blokes name... which would be helpful if you’re going to bed with him.

“Hey. What’s your name?” You ask out of the blue, making him laugh as you turned to look at him, a hand landing on his chest.

“William, sweetheart.”

“Oh right.” You keep your hand there, looking up at him. “I’m y/n.”

You wake up on a sofa, hazy memories of the man from last night taking you up some stairs- oh good lord were you at his?

The sound of a fella clearing his throat caught your attention. “She’s alive. I was wondering what to do with you.” You see William through a kitchen counter, quickly realising you were indeed in a flat, in an open living-room kitchen area. Sitting up, you feel a blanket slide from your torso and feel the cool air of the room settle on your bare skin. Your bare skin?!

Looking down and seeing only your bra, your sleepy eyes ping wide open. “Oh my God, where’s my dress?” You ask, not sure whether to laugh or burst into shameful tears.

The man’s lean frame walks over to you, placing a steaming mug of coffee down on a table beside you. “You took it off last night.” He pauses, smirking wickedly. “After you climbed on top of me, but before you crashed.” The image of it flickered in your brain. The sensation of pulling your dress off, then the feel of his hands on your hips, pulling you off of him. Seeing sheer devastation possess your face he couldn’t help but laugh. He sat next to you, causing you to tuck your bare legs up, huddling under the blanket.

“Did we uh... have sex?” You ask, not sure if you really wanted to know. The fear of having made a fool of yourself creeping up your form.

He looked to you, tilting his head and not bothering to hide the abundance of amusement he was getting from all this.

“No. I like knowing you can stay awake for that kind of thing.” Laughing again, you decide you hate yourself and cover your face with your hands.

“Oh god.” You say behind your fingers. “I’m so sorry- I was so gone...” You scoff a laugh, an element of disbelief swilling around your head.

“Don’t be. You told me you didn’t drink- I shouldn’t have plied you like I did.” He let his laughter die down. Looking from you to the floor, a shadow of regret briefly on his face.

“No- No you were great. Thanks for looking after me and giving me a good night.” Peering out from your hands, you’re surprised to see he’s looking at you, a thoughtful glare in his eyes.

“You had a good night then?”

“Yeah. Even though my mates left me, and I’ve never been this embarrassed in my life.” You manage to laugh through the last part, just now noticing your dress crumpled on the floor. Reaching down to grab it, he watched the cover doing a terrible job of hiding your skin and blatantly stared at you as you completed the goal. Your face hot under his look.

“For the record... Had you propositioned me any other time: I would have said yes. You just couldn’t tell arse from elbow last night.” He’s not sure what he was hoping to achieve by that, but when you let the garment drop into your lap and a shy grin spread on your face, the stirring of his cock made him realise exactly what he wanted.

“Even hungover and matted from sleep?” You were half joking, but looking at the slight pinch between his brows, you wanted to cross your legs under that blanket.

He leaned forward, eyes flicking over what parts of you he could see. “Especially like that...” Pushing the blanket and much-neglected dress from your lap you stand. Letting yourself be seen, even though it burned your throat with fear of rejection. Just in your knickers and bra, feeling very much under his scrutiny.

Rubbing one of your arms, you pull the courage to look at him. “You sure you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” Grabbing your arm, he guided you closer to him, smirking as he enjoyed the sight in front of him.

“I’m not nice enough for that.” As he pulls you so you’re straddling him, he has the nerve to take fun at your expense again. “It's not your first time for this as well, is it?” A long finger draws up your stomach and you shudder, laughing.

“Hah-no.” You say flatly, by this point just wanting more of a touch from this man.

“Definitely not V-total?” His brow narrows mockingly. So you bite the bullet and push his arms to the back of the chair, moving your face very close to his, in the process your behind pressing torturously against him.

“Definitely.”

He manages a snicker before you kiss him, his posture changing immediately, becoming more tense against you. Cupping your jaw to hold you where he wanted you, the other hand grabbing at your hip, moving you forwards.

His hands were greedy from the outset, not that you minded in the slightest, rough skin on the warm softness of your breasts turning you on more by the second. The dull smell of alcohol intoxicating. Never had someone dominated you in a kiss like this, you let him take the lead, your hands clutching at whatever part of him they landed on.

It was fairly overwhelming for first thing in the morning, but the wetness of your knickers was distracting you from your brewing headache. You arch your back eagerly, when he moves to unhook your bra, making him chuckle at how quickly you pulled it from your shoulders, more than happy for him to take what he wants.

“You’re in a rush, what, have you got a train to catch?” He snickers, making heat rise to your cheeks instantly. But you try and keep confident.

“No, I just know what I want.” You can’t help but giggle though, your facade ruined halfway in. But he seemingly didn’t mind, because your words stirred him enough, to make him push you backwards on the sofa, setting himself between your legs, where you hand a lovely view of what exactly your words had done.

He ran a finger over the fabric of your knickers, instantly aware of your arousal underneath. It made you shiver, and an odd sense of anticipation prickled all over you.

“You can take them off if you want.” You tease, rising a leg and pressing it against his chest playfully, lightly shoving him to the left.

“Oh, thank you, I’d forgotten.” He smirks grabbing hold of your ankle, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Quickly reaching down to find the other and pulling your lower body off the sofa enough to hook your panties and slide them down your legs. God the heat coming off you was damn-near tangible and glancing at your pussy slick with arousal made his cock twitch. It was no surprise to him that you looked pretty like that, but what was really fucking beautiful was how you watched him wide-eyed waiting for him to do something.

The sudden hand on your inner thigh made you gasp, and you encourage the progression by pressing your foot against his dick. Before you can even form the words to describe it, the long fingers of this man were teasing your entrance, shallowly pressing in and out, then devastatingly fully inside, a practised movement accompanied by circles being ran over your clit. You had enough sense about you to continue playing with his cock, making him increasingly more impatient.

It moved fast after that, his fingers playing you like a fucking violin were replaced by the head of his cock running between your folds, coated in your arousal. It was a sight to behold, and you find yourself raising your hips, hungry. He understood your movement, guiding you and lining himself up before beginning to press inside you. The grunt from him as he did so, might have been the hottest sound you’d ever heard.

The pace he set was fucking mental, the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating through the flat and the moans pulled from your lips accompanied by his near frustrated grunts could probably be heard by the cleaner downstairs.

That poor cleaner.

#fnaf william afton #william afton smut #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #william afton x you #fnaf 18+

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thereluctantfollower · 4 months

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Reminder 2014-2018, and ongoing

He started making games for his kids. Whom were teens and younger at the time.

Even after getting snarky comment about his characters being creepy, went on to create FNaF. He still made these games with his family in mind.

Still not obvious enough? FNaF is for ALL AGES. While the books get sent to Young Adult section. Teens can and are allowed access to those books.

Scott always been vocal about his family and friends. Supportive, loving, being an actual good father and husband to his wife.

Scott is possibly a baseball fan. There is a Mike Schmidt baseball player, and a jazz/blues fan. There is a singer named DeeDee. This is a guy that grew up in the 80s. A lot of his inspiration is heavily influence in both books and games. Including now movies.

His donations totalling over $1,250,000 towards cancer & other charities. He would often go on twitch, YT and other places where people he met online, hired or heard the news of. Giving them a ton of money in support. $10,000 or MORE!

Remember Freddy in Space 2? Scott met a fan named Skylar Ginn. A kid with cancer, loved FNaF and knew who Shadow Springtrap was. He was taken from his family and friends way too soon.. Playing the game, in the credits. Scott had it down that this game was made for Skylar.

2018, Scott expressed that he planned on getting THREE MOVIES done. He got the money to make all three happen. First one in 2023 is a huge success, he even disguised himself to watch it in person with several other crowds of fans. Calling a Chica cosplayer, a superfan. Currently a second movie is in the works. So quick, after the success of the first one.

As Matthew Lillard stated, the movies are a love letter to us fans. Scott is doing this mostly for his family, and for us.

Scott cares. When the fandom gathered enough evidence to get a pedophile kicked out of the fandom, LadyFiszi. Scott made a reddit post on the topic, saying that LadyFiszi is no longer working for him. There is no place for pedos in FNaF.

Let's hope PinkyPills is next 👀 She tried to defend a pedophile, and moment she made that post in LadyFiszi's honor, she deleted it in seconds. Seeing Scott obviously doesn't agree with pedohiles.

Pinky herself is a known tracer, doesn't have an original artist bone in herself. Not a single one. Harasses people on DA and several other places, picking fights first. She, like few others who got zero creativity, made her William Afton fat and a pedophile, in poor attempt to be fatphobic and make disgusting cheap drama.

(You can have a villian that kills kids, and not make him a pedo for sake of quick attention. Just a fyi. And he can be fat. He was canonily fat as stated in the books. Don't do it to have an excuse to be fatphobic like PinkyPills.)

After the success of kicking out LadyFiszi, the fandom saw another problematic one, Phisnom. On August 2, 2023, Phisnom was fired by Scott Cawthon, due to controversies involving death threats and gore videos.

Scott has always been transparent, uplifting, and does the things he does with good intentions. Does this mean he thinks these things through? No. Not all of the time. He tried to do NFT once, not knowing what it was. Some idiot came up to Scott, thinking he was an easy target to leech off. The fans came rushing in, telling Scott what NFTs actually are and Scott listened. He backed off, rejected NFTs due to that.

#scott cawthon #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #fnaf movie #steel wool studios #outofcrafts #personally i hope he kicks Kane Carter to the curb as well. piggy backing on a good man's success to be a bitchy whiny brat towards anyone #is what both Kane and Phisnom did and became toxic buddies together. disgusting childish behaviour but they aint pedos. just dumb #long post

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Oooooh you write for Michael Afton? Omg, that's so awesome! Here's my request:

Michael with a female reader who he used to be academic rivals with back in highschool. The two haven't seen each other in years and Michael was wondering where she is now and what she's doing.

He wanders into a small bakery where he looks around for a snack. He looks into the kitchen and sees the reader, now all grown up into a beautiful woman, making cookies and is awestruck by her beauty. He asks if he can talk to her and she complies. The two then sit together and catch up.

Oh my God, I love this idea!! Thank you!

Sorry if I'm late, I just now saw it! :,)

Here u go! (Sorry if this wasn’t due to your expectations)

Oh god i just realised i changed 'making cookies' into waitressing, so sorry about that!

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Michael was having a bad day, like, bad bad. First, he got scolded by his dad for staying inside the whole day, and then he got a message saying his girlfriend wanted to break up, over text. right there, right at that shitty fucking moment.

He asked to talk to her, talk it through in person but it didn’t deliver, she had already blocked him and was unreachable. It wasn’t like he was devastated that they broke up, nor was he relieved, he was rather.. annoyed.

People making him in a bad mood when he already wasn’t feeling himself makes him even more annoyed, let alone his rumbling stomach. With all the drama and exhaustion he had gone through the whole day he forgot to eat, and he knew he needed to eat did he want to restrain energy.

He knew there was a bakery in town, a tiny one but a beautiful scheme-themed interior. He always found himself there when he was stressed or had a bad day like he was having right now. It always brought back memories from when he was in academic school. He always finds himself smirking when he thinks back about the way he ‘accidentally’ threw hot coffee on his rival y/n’s clothes.

He swore it was an accident, but neither he himself nor y/n believed it. She gripped some of the paper towels that were stacked next to the register as people all around them gasped. She told him, ‘’Oh- you really wanna do this huh? well then, I guess you really didn’t expect me to -’’ It made her throw her muffin back on him, dumping her iced coffee on top of his head.

Thinking back at it made him chuckle out loud by accident, realizing that he was standing right in the middle of the cafe. It was busy, the waiters and waitresses were taking orders here and there and were trying their best to bring their orders on time, even those complaining it ‘took them long enough’.

He slowly and unbothered walked towards the register, looking straight into the shelves and what was on top of them. All different kinds of bread and small decorated cakes. The smell of freshly baked toast and the strong smell of coffee was increasing a delightful tension in the place, the chatter of people making it seem really full.

His stomach rambled once again, motioning for him to eat something, and quick. He just couldn’t quite figure out what.

The bakery had a lot of things, and he wanted a lot of things. It all looked so extremely good and tasteful, he really didn’t know where to look. The confusion and stress he was slowly creating made him look towards the kitchen, his eyes darting into one specific position.

The position of a gorgeous female waiting to grab food for one of the tables. She had her arms crossed over each other and had a red apron tightened around her figure. She was smiling and had her hair back into a ponytail.

It reminded him of her, the person he hadn’t talked to for years and surprisingly even started to.. miss?

Y/n, aka his past ‘rival’, a rival he secretly started to adore. Adore even more than he should’ve. He just couldn’t help it. you were beautiful. you were even more beautiful than he remembered, seeing you years later in his favorite bakery.

‘‘Hello? Sir?’‘ one of the waitresses who was waving her hand in front of Michael’s face particularly half screamed, impatiently waiting for his bare attention, which she didn’t get. Michael's eyes snapped back at the waitress when he saw y/n move forward, out of his sight. ‘‘Finally.’ the female in front of him muttered under her breath, making him tilt his eyebrow slowly.

‘‘I’m sorry about that.’‘ He had his hands in his pockets, looking at the woman in front of him as she asked for his order. ‘‘It’s alright mate.’‘ the woman smiled, their impatientness seeming to loosen up a little. ‘‘What would you like?’‘ the woman asked again, making him blurt ‘‘Her.’‘ out.

The woman's eyes widened as he realized what he had just said out loud. He couldn’t take it back now, he has fully exposed himself in front of one of her co-workers.

He felt his cheeks heat up as he tried to find the words to say to make things right. ‘’I-I meant, I was wondering if I could talk to her.’’ The woman shook her head and met Michael’s gaze, now seeing y/n walk out the door with three plates in her hand, one supported on her wrist, one in her right hand, and one on her left.

she went past them, unbothered and with a smile on her face as she arrived at a table, placing their plates down. The woman who was now smiling like crazy waited until she was in hearing sight, and when she was, she took her change.

She got closer to y/n’s ear and whispered something he couldn’t quite catch, but when her gaze went up and met his she froze. her eyes widened and her mouth met agape.

‘‘Hey... I-.. was wondering if we could maybe talk?’‘

#michael afton #michael afton x y/n #michael afton x reader #fnaf #FNAF fanfiction #fnaf oneshot

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slasherscrybaby · 1 year

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Could you do what it’s like for the reader to take care of sick Stu w a cold? :D

Reader x Stu w a cold

I’m sorry I thought I already sent this but I forgot…When I seen this I remembered what a post I made about this😭😭

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When Stu is sick boy oh boy is he so dramatic… He acts likes he dying and wants to be hold. He would literally say the most dumbest shit ever.

Stu would be clingy more than usual...Im talking about x1000 times worse. When he takes a nap, you best believe you aren’t going anywhere. This scooby doo William Afton will have a death grip on you like a baby with a hand of your rice.

He’s winey and ask you if you love him for the one million time. Billy was there to drop by and Stu just started accusing him of random shit😭😭 Honestly, he’s a drama queen but, you love him nonetheless. He would talk nonstop you had scotch tape on the table side just in case….You know…

PLEASE for the love of god don’t let this man kiss you…The moment you do he’s not gonna stop

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*Stu and reader are watching arlo the alligator boy*

Stu:….When I die stay away from Billy

Y/N: *Slowly look at him*

Stu: What?

Y/N: Don’t what me boy! We are literally watching a masterpiece and you saying the MOST outrageous shit!?

Stu:*randomly bite you* Your marked

Reader:……

Reader: Why are you like this?

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🏷️ list:

@iloveslasher @killingick @the-pinstriped-hood @rottent33th @kalid-raven

#slasher x reader #stu macher x reader #ask me questions #thanks for the ask!#answered ask #anon ask #ask to tag #ask me anything

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frogfrogfrogfrogoose · 9 months

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i love the idea that both Cassidy and Evan’s souls are inside Golden Freddy so whenever there’s Afton family drama Cassidy’s just there like

#william: am i the drama? i don’t think i’m the drama #fnaf #i can’t draw #the afton family #cassidy fnaf #evan afton #golden freddy #crying child #willaim afton #michael afton #five nights at freddy's #golden fredbear

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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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genuinely curious what is the pit dad au is it a good dad william au because I lowkey adore those please ramble about it I love listening to your rambles (if you have the time of course)

OOH pretty much? its a "william is a bad dad but shit happens and he realizes it early enough to fix it, or at least try" au!! plus some other drama ofc

basically william gets springlocked waaaay earlier on than in canon. he has an accident, is alone, and henry finds him too late. while henry is trying to get his body out of the suit, he wakes up and is like oh shit i died.

but he came back and he is ecstatic about that. His plan worked! he's (by all normal standards) immortal! and henry cleans him up and hes springbonnie instead of springtrap. (and of they take wills uhm. corpse out. williams rlly disturbed by it tho. henry finds that funny and they hold a funeral for william and everything and hes just. what.)

except springbon is sentient. bc springbon is my faborite. so williams got a buddy in his head! and springbon can control her own body still if she wants to! and springbon is new to parenting but she reeeeaally loves these kids

will just wants to experiment more with his newfound body and abilities and everything he can do but. without a bodyy... he cant do much off the stage unless he has the ability to walk around off of it without being in suit mode. which comes with needing to charge. and while he would totally just hook himself up to a random plug in his roomm springbon had henry cover them all with the little child proof plugs and will cant get them off bc his robot fingers r too big so if he stays in his room too long, he'll pass out (or just. power down? since hes a robot?)

so he's forced to interact with his family.

but he really does find he enjoys time away from work and his kids are not actually horrible obnoxious idiots like he'd always thoguht of them as (as a mixture of not wanting kids in the first place and being bitter that his wife is dead) and he realizes wow. this isnt so bad. he also bonds a lot more with henry and vanessa (the latter of which was just. his employee. he didnt know her well before but she's fun and helps him with maintenance when henrys busy)

in this au, Michael is 11-12, elizabeth is 7, and evan is 6! so they r pretty young. Michael does have built up resentment towards his father bc of how neglectful and cold he was, and williams like wow! that was shitty of me! mostly bc he sees howspringbonnie interacts with his kids and it vaguely reminds him of his wife. and hes like okay! time to reconcile with my kids! and while evan and liz eventually r like yeah this is cool mike is not. hes very hesitant to trust his father and doesnt liek him!!! grrr!!!! but william really wants to try!!!! try he will dammit!!!

on top of that will DID make the funtimes with the intent of experimenting with remnant but pitdad will is a wuss! he didnt make them to kill kids. he just knew remnant involved death and they were made properly to contain it, but not collect it. so basically he made machines to harvest souls without the harvesting part and jsut the souls. those blueprints and that research is concerning enough on its own tho... lets just say he wasnt on a great path and likely would've done bad things like in canon if he'd been left to his own devices. curiosity mixed with grief is a bitch and so is william afton

but the funtimes ARE sentient, and they know what they were made to do. at least circus baby does and she goes and tells everyone and they decide "yeah this place sucks lets just merge together and find a skinsuit" and that skinsuit was MEANT to be william but he. yk. has no skin anymore. his oldest son must be the second best thing, right?

also also also the missing kids are in fact missing! for other reasons tho heheheh

extra note but because of how remnant works william is TERRIFIED of fire. hes scared it'll split his soul from springbonnie so he's rllyyyy scared of fire and stuff!!!

i think thats all? thats all i can think of i could probably answer more specific questions tho this is the gist!!!! im glad u love my sillyguys and rambles ueueue

#tzu rambles #tzu asks #william afton #fnaf au #pitdad au

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jokeringcutio · 3 months

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WILLIAM AFTON Fics (Specifically the Stepdad Ones)

Whoohoo lovelies, I've been getting some questions about William Afton so here are a few quick links:

Here is my masterlist with all the FNAF ones, including stepdad x reader, but also non-stepdad ones. (It is actually a Tumblr Page so might not work as well on your phone.) If you want more Lillard Stepfamily fics there's also a page here to include stepbrother Stu Macher, and a Stu and William below that.

Just a quick reminder these are mostly just drabbles and not necessarily related. So...

You can choose your own path♡︎ @tylerxrbtwhp You wanted a few in order :) Bon appetit: It could start here: ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Christmas Present”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, fingering, creampie, keeping it a secret from mom, smut. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Pregnant”, [1]Your mom has news to share. Warnings: Mature, talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Discovered”, [2] Your pregnancy is discovered by your mom. Warnings: Explicit. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Manipulative William. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Newborn”, [3]You are on your way home after giving birth to your stepdad’s child - but no one may know. Warnings: Mature. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader Drabble, [4] Mom suggests a paternity tests while you're eating dinner.

#william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton x reader masterlist #stepdad william afton #stepdad!WilliamAfton

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kaijuthespacemaniraptorian · 2 months

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the dude in da suit goo brrrr

just a simple drawing of TMITS cuz i was bored

il admit that im not really a fan of the analog horror series by unknowingly but its something i dont mind existing and it really isnt something i would be mad of unlike apparently some people who are just pissed of it for some reason but i didnt want to go take a deep look onto the drama but the suitmation trials and the man in the suit series concepts really arent my type of horror when it comes to godzilla or kaiju in general plus the man in the suit sounds like my old concept of a mutated William afton i made for one of my friends who is a big fan of FNAF where william afton's body deforms and morphs into the springbonnie costume (like glitchtrap) becoming a fleshy rabbit man! I much prefer body horror such as godzilla being such an eldrich mutated fleshy creature with undescribable body parts and have extra body parts where they shouldnt even be like this old godzilla i made

this is my own Hell Godzilla concept it is a manifestion of the sins of humanity and it is a 200 meters tall bipedal amphibian like creature composed of just flesh and bones with many eyes and mouth on its body and its atomic breath is a bright white liquid like beam that disintagrades anything it got caught and can shoot its from its two headed tail and each of its footsteps consumes anything such as organisms aswell as inorganic stuff like houses or debris as they will stick onto its fleshy skin and being consumed, all humanity can do is pray to have a painless death and hopefully everything will end!

but yeah i had alot of fun designing this horror godzilla of mine and hopefully some of y'all would love it! ^w^

#godzilla #gojira #horror #the man in the suit #art #daikaiju #kaiju

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carolingarts · 10 months

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Okay. I thought of something yesterday because I have movie brainrot...does the fnaf movie confirm midnight motorist game as canon?

Hear me out.

First things first. Yellow hue yellow colors all the orangey yellow. Plus all the costumes we've seen Lillard in are orange and yellow.

(That's a costume below I'll die on that hill. Sorry Mr. Lillard sir for staring at your Instagram too long.)

But see above? Yellow hue yellow lights and color is so goddamn intentional. And when we see Mike he's surrounded by yellow/orangey. But in the light it looks black/blue ish like he's been removed from the legacy.

But also? In this light? DOESNT IT LOOK GRAY?? Also. Yellow tie.

Everyone's been going over color theory between these two but I haven't seen anybody connect it to midnight motorist but this constant yellow hue over all the characters clearly dealing with drama...but the biggest thing.

Everyone remembers the house right? From the leaked photos there was the house in the forest and then most of the kids in the forest. And then Garrett. Getting taken away. In the forest.

Where Midnight Motorist has its grave mound.

Woop.

Here's another point for you okay? The lady's shoes?

Computer enhance!

Gray person in chair. Gray shoes??? Silvery yellow shoes??

So what do we have. We have 1 character *deliberately washed out in yellow*. That's deliberately. The light is super bright. Afton has a connection to yellow

We have two gray characters (lady with washed out yellow gray green shoes, Mike being dark black.) And Garrett in a forest in red. Singled out.

And a family living in a forest and kids. In a forest.

You wanna see something else?

Looking that. And then at this.

Here's my theory.

Afton is a struggling business owner maybe living in his partner's shadow (let's go Jack Black for Henry theory). He's a proud guy but he's burdened by either untreated psychosis or like, he's just on the point of unaliving a couple of screaming kids because *he works in a children's restaurant* but he keeps a hold on it.

Enter his family. He's burdened with glorious purpose and dealing with his own shit (drinking drinking) but he has to be the patriarch and he's on a struggle bus and along comes Garrett. Afton loves Garrett. Hell the whole family does and Garrett, the kid singled out, loves Freddy's. Maybe he doesn't love *FREDDY*.

*I WANNA AMEND THIS* Mike loves Freddy's. Mike is the one that breaks out Mike is the one that loves his dad and wants to follow in his footsteps and his dad is just like kid you are an idiot.

But that doesn't excuse the chances that Garrett loves Bonnie I mean

His dad is Bonnie. He knows his daddy is Bonnie. We only see him *react to Freddy*. He's scared of Freddy. Cue Mike's prank. Afton's wife snaps

Mike is removed from the scenario. I am racking my brain as to how any parent could deal with something like the bite period. Idgaf you know it's an accident no parent could be declared competent after that. Like it's completely impossible.

And in his own way Afton loves his kids but one is dead and one was is removed for his safety and Afton learns his kid is possessing febby and then he goes after the kids at his party and buries them in the forest. That they now also haunt.

So here's a dad who was sort of absent and burdened and kinda massively needed therapy and he has 3 tragedies take place at once. His family is broken. He has to put it back together. So he learns about Garrett and he can't let Freddy's go its his son's tomb and he's running his experiments.(also WHY KEEP ALL THE STUFF IN IT. ITS A TOMB). These are kids that tortured his kid and he's not thinking clearly so he lures Mike, the black sheep who was removed from the family but can't escape his legacy.

So who does he get to help him? Who is he doing his work with? Who is taking care of her beloved dad?

Elizabeth.

Maybe it's Vanessa Elizabeth Afton, maybe it's Elizabeth Vanessa Afton but she's in yellow. She knows all the things. She's got flashbacks. Mike is dealing with unimaginable trauma. He hasn't seen his sister since she was small.

It's 2 siblings reuniting and their 3rd being the only one on top of it.

Cue springtrap. Maybe Vanessa bites it too but she's her dad's right hand but he wants his son back too. He is going to do being a dad right this time. Whatever the cost.

#fnaf movie #fnaf #elizabeth afton #vanessa #william afton #michael afton #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #fnaf movie theory #fnaf movie spoilers #mustard guy #orange guy

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