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babiebom · 6 months

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About the NSFW alphabet, let's say... could you do D, H and T for any character you'd like? Think of this as a "free space round". :)

A/N: I decided that I was going to do maybe one character from each….genre(wtf do I call this) well not each so maybe this post will have maybe like 3 or 4 characters? I chose Haley(from stardew bc Abigail was the only bachelorette requested), Montgomery Gator(from Fnaf SB), Bubba (Texas Chainsaw Massacre), and Mary (Dream Daddy).

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet Post Masterlist

Haley

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She daydreams constantly. Like in the middle of brushing her hair, taking photos, talking to people. When she gets that glazed look in her eyes just know she’s daydreaming about getting railed into next week. Does not feel bad for daydreaming either, the person she is talking to should’ve been more interesting. She also tends to incorporate kinks she is curious about in her daydreams to try and predict if she would like it or not. Gets upset when reality isn’t like her daydreams because she spends so much time perfecting what’s happening in her mind that she can’t control in real life.

If asked what she’s thinking about she’d probably say shopping or fashion just because she doesn’t want people to know that she does have those urges. She has an image to maintain.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she is either clean shaven/waxed or she has her hair cut into like a heart or something. It’s a preference for her because she doesn’t like the feeling of pubic hair. Doesn’t think it’s dirty, just doesn’t like it on herself. Her pubic hair is blonde but slightly darker and paler(less saturated? Idk how to explain my thoughts). It isn’t as blonde as the hair on her head and isn’t as shiny. It’s very curly and when she can’t shave she makes sure it’s soft.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Definitely!! I think she has a small box of toys that she uses on herself and will request that you use them on her during sex. Before dating she was much too lazy to go into the city to find someone to hook up with, and the times that she hooked up with Alex she didn’t enjoy half the time so she bought herself toys to use for when she’s pent up. When she starts dating you however she finds that incorporating them into sex is fun and would probably go as far as buying cute toys for both of you to use that she keeps in a separate box.

Montgomery Gator

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Goes back and watches the recordings of things he finds interesting. If your ass looked particularly nice or if you haven’t been around in a while he’ll replay videos of the last time you two had sex or if you did or said something that made his heart soar. He will never admit that sometimes he uses his recordings for dirty and wholesome purposes, he needs everyone to think he’s tough.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Absolutely none he is an animatronic alligator. He is as smooth as metal can be, but I do think of he was a human man his would be cut into a small bush and it would be black like what I think his natural hair color would be.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. The man(gator) lives in a pizzaplex surrounded by workers and children. Would have no way to get toys unless he got it delivered by Amazon for something and theres always a possibility of him getting caught. He might be a bad boy type guy but I don’t think he likes getting in trouble. And I think he would have no need for them. HOWEVER if you’re dating him you have a better chance of sneaking toys in if you want to use them. He might be insecure about you wanting to use them at first but is always willing to help you feel good so he would use them on you.

Bubba Sawyer

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He steals panties. I think he’s in charge of butchering the victims, and a lot of the time he swipes their panties before he gets to work. Seeing how the family reacts to sex and relationships I think this secret is one that he keeps to himself pretty well even though I don’t think he’s good at keeping secrets at all. He keeps the panties in a drawer down in the basement and it’s pretty safe seeing as no one really goes down there for anything except for him.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dude has a freaking jungle on him ngl he doesn’t shave or maintain it at all. He allows it to grow wild on him and unless you say something about how you prefer it he’s going to continue to let it do what it wants. His pubic hair is dark brown, similar to the hair on his head. It’s very curly and rough because he doesn’t groom it very well. Good thing is the hair doesn’t get too long because it breaks off at the ends often.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dude probably doesn’t even know they exist. Like ngl I know he doesn’t get out much to experience ANYTHING and Drayton seems like the type that he wouldn’t allow those things in the house. So Bubba sadly has no toys to use or to use on you, because let’s face it if you’re in a relationship with him there’s no way you got there on your own. Closest thing he’s ever had to a sex toy is like a stuffed animal that he dry jumped against once then felt so bad about it that he trashed it immediately.

Mary Christiansen

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Even though she’s never cheated, she used to fantasize about cheating on Joseph to let him know how it feels even though she doubts he would care. She would just like to see the look on his face when he realizes that like him, she went outside of their marriage to find pleasure. If they end up getting divorce and she ends up with you, she now think about how shitty he must feel knowing that you get her all to yourself and that you can actually treat someone properly. Like you’re just better than he is and that makes her feel as if she’s getting revenge in some way.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like she doesn’t bother with shaving at all. Like she trims it so it doesn’t get too out of control, but she doesn’t make the effort to full on shave the bush off. Doesn’t really care or need to, she’s a grown woman that knows how to manage herself and her hygiene, and after getting used to having hair than not after having kids she is fine with it. I think her pubic hair is dark brown and curly. It’s not too thick at all which makes it easier to manage.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I honestly do not think Joseph would want her to have toys. It would cause him to go into a rant or whatever so she probably only has a vibrator that she hides from him and uses when he’s out of the house. If they do divorce and she ends up in a relationship with you I think she would be happy if you were willing to use them on her, and she would be happy to use them on you. I don’t know if she would buy any more though, maybe if you take her to a toy store.

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riahlynn101 · 7 months

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Whumptober: Day Three - Alterative Prompt: "Betrayal."

I felt bad about how short day three's story was, so here's another one for the alterative prompt: "betrayal." I wrote this in under an hour, so it might be a little messy. I'll edit it either tonight or tomorrow.

Trigger warnings: implied/referenced kidnapping and murder.

Enjoy Abby and Fredbear (*cough Garrett cough*) being cute dorks.

Implied Schmelly (Vanessa x Mike).

Trust, for Mike, is like a double-edged sword.

Trusting people means letting them in. It means letting them see him vulnerable. It means letting them in on how hard he’s struggling, and how close he is to his breaking point.

But it also means having someone to rely on.

He hasn’t had that in a long time.

His mom had been distant following Garrett’s disappearance, and his dad’s death a few months before Abby was born didn’t help matters. But Mike had been determined to set things right. Their family was a mess for years, and he hadn’t wanted his little sister to grow up feeling their misery. Slowly but surely, his mom came out of her shell.

Mike saw her smile for the first time in years, staring down at Abby.

They became closer, too. The distance created between them slowly started to go away. It wasn’t a fast process, but Mike finally had his mom back. After years of anguish and suffering alone in his guilt, he had someone to place his utmost trust in.

And then….

…..she was gone.

Abby is someone he trusts, but she’s a child. And, as a general rule, Mike refuses to share anything too “grown-up” like with her. She’s a child and should be treated as such. He won’t allow her to grow-up so fast.

And that’s not to say he has no friends. He has several….from school (which he graduated from years ago). Mike just hasn’t reached out to them, but he has them (he pushed down the stinging feeling of rejection when, after writing to them about his father’s passing, they never reached out to talk. He had needed them, but apparently they never needed him).

And that’s why, when Vanessa came into his life, he was hesitant on letting her in. But she was persistent above all other things, and someone that seemed to have his best interest at heart.

Abby even seemed to like her - if the picture on their fridge is anything to go on. (Abby is a lot like him, he’s found, in that, she enjoys drawing - a lot. After their mom’s death, she had stopped entirely. So, seeing her draw a picture like that, soothed something deep inside.)

So, it isn’t a surprise when Mike, too, started to like her.

Vanessa understood him in ways no one else ever has. She shared very little about herself, but a lingering sadness seemed to follow her. She reminded him of himself.

Mike found himself telling her all his secrets. He told her about Garrett. About his worries with Abby being taken away. About not being enough.

And she listened to them all, a sympathetic grimace on her face. Her hand would find his, and give it a gentle pat.

He felt like she understood.

Vanessa was his friend.

He had trusted her.

“Why?” He breathes out, voice shaky. She isn’t looking at him, her head bowed. “I trusted you!”

Vanessa looks up at him, eyes watery. “My brother,” she started, “I did it for my brother.”

Mike wants so badly to scream at, to ask why she hadn’t told him about Steve Raglan (or should he say, William Afton).

He feels sick.

So, so sick.

“What?” He asks, because Mike doesn’t think he can say anything else without breaking down.

Vanessa just shakes her head, backing up from the machine he’s currently locked into. The head of one of the animatronics hovers above his face.

His heart breaks for the millionth time in his life.

Mike doesn’t bother to call out to her as she hurries from the parts and services room. It won’t change anything, and they both know that.

He can’t find it within himself to fight.

Mike grits his teeth, grimacing as the machine suddenly starts.

He hopes Abby forgives him. Aunt Jane isn’t the kindest person in the world, but maybe she had been right all along. Maybe Abby would be better off with her.

The mask is inches from his face.

Mike shuts his eyes. There’s no point in watching. He wonders if this is what those poor kids had to go through.

His heart breaks again, for the millionth-and-one time.

The whirring of the machine quiets down.

“Mike!” Abby shouts.

He opens his eyes to see another-more unfamiliar-animatronic standing above him. For one terrible second, Mike thinks his sister is talking to him from the suit. He screams out her name. He can take the heartbreak and betrayal, but if he let his sister down….

“Abby?”

The animatronic-a yellow bear-seems to furrow its eyebrows, equally as confused as him.

“Down here,” she says. He turns his head, sighing in relief when he sees his little sister in one piece.

“Thank god, you’re okay.”

“Fredbear kept me safe,” she tells him, a small smile on her face. “He says he knows you.”

Mike doesn’t know whether to correct that assumption, or play into it. The bear decides for him, reaching forward to help him out of the suit. Its movements are gentle, but Mike can’t help the slight wince whenever it gets too close.

Soon enough, he’s out of the machine, the bottom-half of the Freddy costume lays on the floor behind them.

“Thanks,” he mutters, crossing his arms.

Its one undamaged ear wiggles at his words. “You’re welcome,” it says.

Mike looks at his sister. “Have you seen Vanessa by chance?”

Abby shakes her head. “No, why?”

“She…” Mike trails off. There’s no reason for him to tell Abby about her not being who they thought she was. This is new territory for both of them, but he’s pretty sure this falls under “grown-up stuff.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m just worried about her.”

Abby’s face lights up. “Well, she isn’t here, so I’m sure she’s okay.”

When her back is turned, Fredbear sends him an almost sad look. Like it knows that he’s lying for Abby’s sake.

He ignores it.

“Let’s…go home.” He’ll have to come back another night. The contract he signed lasts five nights (seven if needed by the owner). But both Abby and him need sleep. It had been a long night.

He takes her hand, leading her out of the building. His car is still parked out front. It’s not until Fredbear opens the door to his passenger side that he realizes it has followed him out of the restaurant.

“Not to be rude, but what are you doing?” He asks.

Abby answers for it. “He’s coming home with us. He says he used to live with you.”

“I want to go home,” it says, but it’s voice wavers between the cartoonishly deep voice that he's come to associate with Freddy, and another, smaller one that reminds him of…

“Okay,” Mike murmurs, too exhausted to fight, “but buckle your seatbelt.”

Its ear wiggles, again, and he can see Abby smiling in the rearview mirror.

He pulls the car into reverse.

Tomorrow is another day.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #Alterative prompt: betrayal #tw kidnapping #tw implied murder #mike schmidt #Vanessa Shelly #abby schmidt #fredbear #golden freddy #Garrett Schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years

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Ride the Cyclone Kids Playing FNaF: Help Wanted

bit of an odd topic for headcanons, i know, but after i finished writing today’s fic, instead of, you know, working on those prompts people sent me, i decided to pick up my brother’s VR headset and play some Help Wanted. and while shitting my pants over a video game about robot animals, i thought to myself: how would the Cyclone kids do playing this game?

and so, this post was born.

i don’t care what ANYONE says, Help Wanted is the scariest game in the WHOLE FNaF franchise. you won’t understand until you actually play it with a VR headset. any other version of the game and watching a let’s play just doesn’t hit the same. those animatronics are GIANT.

also this is a slight homage to my FNaF days on this blog, which i will probably return to eventually, just not anytime soon!

without further ado, let’s see how these choir kids hold up ;)

The VR headset belongs to Ricky, but they’re playing at Mischa’s house because there’s more room in his basement

And god knows they’ll need a lot of room

The game is projected onto the TV for everyone else to see

Ocean is literally shitting herself right off the bat, she is SO SCARED

The VR headset already intimidates her, and she doesn’t like that she isn’t able to see what’s going on around her outside of it

(She’s also afraid that she looks stupid with it on)

(She does, but everyone looks stupid wearing a VR headset)

The MOMENT the game loads, and she’s in that title screen area where Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica are looking down at the player, she INSTANTLY SCREAMS

Because again

THEY’RE HUGE

You can’t really tell if you’re watching a video of the game or if you’re playing the non-VR version of it, but those guys are TOWERING OVER YOU

And Ocean is already really short, so like

She’s at an ant’s POV

She turns around, sees Foxy, and screams again

Also you can hear footsteps in the title screen, and when she hears them, she yells, “HELLO?!?!”

The others are cackling because she’s already terrified, and she hasn’t even started the actual game yet

And then she finally DOES start, and her terror turns into something far beyond human levels of fear

Girl is scared for her LIFE

She plays the FNaF 1 mini games because Ricky said those would be the easiest for her

She begs to differ

When Phone Guy calls, she picks up the phone and holds it to her ear like it’s real

She keeps responding to what Phone Guy is saying like they’re having an actual conversation

She does good for about one (1) minute, and then everything goes downhill

She looks to the left, and Bonnie is standing there in the doorway, and poor girl lets out the most genuine, EAR-PIERCING SCREAM

She can’t even close the door because she fell to the ground and attempted to scuttle away 😭

It doesn’t work because, well, the headset is still on

She insists that she can keep playing, and she’s fine, though

Even though she’s trembling so bad you can see her character’s hands shaking in the game 😭

She manages to beat night one, and she gets the Toy Bonnie plush as a prize. She proceeds to hold the virtual stuffed animal to her chest while sobbing

One time Noel poked her from behind to try and get a little spook out of her. It did more than spook her. She thought her life was about to END. Her heart literally STOPPED BEATING.

To sum it up, THIS is basically how she is while playing. Screaming. Constantly.

Noel is also scared, but he’s acting like he isn’t to one-up Ocean, who’s still traumatized from her turn

In the first game mode, Mischa convinces him to look out of the office and into the hallway

For all my FNaF fans out there, y’all know what’s up

It’s the oldest trick in the book

Foxy comes sprinting down the hall at him, and his life flashes before his eyes

He decides to stop playing for a minute and take a moment to contain himself

When he’s ready to try again, he decides to play the FNaF 4 mini game first

He won’t stop commenting about how weird-looking the room is

Every time an animatronic appears on the bed, he stares at it for a second, and then finally reacts by screaming

“So I’m listening for foot…AAAAHEGA”

He just starts making an assortment of incomprehensible noises as he gets scared

“CLOSE TH— CLOSE THE DOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGG”

Mischa is the reason why wrist straps exist on controllers

He would have thrown the controllers as a defense mechanism the first time he’s jumpscared

He’s having so much fun, though

Whenever he gets scared, he starts shouting and cussing in Ukrainian

Tries to square up with the animatronics Several Times

Whenever he gets jumpscared, he just starts SWINGING

Ricky knows the ins and outs of this game, so he’s mainly just watching his friends get scared

He still plays, though!

My man is a GOD at it, compared to the others

Penny is out here having the time of her life

THIS IS SO FUN

She gets scared, yes, but she always ends up laughing after she screams

In the room where you select the game you want to play, she gets DOWN ON THE GROUND and starts making her character eat the candy off the floor, all while making chewing noises and talking about how good it tastes

And the others are just watching her do this from the couch 😭

She also keeps throwing shit at Glitchtrap because she thinks it’s funny

Anything that she can grab in the games, she’s throwing

Every single time she beats a game, she eats the prize she gets

Mischa, while Penny’s playing the vent repair with Ennard: Ricky says you can eat the gears

Penny: OH HELL YEAH

And then she eats the gears

Constance is terrified, but GOD, she’s having so much fun

She’s not quite on the level of fear Ocean was at, but she won’t try to act brave

This game is scary!

She decides to try to repair Bonnie, and the MOMENT the game mode loads in, her heart drops into her stomach

Because this dude is MASSIVE

She starts talking to the game to try and quell her fear

“Woah, dude! Personal space! Back up a little!”

Game: Remove Bonnie’s left eye.

Constance: My left or his left?

Game:

Constance: MY LEFT OR HIS LEFT?!

(It’s his left, for anyone who’s wondering)

She has to go on her tippy to even reach Bonnie’s eyes 😭

During the Foxy repair, she’s doing really good, and then looks away right as the game says not to take your eyes off of Foxy

She looks back

Foxy is gone

She drops the screwdriver she was holding in astonishment

And then tries to use the Foxy plush as a cross when Foxy sprints at her

#GOD this game is so fun #i might do more headcanons with certain video games but it all depends #and it would only be video games i’ve played #sorry about the lack of hcs for ricky playing! it was already a tight concept and i had a hard time coming up with stuff for him #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc headcanons #rtc #ride the cyclone #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #penny lamb #jane doe #constance blackwood

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theduckofindeed · 4 months

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An Overly Long Rant Concerning Sun from FNAF: HW2

I don’t normally do these kinds of rants, but I wanted to get something very silly and unimportant off my chest. When I found out that Sun was going to be in Help Wanted 2, I was both super excited to see more of my favorite boy and nervous that they would make some…undesirable changes to him. I mean, I already knew Moon was going to be in the game, and I wasn’t concerned too much about him, as he’s already aggressive. And then there’s Sun. He has a whole minigame dedicated to him. And I know how these minigames end if you get a game over. So what…are we finally going to get an actually fatal jumpscare from Sun? Is my dear, sweet ball of sunshine going to finally outright murder someone when he’s remained one of the only animatronics in the series that never kills you?

Well, in Sun’s jumpscare, he has red eyes, so maybe Moon’s starting to take over at this point? I dunno…even Glamrock Freddy kills you, and I still love him, so maybe that’s fine. Plus, one of his quotes implies he remembers you, so canonically, I guess you can lose the game and not die. Anway, what bothers me the most is Sun’s personality. I just feel like something is…off about him, y’know.

Most people like that Sun has become more sassy, but I seem to be one of the few people who isn’t too fond of the changes they made to his personality. I want to make it clear that I don’t have a problem with Sun having depth. In fact, I prefer it that way. It’s just that a lot of Sun’s appeal to me was that he was sweet and kind. He just struggled with anxiety and could get a bit crabby when people don’t follow the rules. That’s not a flat “perfect angel that can do no wrong” type of character. It’s just a character with a good heart and good intentions who also has flaws. Moody and sassy is one thing. In fact, a lot of this new side of Sun’s personality matches my headcanon for him fairly well.

I mean, I’ve always felt that Sun was the type to give someone the silent treatment if he was especially mad at them. It would probably be short-lived, but I don’t think he’s exactly above being childish and grumpy, like a normally well-behaved kid who’s had a particularly bad day.

In HW2, Sun getting aggravated when you do a bad job or purposely mess with him makes sense. That fits the Sun we already knew. As an example, he gets very aggravated at Cassie if she reaches him in Ruin without turning on even a single generator, saying, “No, turn ON the generators! Why aren’t you listening?” (Not to mention an even more obvious example…angrily banning Gregory from the Daycare, an action I have always strongly defended.) He clearly doesn’t like when his instructions are ignored, which makes sense for someone who needs to keep naughty kids in check. I mean, of course he’s going to get pretty ticked if he tells a kid not to eat glitter glue, and they do it anyway, just like a parent would get angry at a child for running into the street after being warned a million times not to do so. It’s his job to keep the kids safe, so if someone is thwarting his efforts to do his job properly, he’s going to get mad, both because he cares about the kids and because it reflects poorly on him. (Plus, he has the added stress of possibly getting decommissioned if he does a bad job, but the implications of that don’t fit with the scope of this post, so...)

I’m also okay with Sun telling you to go away, both in his sad little song in Ruin and in HW2 because he’s depressed and just wants to be left alone. Again, that doesn’t make Sun a bad person. Some people just don’t want to be bothered if they’re upset or in a bad mood. And a little bit of rudeness is understandable under certain circumstances, and I’d say Sun’s situation, where he’s fighting with a second, very aggressive personality that has full control when the lights are out, makes this behavior very justified.

And sure, I can understand that Sun might be more rude and impatient with staff (though he calls you a “bad kid”, which seems odd as you shouldn’t be a kid, plus I don’t see Sun yelling at the kids and calling them “bad” like that). I like to think that Sun is sweet and (mostly) patient with the kids (the ones who don’t really push his buttons). Nevertheless, while some of his dialogue can be dismissed as being annoyed at a grown adult for messing up or doing dumb things that an adult shouldn’t be doing, I can’t get over the fact that some of his comments feel outright…

Mean. Yes, mean. I’m okay with Sun being moody, childish, and easily irritated when he’s being ignored or mistreated. But I never, not in a million years, ever thought that “meanness” would be a trait I’d ever associate with Sun. But that’s seriously how he came across when he tells you that your art is “bad”, or it “stinks”, or how it makes him “feel dumber” just by looking at it. That just feels totally uncalled for. Or his random little line at the beginning of Moon’s carousel level (dude, stop hogging the spotlight; Moon deserves some love, too) where he says that, if it was up to him, he would have fixed the carousel by now. I know that’s certainly not the worst thing for someone to say. It just felt totally unprovoked and out of nowhere. I mean, you had just started the minigame at this point. Where was Sun’s crappy attitude even coming from?

He’s also rather pretentious in this game, as well, another new trait I'm not too fond of. I don’t think Sun has to be super humble or even self-deprecating, but this level of arrogance seems more befitting of Roxy or Monty, not Sun.

Maybe I’m nitpicking over a few lines of dialogue when the majority of it doesn’t even contradict the Sun I’ve already had in my head. It’s just that those certain lines of dialogue feel so very out of character and make Sun look like a mean-spirited, cold-hearted creep when the Sun I thought I knew was sweet and kindhearted and gentle. (It would be like Glamrock Freddy getting really mean out of nowhere for 10% of his dialogue. It would be really confusing and jarring!) I mean, I sure hope he never says any of those things to the kids! He’d make them cry!

Sun was just my little ray of sunshine. Even in my headcanon, he was definitely not a perfect angel. (If you’re interested in a little bit of insight into a fan fic I’m writing, please check out another post I’m writing soon.) And considering some stuff I’ve been going through in recent months, I really needed a sweetheart like him in my life, even if he’s fictitious. Now it feels like I’m seeing a decidedly ugly new side of a close friend, making me question who this person was this whole time.

I just read another post that I reblogged where someone was concerned that we’d lose the softer, sweeter Sun that many of us had grown to love. I had the very same fear. Just before, I scrolled through countless pieces of new fan art where Sun is being unkind to children over their mediocre art skills. I know people are just interested in this new side of Sun that we’ve never seen before, but I hope sweet Sun isn’t going away.

This is why I was concerned about Sun’s inclusion in HW2. Before, we had just a small insight into his character, leaving plenty of room for interpretation. Now, I feel like his personality is becoming more set in stone, and soon enough, there won’t be any wiggle room left to fill in the gaps unless someone wants to outright ignore canon. Sure, I can write Sun any way I want, but I prefer him to be as accurate as possible to the games, and now I no longer like canon-Sun as much as I used to.

On a more positive note, a lot of Sun’s new dialogue is very funny, and Kellen Goff delivers them perfectly! I love his adorable giggles and I'm particularly fond of the lines related to you getting ulcers and indigestion from eating the supplies. I'm also happy that Sun stands up for himself when you mess with him. It's good to see he doesn't let people take advantage of him. I guess I just find it so weird that Sun is surprisingly polite (even if clearly annoyed) when you're purposely bring a jerk to him, and then he gets randomly mean when you simply paint a picture wrong. Seriously, did someone else write this portion of the dialogue?

Okay, the way I see it, my Sun’s still a good boy. He’s just not as oblivious as we all were led to believe, as he’s probably more than aware of how crappy adults can be and deeply dislikes them. I'm just going to believe that he was having a bad day in HW2 and leave it at that. Because I really want to believe that Sun is genuinely a friendly and sweet guy who loves the kids and just can’t stand adults. I mean, his little sad song in Ruin definitely implies that he misses the Daycare and doing arts and crafts with the kids. He himself has clearly drawn a bunch of pictures in glitter glue (I just don’t see those being Moon’s) and has kids’ drawings hanging up in their room. That doesn't sound like someone who hates working with kids or who would look upon a child's drawing, no matter how bad it is, with disdain.

TLDR: Most people prefer Sun’s new sassy personality in Help Wanted 2. I just felt like he came across as mean, and I don’t feel like it matched his personality in Security Breach and Ruin. I know Sun can be anxious, childish, and bad-tempered. I don’t expect him to be a perfect angel. I just don’t like how mean he can be in HW2, especially when it feels unprovoked.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf help wanted 2 #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant

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afoxdoeswrite · 6 months

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I just got out of watching the Five Nights at Freddy's movie a couple hours ago. Here's some thoughts.

They're under this cut because obviously, a lot of spoilers.

On the FNaF movie;

It’s sure a movie. It didn’t need to be FNaF.

Let me preface this with some context; I’m fond of FNaF. I wasn’t in much of the big early craze. In fact I don’t think I really got into things until like, 2017, so coming up to the end of the early games. But I’m very fond of it. I love the lore, it’s a tangled disaster and everything about it is a mess. But I like that there’s plot holes everywhere to poke into, and that there’s about six different arguments for so many different things, and generally I like it because it’s a mess.

I’m admittedly not super up to date on the books and their lore, but that’s because I don’t have the free time to buy that many books and also read them. I’ve been working on that, mostly through things like the various wikis. I’d definitely not call myself up to date on the level that the Youtube lore video makers are, but I’m comfortably aware of a decent amount of things.

So with that in mind, the movie.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s a decent movie. It’s not great.

Which is admittedly a problem when it’s had a development time of like five years or something? But hey.

The problem comes from the fact that it’s not really horror. At least. Not Five Nights at Freddy’s horror. It seems in some ways to bill itself more as a mystery- except, it’s a FNaF movie. If you know anything about FNaF, you can probably guess the ‘plot twist’ within the first few minutes of the mystery coming up. You could honestly remove all the FNaF elements and replace it with a Chuck E. Cheese, or some other Legally Distinct Restaurant With Robots, and get the same sort of energy.

Is it creepy? Sure. They do the atmosphere for the Pizza Place great, honestly. The tension is pretty good. And sure, I’ll let it slide that it is horror in that. The tension is good, there’s a creeping sense of not knowing what’s around the corners, the sense of being hunted. It’s good.

It didn’t need to be FNaF. It really, truly didn’t.

Let me explain.

The core of FNaF, the beating heart of it, is that it’s a survival horror where you’re locked in a room. You can’t see what’s coming for the majority of the game; you click the lights on your doors to see if they’re right outside, but that only works for two of the four. For the other two- Freddy and Foxy- as well as for tracking both Bonnie and Chica around the building, you have the cameras! It’s FNaF’s big mechanic for the first three games, and even the later ones have something similar to that.

The movie doesn’t use that.

(This is admittedly also my problem with Security Breach, but that’s a talk for another time.)

If the movie had given me Mike Schmidt, stuck in his office at the restaurant, being hunted by animatronics and having to defend the room, I’d’ve been happy. Sure, maybe it’s a little hard to make that a full movie. But there’s nothing to say he couldn’t also leave the room. Mix it up, use the cameras to keep track of things, make Mike too afraid to leave that safe place at first, but then make it so it’s either run or die, and then make things more mobile. Keep the cameras somehow; they’re linked to a tablet in the games, maybe use that.

But instead the movie gives us the FNaF office setting as a background to the family drama going on outside. It’s used as a place for Mike to have a job, and a place for him to talk to the ghosts while obsessing over finding out who took his brother.

And there’s another thing. The family drama frontline is also pretty meh. It’s used to push why Mike needs a job so much, why he takes the Freddy’s job even though it’s utter crap. But it’s basically dropped half way through the movie into a sub plot, and then isn’t resolved. The aunt just disappears. It’s sort of implied that she’s killed- which opens up another host of issues but Hey-, the people the aunt was using are all killed half way through and only used for some shock horror in the final climax of the film, and those guys are where a solid amount of the horror even comes from, with their invasion of Freddy’s and the following hunt.

If they’d taken that hunt into the rest of the film, that’d be great.

Continuing back, the plot with Abby is also… a bit flat. She’s got an imaginary friend! Neat! Mike has to take her to Freddy’s for work and she makes friends with the ghosts in the robots! Also neat!

The ending is boring. It’s dramatic, it’s tense. It’s boring. And honestly, my reasons why is entirely tied up with my next point;

William. Freaking. Afton.

This is about to get a bit non-chronological with the movie plot.

Now admittedly, in the setting of the movie, his entire existence isn’t nearly as groan-inducing as it is in the games. Especially the later games.

(My opinions on Security Breach continue to appear.)

But he is criminally misused in this movie. He’s why Mike’s brother disappeared, and so was likely killed. Yeah ok that’s fair. I don’t believe that’s how Afton has ever been presented as working like that in the games, but sure. I’ll take it.

Afton is able to control the animatronics? Sure…? I mean he kinda does that at one point, if you want to take the FNaF 3 post-night games as that. The Shadow Freddy in those minigames isn’t exactly Afton’s style at all, I’ve always assumed it to be some other ghost and I think a lot of people agree with that, but hey. We can work with that.

Afton appears in the last like, ten minutes or so of the movie, he rants for a bit, and is dragged off by the bots. He gets springlocked. He’s shut in one of the back rooms, presumably to meet his FNaF 3 ending cutscene fate of being stuck back there to rot. He’s hinted at before then, but the main villain of literally the entire series isn’t used.

And then there’s the Vanessa stuff.

Ok I would first like to point out; Vanessa introduces herself as Vanessa Shelly. Could this be a fake name? Sure. Or maybe she changed her name. But that would not be necessary at all. Vanessa in the games is Vanessa A., no last name given. The fandom is happily divided on if she’s an Afton or not. It’s right up there with the Vanny/Vanessa arguments. The point stands is that the movie nicely sets up that this isn’t the same Vanessa as Vanessa the Pizzaplex Security Guard.

My friend I tell you, when I say I groaned aloud when the whole ‘he’s my father’ line came up? I groaned. My soul left my body. We had to pause watching because the others in the room were laughing so hard at my reaction that no-one could hear anything.

I am so tired of this, man. I know some of this comes from having dealt with the last decade of franchise and the endless nightmare that is FNaF 6’s nice fairly neat ending followed by Ultimate Custom Night and Help Wanted and Security Breach.

(And Ruin. But Ruin is slightly less awful for this.

Barely.

Rant for another time.)

But I am so tired of William Afton being connected to everyone. Movie team. We have three canon children for Afton already. I understand if you didn’t want to poke the game lore snake with that stick. But you also didn’t need to do this.

I will admit. Do I know how they would have done the William Afton Info Dump- sorry, Dramatic Reveal- without Vanessa The Convenient Daughter? No. Were there options? Certainly. Hell. You have the ghosts of his victims wandering around. Remove the ‘Afton is controlling them’ bit. Have the kid tell Mike who this guy is.

In the games it’s implied Afton is actually arrested for the murders, but let go due to lack of evidence. You could use that too! Have Mike find out about the murders from Vanessa, like he does, have him go home and do some research, and find out about this William Afton guy who was taken in and let go. If you want to keep your dramatic family should-be-a-B-plot, that can be when Mike starts to think that maybe it was this same guy that took Garrett; link the fact that the ghosts of the Freddy’s kids keep appearing in his dream about his brother, and there you go.

Or tie it to Abby’s drawing thing. He sees the drawing, finds out the kids told her about Garrett, puts it together that maybe this Afton guy who was accused of potentially killing the kids at Freddy’s is also linked to what happened to Garrett, and that’s why they keep showing up in his dream. Ta-da, no need for Vanessa to be Afton’s kid.

Is it a perfect change? God no. But the movie isn’t perfect either by any means, so I don’t see why that should be a complaint.

But going forward.

The ending wasn’t bad, I’ll give the movie that. It’s not. Grand. I will admit that I did not think that we needed that whole Afton Face Reveal moment that we got. It’s kind of pitiful. And the drawings thing being how they break the control is also pretty meh. Nicely foreshadowed, but meh. If you take out the Afton control thing, then you don’t need that. Or alternatively, maybe the bots are listening to Afton-in-the-Springsuit because… it’s a springsuit. It’s canon to FNaF 2 that they can’t tell a bot from a human just using a mask, so why would a suit be different? They just think it’s another bot, so they listen.

Reveal that the Spring Bonnie isn’t just another suit but is a person by just. Damaging it, or something? Vanessa shoots him in the movie, use that fact. Use the taser and have that set the springlocks off. Something that reveals that it’s a person in there.

You can also do the whole ‘remove the mask’ that the movie did. Which by the way; boring! Again! While I was watching it is genuinely took me minutes to register ‘hey. That was the job centre guy, right?’

That’s bad.

That’s also unnecessary.

Afton’s whole thing was that he was a faceless killer. He wore the suit and mask and hid who he was. He didn’t need to be linked into the job centre guy at all. This is honestly similar to my situation with the ‘Vanessa’s his kid’ thing, really. We didn’t need that. It wasn’t necessary. Afton didn’t need to be anyone important in their lives. That’s half the point of Afton. He’s a serial murderer, and most of his on-purpose crimes are people he has no relationship to other than ‘worked in the building’. There wasn’t a need to bring this silly little loop of ‘Afton was the job centre guy and he specifically got Mike hired here so he could kill him!’ into things.

But hey. It’s Five Nights At Freddy’s. It’s not like unnecessary plot loops is a new thing here.

Either way. I don't think the ending was bad. I just think, much like a lot of everything else, it was just sort of boring and a bit full of things that weren't totally necessary.

Is there more I could say? Probably. If I felt like rewatching the movie again and picking it apart minute by minute for all the Bad Things, I could do that. I don’t want to. I’ve watched it, now.

I came out of this movie with the opinion that it wasn’t bad, and I stand by that. As a movie, it was acceptable. If you don’t really care about FNaF and the lore, and just want something to kind of brainlessly watch for a bit of a spook and some gore… yeah, it pulls that off alright.

But it’s a FNaF movie. I came here for FNaF. Maybe it was for the lore, to see how they tied things together. Maybe it was just for some spooky jumpscares. Maybe it was for a tense, survive the night action with a mix of defending the room and running for his life. But I came here for Five Nights at Freddy’s, and what I got was a movie that could be reskinned with any generic animatronic pizza place company and still stand on its own.

That is not a good thing.

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie review #fnaf movie spoilers #i had rather a lot of thoughts coming out of this movie #so here's a good amount of them all gathered up

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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The amusement park ask got me thinking what if they all went to the haunted house? 🤔

Wednesday would be having the time of her life seeing everyone scared and instead of the one being scared, she is scaring the actors. Gal will stand there and glare at the actors to the point they’re backing up out of fear. She’ll even go as far as to split up from the group only to appear behind, in front of, or beside them. Not saying a word. Or, she’ll follow the group while they’re trying to find her, tap their shoulder, only to disappear when they turn around

Birb is trying to be fearless, “Psshh that wasn’t even scary 💪😤” meanwhile her wings are ruffled, crying, hyperventilating, shaking, and clinging to one of the gfs for support. Despite her fear, if she sees one of the gfs scared, she’ll start throwing hands with the actor, animatronics, or room for scaring the girlfriends.

Phoebe isn’t bothered at all. She isn’t scared but she isn’t necessarily calm. She’s just “meh 😐”. Like, that girl already witnessed people get killed and looked at it like it was nothing, so I’m sure a haunted house won’t do much.

Tara is scared SHITLESS and that bitch does NOT try to hide it. I mean, people dressed up in costumes? There’s bound to be a Ghostface and you know damn well Tara’s clinging to someone for dear life.

Camila DARES them to try and scare her. She doesn’t get scared but if she does, she either does one of two things. 1) yells at them in Spanish (2) throws hands.. or both

Lorraine, surprisingly, doesn’t get scared at the actors. She gets scared at the animatronics and the rooms. She could see a room with blood on the walls, chained bodies, dismembered bodies, chains, and poor girl will go into a panic attack (because of the flashbacks to the basement scene) [the girlfriends obviously help her instantly]

Vada is having the time of her life. She LIVES of the adrenaline rush. It makes her feel so high. To make the experience better, she gets high before going JUST so she can enjoy it more. That little bastard tries to have sex with one of the girlfriends because “you only live once”

🫐

Listen, they're all AWFUL at a haunted house, especially when Wednesday decides that she, too, wants to be the haunted house. Sweet Birb is just trying to stand in between everyone and the threat with wings out like some sort of barrier (bless their little heart). Most of them have that fight instinct (because lowkey picture them all having gone through what actually happened in their movies/shows) so they are ready to swing at all times

Which is exactly what gets them banned from every haunted house they go to because "can you please not injure our performers, this is their job" and everyone realises "you know what... maybe we shouldn't do anymore haunted houses. We live with Wednesday, I think we experience it enough on a daily basis"

#multiverse birb #🫐

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You mention that Eddy and Stede met each other when they're both ready to make a leap. What would have happened if THEY'D met at a different point in time? Like, what if it had been Eddy that Stede and Mary had met in the Brat Pack timeline instead of Izzy and Faith? Do you think they'd still have gotten together and been happy together, or would it have been a case of right person wrong time?

(ok, so the honest answer is that I think Eddy wouldn’t even notice Stede if they met earlier and Stede would’ve been too afraid to talk to her. BUT. I have wanted to imagine them meeting earlier so much! in fact Stede talks about it several times and they have both fantasized about what that would be like in the canon of the verse, so fuck honesty, here is what I would hope them meeting as teens would be like. Please have this bulleted AU, you all know the drill by now. Let’s call this one...Hello Young Lovers)

-Stede is home for the holidays. He’s almost done with boarding school and he has a college acceptance in hand. No one else is home. His father and stepmother are away and for the first time in years, he’s alone in a good way. At first he doesn’t plan to leave the house. He’ll just hang out, eat what he wants, watch what he wants and live without scrutiny. But after a few days, boredom sets in and also curiosity. With a pounding heart, he buys a train ticket and goes into the city all on his own with the idea that he might go see a show.

-Eddy has no jobs lined up for the week. She’s brand new to Hornigold’s collection (still two years from any potential collision with Izzy) and the beard is only the first promise of stubble. There’s money burning in her pocket, but no one to spend it on. Mom is gone, recently enough that it's a bleeding wound. The guys are all fine, but the crowbar incident was too recent for anyone to relax around him. Maybe Jack, but he’s on a job.

-Eddy spots a blond guy, probably about their age. He’s looking at a light display in the window, clearly enjoying the motorized holiday fair that they’ve got going on. He looks rich, nice clothes, big warm jacket. Old instincts make Eddy’s fingers itch, but they know better than to try it. Hornigold had been very explicit about what happened to idiots who got picked up for petty crimes. Still, they edge in close. Maybe if they were really subtle.

-Stede notices a trim person with dark facial hair and lovely dark eyes looking over the same display.

“Isn’t it something?” He asked, delighted that someone else noticed. “Someone put a lot of work into this.”

“Oh, yeah...it’s nice,” Eddy fumbled. “Like the...sparkly bits.”

“Me too,” Stede sighs. “The detail is incredible. Look at that little couple dancing by the tree.”

There was a small animatronic now that he pointed it out and Eddy leaned in to observe it.

“Sorry to ask a silly question, but am I even within a mile of the theater district?” Stede asks, a little sheepishly. “I got distracted and now I’m really turned around.”

-Eddy doesn’t give directions to tourists, but maybe if they help out this rich kid, they’ll want to say thanks. Eddy could think of a lot of ways Stede can thank her and all of them are appealing.

-They walk and walk and Stede just...keeps talking and noticing things and Eddy doesn’t mean to be charmed or interested. Stede acts like they’re getting away with something just going for a simple walk. At one point, he ducks into a cafe and comes out with hot chocolate for the both of them. Eddy hasn’t had hot chocolate in ages and it’s better than she remembers. They exchanged names, ideas and jokes. Stede is impressed that Eddy already has a job, a profession even if he doesn’t seem to quite understand what it is. Eddy likes the way Stede talks.

-Stede talks Eddy into coming to see the show with him. It’s a play and they get kicked out before intermission because they’re giggling at how stiff it all is. Then Stede offers dinner because he takes the blame for getting them kicked out. They eat huge bowls of pasta with meatballs the size of Eddy’s fist and both get enormous slices of cake.

-Stede should go home, but Eddy cajoles him into coming back to their little apartment. She only has a bed, no couch yet or chairs, so they sit on the bed and drink the six pack of lukewarm beer Eddy had left on the counter by accident. Stede’s never had more than few sips of wine before and it goes to his head. He leans in closer and he doesn’t pull away when Eddy touches his hand or elbow to underline a point.

“So that’s why I wound up failing math,” Stede shrugged. “But I think I won in the end.”

“Yeah, mate, sure,” Eddy smiled at him. “Bet you win more than lose in the end.”

“Not historically,” Stede sighed. “What about you?”

“Oh I’m a winner,” Eddy said solemnly. “Stick with me and who knows where you’ll wind up?”

“It sounds more fun than where I’m going,” Stede’s smile came back. His lips were very pink and his teeth were very white. Eddy wanted to make a mess of his hair. Of his clothes. Of whatever starch someone had tried to put in his soul.

“You wanna make out?” Eddy blurted.

“What?” Stede’s eyes went wide. “Oh no, I-”

“Fuck, okay then,” Eddy laughed, ready to play it off as a joke. “I meant-”

“Wait,” Stede took a deep breath, gave her a long probing look. He was clearly scared out of his mind, but that didn’t stop him from saying, “I’m probably not very good. I haven’t really done anything with anyone and I don’t think I-”

Eddy didn’t wait for him to finish. He wasn’t any good really, but he had a lot of enthusiasm. He was appreciative of Eddy’s tattoos once their shirts were off and despite his nerves, he didn’t stop once as they plowed through making out straight into sex.

-Stede curled up against Eddy’s side after, tentative, but soft as he stroked a hand down Eddy’s arm.

-Eddy let’s him stay. Wants him to stay. Maybe asks him, so quietly that it seems impossible that Stede could’ve heard, but he does. They share Eddy’s blanket and despite the chill outside, they’re warm there together.

-The morning should’ve been an end to it. But Stede didn’t know the rules apparently and Eddy wasn’t sure she cared. When he wrote his number down and asked for hers, she gave it to him. What did it matter? He’d never call.

-He called that night. And the next. They talked for hours about nothing. Then Eddy got called to a job, no warning and they were gone for days, doing boring shit even. When they got home, their voicemail was full, messages from Stede that got shorter and shorter until a last ‘I’m going back to school in a few days. So...goodbye, I guess.”

-Eddy has ways of finding people. She drives to the stupidly large house in the creepily all the same neighborhood. It takes her a second to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell.

-Stede answers the door and when he sees her, he lights up like the animatronics he’d admired so much when they first met. He pulls them into the house, not bothering to ask them a thing and Eddy goes with him, giddy with relief. His bedroom isn’t Stede-like at all, just plain and sensible and neat. Only hints of him in the books piled into the bookcase and tiny wooden ship tucked in beside them.

-”I just have the last semester,” he explained when they’d worn themselves out. Eddy sat naked in the middle of his enormous bed and Stede lay across it at her feet. “And then I’ll be free.”

“Why not be free now?” She challenged. “Run off with me.”

“Sounds nice,” he sighed. “But it’s not so simple.”

“It should be.”

It isn’t. Stede does have to go. They spend three days in the huge empty house and then a car comes for him. Eddy waits with him on the lawn for it. She has his address at school in her pocket and her hand on the small of his back. Stede doesn’t dare kiss her here, in the open of this suffocating neighborhood. But he does turn to her, and say without any hesitation, “I love you. Write me, okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddy said roughly. “I will.”

He doesn’t love her. If she thinks that’s true than she’ll go mad with it. And she won’t write him. This’ll die as it should’ve days ago.

-She hadn’t reckoned on Stede writing her. Long letters, rambling and disconnected, but also full of things that he wants them to know. He draws stick figure illustrations in the margins and ends each letter with ‘Love, Stede’.

-Eddy writes back because the letters are the most interesting thing she has. She writes back because if she doesn’t he’ll stop and then what? Her letters are far shorter, terse and lacking entirely in real information. That doesn’t stop Stede for thanking them for each one, for acknowledging what she said.

-Summer brings him home, but he doesn’t do more than stop at his sterile house. He comes to her as soon as he can wiggle away and he brings with him the sun. All the light in Eddy’s world arrives at one time. Stede moves himself in and there are pretty curtains on her windows, extra blankets and pillows on her bed. Stede feathers their nest so quickly and completely that she can barely remember how it used to look within a few days.

-”I’m going to school here.” He told her on the first night of his return. “Dad’ll probably cut me off, but I figured out how to funnel out some money into a personal account. Well. One of the other boy’s said how he did it and I copied them.”

“You did what?” Eddy sat down hard.

“I’m not under any illusion that I can make real money for some time, but I won’t be a burden on you,” Stede shrugged. “He won’t miss it, it’s from one of his less legal accounts. He doesn’t think I’m clever enough to steal. It will get me through school at least.”

Eddy had never been so hot for someone in her entire short life.

-Hornigold gets wind that Eddy’s got someone, but lots of the guys do and no one really asks. Stede doesn’t meet their work friends. Stede eeks out a few friends at college, including a very nice girl named Mary, who thinks Eddy is hysterical and has no issue treating everyone to fancy meals on her parent’s credit cards.

-It should fall apart. Eddy expects it to. Work takes them away from Stede regularly. She comes back battered and bruised. He just kisses them. Tucks them into bed. Their dark moods sweep in and Stede offers them treats and leaves them alone if they ask for it. Stede doesn’t really understand the world, makes ridiculous mistakes and Eddy tries to be annoyed, furious even, but instead she just teaches him and he learns without complaint.

-They tell him that they love him over breakfast because he gives them the rest of the bacon and that is the last drop that spills the water over the rim of the glass of their heart.

"I love you," they say with all the sincerity they can which granted, isn't much.

Stede cries. Which is ridiculous and horrible and then he pulls them into his lap and buries his face in their hair. Maybe Eddy cries too. No one can prove anything, with the way their face was turned.

-Stede finishes college in three years, studying like a demon and determined. He’s not really cut out for the life his father set out for him, and loving beautiful things is no way to make a living. Or so Eddy assumed, prepared to be the main breadwinner for the rest of whatever they were doing lasted.

Instead, Stede worms his way into a fashion startup. He’s got bold ideas and while his business sense is questionable, it’s better than any of his colleagues. The ruthlessness that was always in him, sharpened with years of living with Eddy catapults him forward. He brings home good money. Then fucking great money.

-They move. They get a good place with a view of the river. Eddy spends a lot of time looking out that window. Going to work fills her with dread. She wants to stay here in the velvet and silk world Stede has made for them.

“Ok, then don’t,” Stede said unconcerned. “Do something else.”

“Don’t know how to be anything else.”

“Don’t say that, you’re wonderfully decorative,” he teased. “And you’re clever and quick. You could be whatever you wanted.”

“I know I could,” she realized. “I can do whatever.”

Which is too many choices. Too many things. She’s drinking with Izzy one night, fucking annoying asshole, but he’s less annoying than the rest of them. He’s clearly into her, but she’s never even thought to give him the time of day. But wisdom comes from strange sources. They've just put an end to a fucking awful job using a combination of shooting and some excellent, if slapdash, sleuthing.

“You know, we would make better detectives than the fucking cops.”

Eddy stared at him. Izzy stared back.

“Yeah. We really fucking would.”

After some debate, she takes Izzy with her when she goes. He comes along like packed luggage and proves himself so useful that she never lives to regret it. Being away from Hornigold does them both a lot of good. Izzy stops acting like someone’s going to stab him the neck if he says please and thank you so that’s nice. Stede is so grateful that Eddy’s happier that he starts a one-man friendship assault on the poor weirdo.

“Make him stop,” Izzy begged, but Eddy just laughed. Eventually, Stede’s persistence won out, as it often did, and Izzy would instead call Stede to ask him to make Eddy stop whatever annoying bullshit she was on that week. It didn't work, but the complaining seemed to help him.

-She came out ten years earlier. It’s easy to figure out who she is when she’s drowning in Stede’s creations and boundless affection. It's easy as breathing and hard as hell, but they come out the other side lighter.

-Stede proposes in front of the store where they first met. It’s even snowing a little, like the weather itself got its shit together for it.

-Their wedding is small, but lovely. Just a few friends. Eddy won’t wear white, so Stede does, pleased to put her in a black wedding dress. Mary designs their invitations. Izzy organizes the reception like it’s a military operation.

-They do great things. They have world enough and time.

#leda house and the kraken verse #hello young lovers

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b4rredteeth · 11 months

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TASK #2

BHASKAR PUNIT CHANDA

I : THE LOVERS' MASK

A TALE CALLED THE MOON'S ANGUISH THAT HAS CIRCULATED ANCHORAGE FOR THE PAST SEVERAL DECADES HAS PROMPTED SOME YOUNG LOVERS TO EXCHANGE MASKS AS A PROMISE OF DEVOTION. WHAT DESIGN WOULD MUSE THEORETICALLY THINK FITS THEM ( LOOK BACK TO REVENGE OF KRAMPUS FOR REFERENCE, #ANCHORTASK01 ON OUR SERVER ) ?

This one.

SOME MIGHT CONSIDER THEM LEADING A DOUBLE LIFE IF THEY KNEW ABOUT ...

What double life? Benny lives honesty and doesn’t make a secret of anything he does. Except maybe his drug dealing towards law enforcement.

WHAT WOULD BE THEIR OWN DEAL BREAKER IN A RELATIONSHIP ?

Cowardice. Say it like it is or fuck off.

WOULD THEY DIE FOR LOVE OR KILL FOR MONEY ?

Despite what he might give off, the image he tries to convey to the outside world: Benny would do neither.

THEY ONLY HAVE ENOUGH CHANGE FOR ONE CALL AT THE PHONEBOOTH, & SOMEONE WITH GLARING RED EYES & A SPATULA IS STANDING ACROSS THE STREET. WHO WILL THEY CALL ?

… probably the only phone number he still knows by heart: his parents.

II : THE ZEIGEIST OF THE '90S

THEIR FAVOURITE SLASHER FILM IS ( IF APPLICABLE ) …

Scream.

IN THEIR FREE TIME, THEY ENJOY GOING OUT AND ...

Go dancing, drinking, and finding someone to take home.

A FASHION FAD OF THE TIMES THEY ADORE THAT THEIR FRIENDS WOULD DESPISE IS …

Adidas. Anything Adidas.

HOW OFTEN DO THEY ORDER DELIVERY FROM PEPPY'S PIZZERIA ? HAVE THEY EVER SEEN THE WALLS OOZE GREEN SLIME IN THE PIZZERIA OR THE ANIMATRONICS MOVE ON THEIR OWN DURING THEIR TIME IN ANCHORAGE ?

Still does, he doesn’t give a single fuck about the ooze and the animatronics, he thinks management does it on purpose.

WHEN THEY BELIEVED IN CHRISTMAS, WERE THEY TOLD KRAMPUS WOULD PAY THEM A VISIT FOR BEING ON THE NAUGHTY LIST ? ( WRITE N/A IF NOT APPLICABLE TO THEIR RELIGION OR LIFESTYLE )

Yes, and despite how often he must’ve probably ended up on it, nobody ever took him away. He very much prayed he would show up.

WHAT TALL TALE OR SUPERSTITION WERE THEY TOLD AS A CHILD THAT STILL GIVES THEM THE HEEBIE JEEBIES ?

His grandmother used to tell him about the Pontianak, an Indonesian vengeful spirit of a woman who resembles a vampire. She would use this spirit against him when he was a boy whenever he would do something stupid. She would scratch him with her nails in the dark or suggest he’d be next. Now during the full moon when he hears a baby crying or smells decay, he’s out.

III : THE CURSE OF THE SPIDER

ARE THERE FAMILY SECRETS OR SO-CALLED CURSES THAT HAUNT THEM ? ONES THAT ARE KNOWN PUBLICLY OR FOLLOW THEM FIGURATIVELY ?

Benny doesn’t have any proof, but he knows something is up. Whether it’s about him, or if it is more of a family secret, he isn’t sure. He’s always found it strange that his parents paid so much attention to his sisters and barely any to him. Though his grandmother has suggested that it’s because he’s a boy, and he can take care of himself. He’s not so sure about it. He knows something is up, that there is a secret he’s involved in but not supposed to know.

WHICH OF THE SEVEN SINS WOULD CORRUPT THEIR MORALS ?

Pride. From which follows Rage and Greed and Envy.

THE WORLD REMAINS THE SAME FOR DECADES NOW. IS IGNORANCE BLISS ? OR IS THERE THE SHAKY SENSE SOMETHING IS AMISS THAT CAN'T BE IGNORED ?

It can be ignored.

DREAMS ARE OFTEN INFLUENCED BY THE SUBCONSCIOUS & SOMETIMES DISTORTED. IN THEIR DEEPEST, DARKEST NIGHTMARES, HOW DO THEY VIEW THEMSELVES ?

As a rotten piece of garbage, not worth anyone’s time, and only ever used by people who want to feel better about themselves. Everything that was ever said by his parents growing up.

IV : THE CROOKED FRAME

WHAT IS THEIR DEATH WISH ? MIROIRS ONLY ( BASTARDS GANG INCLUDED ) : THE PERFECT CRIME WAS CONSTRUCTED & SOMEONE ELSE TOOK THEIR PLACE. HOW DID THEY ORIGINALLY DIE ?

To go out in a blaze of glory.

MUSE COULDN'T BE THE ONE BEHIND THE TUNNEL OF LOVE OUTAGE BECAUSE WHEN THE POWER WENT OUT, THEY WERE ...

Selling drugs on the other side of the park, trying to get into someone’s pants at the same time, which worked out perfectly for him once the lights went out.

WHAT WOULD THEY CONSIDER THEIR CALLING CARD ( I.E. WHAT SYMBOLS, PERSONAL MEMENTOS, ETC. DO THEY PERCEIVE AS REPRESENTATIVE OF THEMSELVES ) ?

Drugs.

THOSE WITH INTERMEDIATE TECHNICAL SKILLS HAVE USED CRACKS & VPNS TO IMPROVE THE INTERNET CONNECTION, BUT ANYTHING POST-DATING THE 1990S IS ONLY ACCESSIBLE THROUGH THE DARK WEB. HAS MUSE EVER ACCESSED THE DARK WEB ? HAVE THEY USED IT FOR ANY NEFARIOUS MEANS OR TO PURCHASE SERVICES ?

Yes, and he still uses it.

#anchortask02 #drugs mention tw #death mention tw #bennytasks

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This has all the tells of a dream — the soft, movie quality light, the surreal landscape beyond his windshield. He must have fallen asleep in the driver's seat — he has parked somewhere pretty overlooking the sparse woods after a particularly draining shift, and his guess is he fell asleep shortly after. That’s all that would make sense.

He’s startled back to his senses as his glove box closes, his brother sitting in the passenger seat. Moppy brown hair, bigger brown eyes, wearing one of his oversized hoodies to stay warm in the crisp Utah air. He had grabbed one of the toys Salem keeps as offerings out of the depths of the glovebox, registration papers and napkins pinched in the closure mechanism.

“ You like that one, bud? ” Salem smiles, one hand reaching over to correct the paper situation, the other on the steering wheel to keep him from toppling over onto his brother, “ One of these days I’m gonna take you to the thrift store here in town — they have a bunch of super cool toys, actually. Lots of things we used to see on the TV. ”

Derrick only nods, moving the squeaking plastic arms on the toy pirate. He seems sullen — sad. Salem chews on the inside of his lip, his lashes fluttering for a moment before his eyes once again rest on the trees.

“ It’s really different here, I know. Maybe someday we will be able to move back to California, but right now — right now we gotta stay away... Our Aunts and our Uncles are being really mean right now, they don't want us to be happy — well — I mean ... you already know that, but, ” the spot Salem worries with his teeth begins to bleed, but he doesn’t even notice, “ You like your new friend, right? Our friend, Birdy? She’s really nice, right? ”

“ Yeah, she is. ” That voice. That’s not Derrick’s voice.

Salem’s head swivels fast. His eyes are wide, his heart hammers in his chest. The boy that sits in Derrick’s place is smaller, more slender — a red head in a striped shirt. A smattering of freckles. Salem doesn’t understand but something about him feels… familiar.

“ I like you, too. You’re nice. None of the others have given me toys before. They are usually too scared. ” His voice is distant, as if spoken through a door.

Salem swallows hard, settling himself down more comfortably in his seat as he looks over the boy more. Hazel eyes. Bandaged knees. A play handhook still gripped in one of his hands.

“ You mean, at the pizzeria? ” Salem’s voice says, but his lips don’t move. Or do they? He isn’t sure.

“ The others are afraid. They don’t trust you yet. Jeremy’ll ‘prolly never trust you. Don’t take it personally. ” the joints of the doll squeak like the hinges on a door, or the knee joints on an animatronic. It’s a Foxy toy, “ I won’t hurt you. I promise. I won’t hurt you or… Birdy. That’s not her name, you know. ”

“ I know. ”

“ Will you keep bringing me toys? ” The boy looks up. There is something wrong with his eyes. They are clouded, unfocused. Salem’s stomach lurches — the car smells like rot.

“ If that’s what you want, absolutely. ”

The windows of the car fog with the heat of their breath, but it’s so very cold. Salem tries to pull his jacket closer around him but he can’t move. Something is locking him in place.

“ I won’t hurt you but I won’t be able to help you. ”

Salem looks from side to side, his eyes the only thing he can move. It’s so cold all of a sudden, but his hands sweat. His chest feels tight. He looks into the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of himself as the boy reaches over, putting a hand on his thigh. A mechanical hand that’s lost all of its red felt but the pieces that still stick in the socket joints. Salem’s eyes peek out from the mouth of a Foxy mask, one with steel bars and cables that criss-cross this way and that around his head. He opens his mouth to scream.

Crack crack crack

Salem lurches forward gripping the steering wheel. Crack crack crack goes the knuckles of whoever found him on the window beside him. He looks over, panicked, heart racing. It’s Jailbird, her brow knit together, peering down at him.

The pirate toy sits on the passenger seat.

#☽ salem — in character. ☾#☽ salem ; alt v. — [ FNAF ] night shifter. ☾

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Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot.

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.

A bonafide, absolute idiot.

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.

There's no way you think this one looks bad.

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.

---

20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.

But alas, she doesn't.

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.

You can get your own revenge.

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now.

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.

"What's wrong?"

There's that voice again.

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.

When did that happen?

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.

"I'm Lisa."

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.

"Likewise, beautiful."

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.

"That sounds wonderful."

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.

She does a twirl, looking around.

"It's gorgeous."

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"Sure, Lisa."

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.

Turning Page, you recognize it as.

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.

"Please…"

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: hi!! i know i have been pretty consistent about updating this fic every other day but i’m starting a new job in addition to school so the updates may be a little bit slower. my apologies!!

Masterlist

Chapter 18

Emily was the first to clock it. She whispered to Derek who told Penelope and then it was game over. Everyone knew about the mysterious ring that appeared on Spencer’s finger over Christmas break.

Spencer was in the break room, refilling his coffee mug, when they began to discuss theories.

“You think they got engaged and married in the week we didn’t see him?” Rossi asked.

“If they did, I’m going to kill him for not telling us let alone be there,” Penelope huffed, stomping her high heel.

“But the ring isn’t on his ring finger,” JJ pointed out.

“Maybe the kid doesn’t know,” Derek offered.

“You think a genius doesn’t know which finger a wedding ring goes on?” Hotch asked, amused.

It was clear it was big news because even Hotch and Rossi had come out of their offices when Reid got up from his chair.

Spencer walked back into the bullpen, stopping when he noticed everyone’s eyes on him.

“Do we have a case?” Spencer asked.

“What’s with the ring on your finger, Boy Wonder?” Penelope questioned.

“Oh um that,” Spencer looked down at his hand wrapped around his mug, “Y/N and I have matching ones.”

He thought that cleared everything up so he continued to walk over to his desk. Once he was seated, he looked up to see everyone still staring at him.

“Did you elope?” Emily asked.

“No. This is on my index finger, not my ring finger,” he held up his hand, “The wedding ring is traditionally placed on the ring finger because it was believed that the finger had a vein that connected directly to the heart but that’s actually untrue.”

“So why the rings?” Rossi chimed in.

“I don’t know. I just really love her and I wanted to have something connecting us whenever we’re apart,” Spencer shrugged.

He blushed at the sounds of the team ‘awww’ing and ‘ooh’ing.

“Also I guess since everyone needs to know everything about my personal life, Hotch already knows but I’ll be out next week. Jo, Y/N, and I are going to Disneyworld,” Spencer smiled.

“Oh Henry loved it when we went but you’re going to be dead on your feet at the end of each day,” JJ said.

Jo was most excited for Animal Kingdom so that was the park you were starting off with.

You all waited in line for the safari ride. Spencer was adamant about all the germs festering at amusement parks so he had a backpack full of hand sanitizer, disinfecting wipes, and other essentials. He was carrying Jo on his shoulders and holding your hand.

Once you loaded into the safari vehicle, the tour guide introduced himself and the ride began.

Jo looked at the huge elephants grazing in amazement.

“Elephants live in groups called herds made up of only females. The matriarch is the oldest female in the herd and she is usually in charge,” Spencer whispered to you both.

The tour guide was spewing off facts about the animals as well but I think it was safe to say you and Jo preferred your own personal genius.

Zebras were drinking from the watering hole as you passed by.

“A group of zebras is called a dazzle and their stripes act as a way to cool themselves as well as avoid bug bites,” Spencer stated.

Next was the Expedition Everest roller coaster. Jo barely made the height requirement, cheering when the ride operator gave her the all clear after bringing out the measuring stick.

Immediately after finishing the ride, Jo demanded you ride it again. She was definitely a thrill seeker, alright.

After you took a lunch break of chicken tenders and fries, Spencer insisted everyone wash their hands twice and reapply sunscreen. It was nice to have someone even more responsible than you.

Then, you caught the Lion King Festival stage show to take a break from walking for a bit. It seemed fitting since one of your first memories as a family is singing along to that movie.

Jo seemed to be enjoying it but you and Spencer were trying your best to not doze off. The show was interesting enough, there were animatronics of the characters and acrobats and dancers but you and Spencer were both just so tired after running around to keep up with Jo all day.

Jo tapped Spencer awake after the show ended and the audience was clearing out.

“Daddy, dinosaurs!” she reminded him.

Your final ride of the day would be the dinosaur ride where it simulates traveling back in time.

The three of you got buckled up in the front row of the ride. It started out peaceful and Jo was watching the animatronic dinosaurs in awe.

However, things quickly went south. The ride was designed to seem like it was going out of control. The flashing lights, fake smoke, and hissing big dinosaurs soon began to overwhelm Jo. She curled up in a ball in between you both.

You were bent over, whispering reassurances into her ear that it was all just pretend and she would be okay. Spencer was stroking her hair and holding her hand.

Jo exited the ride with her face in Spencer’s shoulder.

“Jo, did you know that stegosauruses were herbivores? That means they only eat plants. In fact, the majority of dinosaurs were herbivores,” he softly spoke.

You really hoped this ride hadn’t squashed her love of dinosaurs. Maybe she just prefers to admire them from afar.

On the last day of your vacation, you were standing in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle at the Magic Kingdom Park. Jo seemed to have recovered from the dinosaur incident and was sporting her dinosaur converse today.

The fireworks you were waiting for soon began. It was the perfect way to end your last night.

“Woah,” you exclaimed after a particularly pretty firework burst into red streams in the air before fizzling out.

Jo was on your hip and Spencer was behind you with his arms wrapped around you both.

“I love you,” you looked to the side where he was leaning his head against your shoulder.

His side profile and perfect jawline were being illuminated by the colorful flashes of light in the sky.

“I love you too,” he turned to meet your eyes with a grin, kissing you.

The whole team was gathered around Penelope’s computer, looking at the email that Spencer had sent out to the entire team.

Subject: Having Fun

We are headed back tonight. JJ was right about being dead on your feet. I have to get my two sleepy girls to the airport somehow. Hope all is well with you guys.

-Spencer Reid

Attachment: 3 Images

The images consisted of a photo of the three of you in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle, Jo high-fiving a person dressed up in a Mickey Mouse costume, and a picture of Jo and you cuddled up on the bed of your hotel room.

“I didn’t even know Reid knew how to attach photos to emails,” Penelope stated out loud.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Reid willingly send an email,” Emily smiled.

In typical Penelope fashion, she printed the photos Spencer had sent and put them into a collage frame and displayed it prominently on his desk for him to find upon his return.

Spencer’s desk had changed drastically over the past few months. A once well-organized desk lacking a personality other than the piles of books now had a random assortment of photos, Jo’s drawings, and sticky notes marking up his calendar for important family events.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #reid x reader #spencer reid #cm fanfic #criminal minds

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elisela · 2 years

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we’ve got spirit derek x stiles, 500, established relationship, humor prompt: scarecrow no i don’t care that it’s november 14th and i’m posting a halloween fic

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The smell of plastic and chemicals is almost overwhelming, not to mention the stale smell of stagnant water in the fake pond inside the fake cave. Derek raises an eyebrow when Stiles steps on the trigger switch with practiced nonchalance and the overly large, furry animatronic spider shoots out from a crevice. “Ahh,” he deadpans, trying not to grin when Stiles rolls his eyes dramatically.

“You could have fun, you know,” he says, but yanks on Derek’s arm and leads him over to a wall of colorful costumes.

“This isn’t what I call fun,” Derek points out, knowing full well it will lead to Stiles’ detailing the list of reasons that Derek himself is no fun, starting with his favorite household chore being laundry and ending with how he refuses to have sex with him out at the lookout. “I’d rather be doing almost anything else.” Stiles’ eyes light up, and Derek cuts off his line of thinking with a mere look.

“You, my friend, are an enemy of joy,” Stiles says, elbowing him gently. Derek catches it and twists carefully, maneuvering it around his waist and feeling his cheeks flush a little when Stiles’ grin turns a little more knowing, mischievous. “But down to work! Sanderson sisters?”

“There are more than three of us.”

“So we dress Scott up as the cat and Cora as Dani,” Stiles says, flapping his free hand. “You just don’t want to be Sarah.”

“Wouldn’t Lydia be Sarah?”

Stiles snorts. “You don’t think Lydia is in charge of the whole lot of us? Please. And she’s already got the red hair, she’d definitely be Winifred.”

Derek sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “How about Scooby Doo?”

“Boring,” Stiles says. “That’s like saying ‘oh, we’ll just be werewolves’.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Derek points out.

“I’m ignoring you,” Stiles says, and it’s Derek’s turn to roll his eyes. “Oh! Wizard of Oz. Lydia can be Dorothy, Peter can be the lion, and you can be the scarecrow.”

Derek stares over at him. “I’m the one without a brain?”

“Well you’re certainly not the one without a heart,” Stiles scoffs, and Derek feels his cheeks heat even more. “And you would have killed me where we stood, damn the witnesses, if I had suggested you be Toto. So that will be Scott, obviously.”

“And you?”

“Uh, the great and powerful Oz?” Stiles says, looking at him like he’s crazy. “What else would I be?”

“I thought you bore more resemblance to the flying monkey.”

“You’re an asshole.”

Derek grins at him before looking back at the wall. “Can’t we just be FBI agents? The others can find their own costume.”

Stiles groans, loudly and theatrically. “That’s barely dressing up,” he says, and Derek sighs. The fog from the machine is starting to give him a headache, so he might as well get this over with soon.

“I’ll let you use the handcuffs,” he offers.

“In what manner?” Stiles asks, eyes narrowing. He clearly knows Derek well enough to close any loopholes before he makes a deal, and although it’s annoying for him, he also feels strangely proud.

“In any manner,” Derek says, and he knows he’s won—or possibly lost—when Stiles’ mouth starts to curve up. But that’s a problem for future Derek, the one who doesn’t have to dress as a god damn scarecrow to the BHSD’s Halloween party, so it’s good enough for him.

#the muse goes where the muse wants!#sterek #fic #halloween #stiles stilinski #derek hale #november prompts #eli writes

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shinebrite97 · 2 years

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A trip to Spirit Halloween - RFA

Precursor: Spirit Halloween is not an international company, so my take is that the MC is American, and is visiting her home for a short time in the fall with her partner and maybe a best friend as their host/guide.

Zen:

He was never big on Halloween, he was invited to one 21 and up Halloween party at Lotte World with some of his co-stars after he was accepted by a theater, and he bought a bag of candy one year but didn’t get many kids at his door. :/

When he joined you in America in October for [insert reason here], he was astounded by the blatant decorum. Pumpkins and spiders and ghouls at every turn.

“And this is why nothing scares you...crazy girl."

You were walking down a shopping street when you happened upon the pop-up horror haven and you gravitated to it like a moth to light.

Zen had no clue what you were so excited about until those sliding doors opened.

He’s not one to deny a dare, so when you dared him to step on the footplate that activated the giant spider prop, he did, not knowing what to expect.

He’s jumpy, but also brave and protective, so when the spider did leap out, he jumped back about nine feet, but then hurried over to you and asked if you were okay.

(Pre-Covid era) he will want to try on masks and take selfies with you, the more grotesque the better. Though when you gave him the white featureless mask it blended with his hair so well that it managed to freak you out a little.

Zen wanted to buy you a sexy costume, maybe the sexy teddy bear or the red riding hood (totes not to unleash the beast on later…) but sticker shock nearly gives him a heart attack.

You two each buy a pair of fangs and while neither of you will say it, it almost feels like picking out wedding rings.

Wants to prove how brave he is by going through the tiny haunted house in the back. It’s literally six steps and one corner with some funky lights and sound effects, but the second he gets inside, he latches onto you until you’re back outside.

As you leave with your meager haul of fangs, and maybe one kitschy little halloween makeup kit, Zen decides that it was fun, but he’d probably not go back.

Yoosung:

He’s so happy to be in America with you!

I headcanon that Yoosung speaks English fairly well, has an accent, but can definitely get by if he lost you for any length of time in town.

He had been to one Halloween party with some classmates as a college thing, just wanted to get home and play video games.

He joined you and your best friend on a trip to “the store” unsure of which store you were going to.

Yoosung loves interactive displays, but when he stepped down on the activator pad, he was not expecting the nine-foot-tall clown to laugh maniacally and lunge at him. Dove for the floor and landed by your feet.

Spends more time in the costumes and props area than the showroom floor.

Reached nirvana when he found a replica of some sword in LOLOL and went on a tangent about it and the upgrades it had and the fact that you had to pay for the diamond patch if you didn’t want to farm for 100 hours.

Tries on a costume just for the fun of it because the price made him want to cry, but you promised to work with him to make an epic LOLOL cosplay for much cheaper.

Wants a souvenir from your favorite store so he buys three matching skull keychains for you two and your friend while you and your friend were playing around with the interactive decor.

Definitely wants to go back once he finds out that the store’s theme changes each year.

Jaehee:

Never had time for Halloween before, and isn’t big on the holiday. Her choice, if she had one, was just to make some tea and watch Zen in Hell Note since it had a darker tone to it.

However, now that she is in America with you for a week in October, you have decided that this trip to some store was absolutely essential.

She almost doesn’t want to go inside, seeing some little kids run out screaming.

Upon first entering, she jumps at the sudden raven or crow noise and doesn’t like that the animatronic demon child on wheels is following her.

Will probably hold your hand until you start playing with the interactive displays.

The animatronic jumping spider is a 0/10, please never step on that again.

Jaehee does like wigs and the animal costumes (may or may not want to see you dressed as a tastefully sexy deer or fox)

At one point you two lose sight of each other and she finds you looking at some 90s movie memorabilia like hocus pocus pillows of Beetlejuice mugs.

You have the plan to spruce up the coffee shop for Halloween, but Jaehee is weary to decorate with anything off putting….(she’s talking about you, bag of eyeballs and plastic amputated human parts)

You suggest a vase for each table with a single purple rose and some white flameless candles, and then a stop of a fabric store in the same plaza comes up with black lace for some pretty curtains.

She’s glad to observe your favorite holiday with you, but probably would not jump on the chance to come back to this store.

Jumin:

Celebrated Halloween once with V as a teenager.

Attended some very boring Halloween parties for his father’s sake.

Was kind of surprised when you showed so much interest in it.

He had business in America anyway, so he flew you two over for a week so you could see your friends and family while he handled his work.

One night after you two had dinner with your childhood best friend, you discovered a spirit Halloween in the same plaza as the restaurant.

Jumin was still at a point where he went on autopilot the moment a woman talked about going shopping.

“Anything you want, dear…”

He had no idea what kind of store Spirit Halloween was, but as you and your bestie bounded inside, he showed a little more decorum...up until a giant clown with spider legs and a red balloon snarled at him.

He actually called out your name first, and it’s something you’d think about for a long time after.

He sought you out when he was startled…

Jumin followed closely behind you for the trip, not scared enough to hold onto you, but kept his hands in his pockets to avoid accidentally activating something or touching the gross looking gauze on the hanging ghost decorations.

He realized you and your friend stayed far away from the Halloween costumes, which he thought was the entire purpose of the store and noticed you stuck to the front end [with the cheaper stock]

While you two geeked over the funko pops figures and the pillows, and the little odds and ends, he admired some of the costumes, wondering which would suit you best.

His eyes fell on a sexy black cat costume, which was basically just a bra with flowing sleeves and a mini skirt. Didn’t even come with ears or a tail….but he found those in the back with the other animal parts.

He asked why you didn’t want a costume and you just silently took down one of the medieval maid costumes and showed him the price. 90 dollars!!!

“That is way too much for anything, especially when I can make a better version for myself for like twenty.”

You explained to him that the quality was bad and the costumes all smelled like plastic and they were way too expensive.

But is that going to stop your conglomerate boyfriend from spoiling you? NOPE

He buys the black cat lingerie with a tail and ears while you and your friend are distracted by the haunted house display and will surprise you later with it in the hotel room.

And hoping that you’ll surprise him while wearing it as well.

Seven:

He’s never celebrated Halloween. Ever.

But to see you so excited about something…

He decided it was time for a vacation anyway, so he decided to go off the Korean grid with you for a week.

On the second day of your trip you spotted your home mecca and begged him to go in with you.

He wasn’t sure what the excitement was for until he got inside.

Tough boy wants to show off. Not to mention, neurodivergence has been met with buttons that say “try me” and “step here” so you know he’s going to.

He loves the effects, loves the demonic dog, and the creepy demon twins beckoning people closer before they show their creepy faces.

Completely wants to buy you a sexy cat costume and also wants to try it on for himself.

Also thinks you two should get a super cheesy couple’s costume...and owo what’s this? A matching cheese and cracker couple’s costume?

You will definitely come here one or two more times before your vacation ends, and on your last visit, he sneakily films the entire experience so he can feel like he’s shopping there next fall, and because you were just so cute browsing beside him.

#mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mm jaehee #mm yoosung #mm saeyoung #mm jumin #mm zen #headcanon #self-indulgent writings

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