#Ness is a theater kid and doesn’t shut up about it

[callmedylan]

Fnaf Movie But Ness, Vanessa, Cory, Max, and Mike are all just in one big friend group and call themselves the “Fazgang”

‼️Important info‼️: okay so I’ve been thinking about this idea for an AU and stuff where Cory, ness, max, Vanessa, and Mike are all in a silly little friend group and they call themselves the “Fazgang” and they just hang out and stuff. So have some fact, headcanons, and info dump about this hc/AU cause I love it. I ship Vanessa x Max and SecurityWaiter so be prepared for those to be sprinkled in. (I ask that you credit me if you draw or use this AU pls :))) /nf )

Also petition to make Vanessa x max a ship and Call it “LockJaw” (for obvious reasons)

I imagine they all met someway through Mike. Mike introduced Vanessa to Max since him and max have been friends for a while, then Mike meets Ness because him and Abby become regulars at Sparkys and he eventually invites him to hang out with him, Vanessa, and max and the 4 just don’t stop hanging out. Then they one night decide to take a taxi to the place they are going to and Cory is their driver, and nobody really knows how but by the end of the ride they’ve all exchanged numbers with Cory and the 5 make plans to start hanging out.

ness is the tallest out of them all being 5”11 and whenever they are walking with each other down the street his head just sorta peaks over everyone.

the gang will usually hang out and play video games, and If Ness convinces them, they’ll read over random creepypasta stories and urban legends on online forums.

the group has a group chat where they all text each other during work or when they are bored.

Cory tends to rant about the weirdos he has to drive around with ness while ness rants about the rude customers he has to deal with.

Max enjoys writing and wants to be a romance author. She works at a library so she can read the romance books on her breaks.

ness gives the gang a discount whenever they stop in to sparkys and calls it a “personal friend discount” (he technically isn’t allowed to give them a discount but his boss will never know)

The group loves Halloween and they usually dress up and walk around their town to crash any party’s, parades, or to just take Abby trick or treating.

ness convinced the gang to create an online ARG with him with “found footage” recordings and everything but he eventually forgot about it and a large community started to surround it thinking it was real and he ended up having to apologize for it like 10 years later.

ness has a online conspiracy theory forum where he discusses his theory’s, the gang follows it and boosts his posts for him.

the gang likes to go to scary houses during Halloween and they each react very differently. Ness tends to grab at people (usually Mike) to steady himself when scared, Cory is prone to screaming loudly but also charging at the actors (they’ve almost gotten kicked out before because of this), max has a very slow reaction time and tends to just freeze up or swear under her breath when an actor jump-scares her, Vanessa doesn’t react at all (literally, she just doesn’t get scared by that type of stuff), and Mike just acts how any normal person would (or he tries to run off).

ness is gay, Vanessa and Mike are both bi, max is a lesbian, and Cory is straight.

since none of them are close to their families (except for Cory) the group hangs out together during holidays like Christmas. Cory usually visits his family for Christmas and holidays but on years where he can’t visit he’ll spend time with them.

cory made them all each a driving Mixtape for their birthdays.

they each have very differing music tastes. Ness preferring musical music, max prefers old love songs, Cory prefers 90’s hip hop, Vanessa likes alternative rock, and Mike enjoys any type of 90-2000s grunge rock and emo music. (Mike definitely listens to the smiths, the cure, and Alex G)

The gang ate over at Vanessa’s one night and the 5 tried to make dinner but failed and made a mess of her kitchen (they ordered takeout and spent the rest of the night listening to music and cleaning up Vanessa’s kitchen.)

Mike sometimes leaves Abby to be babysat by the gang while he’s off working and he once came back to them all dressed up with glitter makeup having a tea party with Abby (she forced them to do this)

In this AU Max does not die but Vanessa and Mike never tell Cory, Ness, or max all of the extra details. They know the robots are haunted to some capacity but not about Vanessa’s involvement or any specific details.

(This is not canon to the au, just a “what if” scenario) if max were to still die in this AU, Vanessa and Mike would not tell Cory and Ness what happened, out of concern for the twos genuine well being and because of how absurd it seems.

all of them visited Freddys some time in their childhood

Max and Vanessa have a fear of mascot outfits

Ness wanted to do a “paranormal investigation” at Freddy’s for theorizing and emailed the owner several times for about 2 months leading up to the events of the movie (he also begged Mike to sneak him in during his working nights but Mike said no cause he didn’t want to get fired).

cory called them the “Fazgang” once as a joke and it kinda just stuck, now that’s what they and everyone who knows about their group refers to them as.

when Cory and the group went for a drive in his taxi they went on a back road and ended up breaking down in the middle of a dirt road in the woods. (They just finished a movie marathon where they watched the texas chainsaw massacre and Wrong Turn 1, so now half of them refuse to leave the car.)

Abby slept through the entire situation.

Lots of trauma, it’s like a group therapy session 24/7.

all of them get along with Abby, she actually gets excited whenever they hang out (since Mike takes her with him due to not wanting to leave her home alone by herself).

They all share a single braincell.

Ness and max are both 25, Mike is 26, Cory is the youngest at 24, and Vanessa is the oldest being 26 as well but older by a month.

[hyper-jam]

Neurodivergent related SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons because I am so autism abt them 🫶🫶🫶

-Mike has autism, Ness has autism and ADHD/AuDHD

-Mike is hardcore on the social related things. Doesn’t like eye contact and will either make way too much or way too little, his responses in conversations tend to be blunt and dry, he doesn’t enjoy small talk, he very much likes communication to have a point and to get to said point quickly, he only really talks more if it’s something he’s interested in/knows a lot about, he’ll actively say or do rude things without realizing or intending to (quite often in fact), he’s generally seen as kind of off putting, etc.

-Ness on the other hand is very social. They may be a little weird and struggle with social cues but they’re a hardcore extrovert and a huge theater kid so people just think he’s kinda quirky and leave it at that. He never stops yapping, knows a lot about a lot and makes sure everyone knows (in an info-dumpy way, not a condescending way) and generally loves learning about people. He is often seen as quite annoying by a lot of peoples standards, but many people also find him charming (Mike falls down the pipeline from one to the other lol)

-Mike is a subtle stimmer. Lots of stuff that might get him clocked as anxious at most but other than that most people don’t even notice. Lots of nail biting, skin picking, hair touching, face scratching, leg bouncing, squeezing his hands, rubbing his temples, rubbing his clothes, cracking/popping parts of his body (knuckles, neck, etc.) stuff like that

-Ness is usually also a pretty subtle stimmer, but has more noticeable stims way more often than Mike. Theyll click/tap pens, mess with the strings on their apron, fidget with their pins, run their hands through their hair, adjust their clothes, talk a lot with their hands, hum and sing and quote things, tap their fingers together, rock on their feet, generally swaying their weight, pacing, fidgeting with their face (poking their own face, chewing on their lips and cheeks, pulling on their lips, rubbing their eyes, etc.), little random dances, bouncng, hand flapping, etc.

-Mike experiences shut downs and meltdowns fairly often. He's incredibly stressed and tired all the time so frankly why wouldnt he. He'll get even quieter and more blunt than usual, he'll stim more, he'll try to be alone, he'll lash out a bit, etc. it usually takes him at least a couple hours to recover

-Ness experiences meltdowns somewhat often as well, though he doesnt really get shutdowns. His meltdowns are usually caused by simple overstimulation and they often result in a lot of rambling, more stimming, generally anxious behavior, sometimes snapping at people depending on the situation and how bad it is. He’s fairly good at calming himself down all things considered, but can easily be a bit over the top and kinda fall into the stress

-Usually the kind of thing that would make him full on shut down is social rejection. For multiple reasons, he doesnt handle social rejection very well, so on the somewhat rare occasion he picks up on the subtle hints of it or someone is direct with him about it, he’ll get insecure, quiet, fidgety, shaky. He's usually pretty good at putting on a face but he'll need to take a minute to kinda reset himself, usually via listening to music and mumble singing to himself while tapping his fingers or fidgeting with his clothes or something

-part of previously mentioned headcanons about how they hug and cuddle a lot and are also generally kinda clingy has to do with them stimming together. Mike loves a good pressure stim, so hugging or cuddling Ness can provide that easily. Ness loves things like playing with Mike’s hair and hands and face, just generally kinda fidgeting with his body. They’re huge on body doubling and parallel play, they like just generally being together cause they feel like they can be themselves around each other without any worries (for the most part lol) stuff like that

-they both have their comfort items, but Mike’s are usually a bit more subtle, like clothing or headphones or maybe smth Abby’s given him, while Ness’s are usually a bit more…strange lmao. Random trinkets and paraphernalia, stuff related to his many hyperfixations, some random piece of trash that’s been in his pocket too long, etc. /hj

-overall Mike is very quiet, overstimulated, blunt autism and Ness is very quirky, a bit too much, all over the place, never stops yapping AuDHD, and they can certainly clash at times but they definitely learn how to balance each other out

-idk what else to say rn lol but ill make more parts if i think of anything else 🥱🥱🥱

[scaryscarecrows]

Go Wash That Blood Off Your Hands

AN: McDonald’s timeline. Jason is a theater kid surrounded by enablers. Nobody has the brain cell right now, but this is still a better way to deal with trauma than ‘invading a city’, so does it really matter?

Title from Clint Lowery’s ‘God Bless the Renegades’.

* * *

It starts, as most strange things do, in a New Jersey Waffle House.

So as it turns out, Waffle House or not, civvie clothes or not, people are going to notice seven muscular dudes who appear to have been fighting with something. And honestly, that’s not getting into Trent’s…er…Trent-ness.

It could be worse. The nature of the Waffle House is that nobody will straight-up ask, which is probably for the best. That doesn’t mean that much, though, not in the long run; a group of (probable) college kids are giggling in the corner.

They think Mark’s a cutie, Riley explains in between bites of scrambled eggs. But I think they’re too chicken to come over here and say so.

“God, I hope so.” Mark shudders. “Why me. Why not him?” He gestures at Jason, who huffs. “He’s their age.”

Maybe they want a sugar daddy.

“Take me back to Gotham.”

Riley laughs. Antoine takes a sip of his coffee and glares at it like it’s personally murdered his entire family.

“What the fuck is this.”

“American swill,” Trent says sagely. “Maybe cigarette ashes would fix it.”

Antoine looks like he’s considering it, but is distracted from doing so by Jimmy’s going, “So, boss…”

“What.”

“You have a Wikipedia article that’s made, like, five Buzzfeed ‘creepiest Wiki rabbit holes’ lists.”

Jason, who’s in the middle of drowning his pancakes in strawberry syrup, looks up and deadpans, “What.”

“Uh-huh.” Jimmy stabs a piece of sausage and dunks it in the cup of fake maple. “See? ‘The Disappearance of Jason Todd’, right here, black-and-white, featured literally every time there’s a listicle about creepy shit.”

“What’re the theories? Anybody get lucky and get it right?”

“Ah…no. But apparently ‘kidnapped by the Jersey Devil’ was a thing.” Jimmy blanches, freckles managing to go starker. “Shit, the Jersey Devil’s not a thing, is it?”

For a hopeful second, it looks like the answer will be ‘of course not’. But then Jason just shuts his mouth and shrugs, looking very much like he’d rather have not been asked.

“I don’t actually know,” he admits. “I don’t think so, but…”

“Chriiiiiiiist,” Antoine groans. “No. There is no Jersey Devil. I refuse to believe there is one.”

Frank shakes his head.

“It’s probably fucking Batman–don’t look now, Mark, someone might have just got up the guts.”

* * *

That could have been the end of it. Would have been, even, if it weren’t for a roadside costume shop that’s probably a money laundering place, really, because who buys costumes in the middle of fucking nowhere?

But it’s daytime, AC/DC is blaring on the radio, and they have access to Bruce Wayne’s credit card because, in Jason’s words, “He owes me back allowance, trauma tax, and honestly, I didn’t rat him out to Joker so he really should have been paying me for the Robin gig.”

So they pull in.

It’s a dark, dingy place with roach motels in the corners and outfits that look (and smell) like they’ve been here for decades. There’s a great selection of masks, though, which means Jimmy can put on a decaying zombie head and go, “Hey, Trent, I’m your mom.”

“Shut up, punk.”

“Language!”

“Hey, hey, check it out.” Frank puts on what claims to be a ‘were-Bat’ mask. “I’m Batman.”

“You laugh, but you didn’t see,” Antoine grumbles. “That thing scared the shit outta me.”

“Can I help you boys find anything?” the clerk-an old man who probably has a shotgun under the counter-calls. He sounds mildly annoyed. They should probably buy something before they leave.

“We’re good.”

If it weren’t for Riley, they probably would have settled for buying, like, gum. Or maybe a pentagram necklace, to ward off Batman or something. But Riley dives into a rack of…furry bodysuits, basically, and comes up with a black one that, against all odds, looks like it’ll fit Trent.

Things snowball from there.

Among the impressive masks is what appears to be a possessed goat; white eyes, fangs, a lolling tongue, and more fur around the neck. The horns are stained red, and mucus is caked around the nose. Wings turn up, too, big, leathery ones, and a bottle of fake blood. This is bad enough, but then Jason fishes a handful of very realistic intestines out of a bin. They’ve got a strap on them-likely designed to be part of a zombie costume or something-but in the dark, especially…

“This is probably one of the tackiest things we’ve ever done,” Mark says. Riley shrugs and throws a devil tail on the pile.

“It’s not like he’s actually dead,” Frank points out. “People do worse, anyway.”

“True.”

“‘Sides,” Jason says, grins with far too many teeth. “This could have been avoided with a little detective work.”

“That’s right,” Jimmy says. “Here, get another bottle of blood; we gotta get some on the suit, too.”

* * *

They waffle about whether to do a photo or a video. Riley finally convinces them to do a video, Blair Witch-style, so of course they trek into the woods.

For a furry bodysuit and extras, Trent is. Mm. Well, realistically, Trent is pretty frightening all by himself, but the costume is a new level of horror. It doesn’t help that the sun is low in the sky, and it’s starting to drizzle. Jason’s no better; with the intestines strapped on and blood splashed on pretty much all of him, he…doesn’t look too good.

“Okay,” Jimmy says, fiddling with his phone, “I’ll film, because I’ve got the best phone. Frank, you narrate; you’ve got a good narrator voice. Riley, you do…you know that noise, that you made last Halloween that sent three people running for cover?” Riley gives him a thumbs up. “That. Do that. Antoine, you and I are just gonna chit-chat. Keep it casual. Mark, you’re our skeptic. Trent, I want a couple of glimpses of you, but, like, over there. You know, did that just happen?”

“You want me to be Bigfoot, basically.” Trent’s voice is muffled in the goat mask. “Sure.”

“Yep. Just once or twice, as we walk. Maybe pace us so I can just pop the camera over. Boss, you’re just gonna lay on the ground. Maybe, uh, scream a bit before we get to you, and then…I don’t know, I don’t know…Riley, should he be dead or no?”

Nah, Riley says. We can keep it going if he’s not.

“That’s true. Okay, don’t be dead, but let’s face it, you’re gonna be on your way, your fucking guts are hanging out.”

“We’re horrible people,” Antoine finally says. “You have to admit, this is terrible.”

“Cheaper than therapy,” Jason points out. “And probably safer; at least three Gotham villains used to be mental health workers.”

“That’s true.”

“Okay, okay…here. Here’s a good spot. Get comfy and try to look like you just got attacked.”

* * *

Two days later, a video goes viral. It’s crappy and shaky, taken on a cell phone. The internet is divided on whether it’s staged or not, but it’s creepy regardless.

The video takes place in the woods. The narrator claims they’re out looking for the Jersey Devil. This isn’t the weird part; the weird part is when something shrieks and the camera swings over just in time to catch something big and black and furry walking deeper into the woods.*

“Damn,” the narrator breathes, and then someone else pipes up with a short, “It’s a bear, you know it’s a bear–”

“It had wings, man!”

“No, it didn’t, don’t be–”

“No-no–stay back, get away from me!”

Silence, then the camera gets jerky, like the holder’s running. There’s a bloodcurdling scream followed by a snarl, a thud, and then…munching noises.

And then the camera catches it; something big and black and furry, crouched over a twitching body on the ground. Intestines are spilling out and coming up into a goat’s mouth (but that’s no goat, goats don’t look like that they don’t look like that–) and as the camera freezes in obvious horror, the man raises his arms to try and shove the thing away.

“God–” He’s not successful. “Stop–”

The video cuts here. It doesn’t take very long for somebody to point out that the man looks an awful lot like Bruce Wayne’s missing kid, and hey, wasn’t he supposed to be kidnapped by the Jersey Devil, that was a theory, right?

Dick thinks the video is, in his words, ‘very Jason’. Barbara has a chuckle, so does Alfred. Tim weakly points out that at least Jason’s not trying to murder anybody. Bruce, however, now understands the random charge on a card he’d, honestly, forgotten about.

He could have done without, he thinks, Jason’s far-too-convincing screams, or the image of him covered in (fake, he knows it’s fake, but still) blood as something eats him alive. But Dick’s right, it is very him. Bruce still remembers him stubbing his toe and collapsing to the ground, writhing in agony and intoning, “I’m dying, Bruce, lay two tokens on my eyes for the ferryman…tell…tell Dick I stole his Fruit Roll-Ups…”

At least he’s safe. Seemingly happy, for the moment. Not causing trouble, not really. Bruce will take that, for now.

THE END

*One of the creepiest gaming moments I’ve EVER experienced is your first glimpse of Jack Baker in RE7. He doesn’t hurt you. He just walks on by, but he comes out of nowhere and I very much wanted to bail back to my car.

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

The Intern (CliffxReader)

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"Y/n? You comin' or what?" Your roommates stopped and looked to you for an answer.

You shook your head with a sigh, "Not tonight, sorry guys."

One of your friends, Ziggy, raised her eyebrow, "Oh come on, Y/n. Live a little!"

There was a party on campus. One of the many....many parties you'd bailed out on that month alone.

They just weren't your scene.

You were a bit old fashioned. More of an intellectual.  You liked cafes, ballets, and developing photos. Your friends loved clubs, protests, and being in those photos. Most of your friends were hippies, and whether you liked to admit it or not, they kept you balanced up with the times.

Your other roommate, Rowan, nodded, and nudged you a little with his elbow, "Come on! It's gonna be far out, man!"

Your other friend, Odie, adjusted their collar, "I heard there's gonna be some cats from Berkeley, baby!"

You sighed.... Berkeley kids were known to be on another level of hippy-ness.

Ziggy wrapped her hands around your forearm and bounded up and down with pleading, wide eyes, "USC kids are coming through, come on!"

You studied at UCLA, USC also happened to be a bit of a party school, and was also a rival school. It was  certain there'd be a fight or two added to the expected chaos.

"There's gonna be booze, dudes, and no narcs! C'mon, it'll be groovy, baby!" Odie held their hands in the air, vibing and dancing with the wind, "Live a little, Y/n!"

You shook your head, your arms crossed over your books across your chest "Maybe next time, guys." Rowan groaned, "Aw don't be such a drag, Y/n!"

You smiled a little, "You guys go ahead. Catch you tomorrow?"

You walked to the end of the block together. They'd cross the street to get to the party, you'd keep walking down the block to get to your dorm.

There was a parking lot on the corner. It was empty save for a single trailer.

As you waited for the lights to change you all looked into the lot.

Rowan leaned in, and whispered "I heard it belongs to professor McHarris. Say his wife ditched him and how he lives in a trailer."

Odie shook their head, and rolled their eyes with a sigh, "Ugh boys. Who told you that? I heard..." They leaned into the circle, and muttered in annoyance, "It's. Just. Abandoned. Here."

Rowan frowned in disbelief, "Who'd abandon a perfectly good trailer?!"

Odie shrugged, pulling on a pair of shades as they squinted against the setting sun, "Who wouldn't?"

Ziggy, a theater major, and naturally a lover of storytelling, smirked as she leaned in. "Well...I heard some weird stuff goes on in there. Some cult leader or something crashes there late at night after he goes PSYCHO."  She waved her fist around like Norman Bates and laughed as the rest of you stepped back and shuddered in horror.

The light turned green and your friends waved goodbye.

You turned and walked down the block as they crossed the street.

You sighed as you climbed up the stairs to your apartment and opened the door. You sat down, and stacked your books and projects up, and started working. You didn’t like parties, but you liked fun and adventures. You liked doing your own thing, sometimes. But, right now you had some work to do...  You could have sworn you'd studied the whole night through.

You slammed the books shut. Your eyes were dry and tired from all the reading. You sighed and looked up at the wall. You had strung up photographs you'd developed over the weekend. Some of them were a bit questionable, a little on the avant-garde side of art. But all in all, your work was a masterpiece. The rows of strung up pictures were just a snippet of your impressive portfolio.

Consequently, you'd just gotten an internship in Hollywood on a set.

You were starting the next morning, and looking forward to it, though you were understandably nervous about it.

It was also part of the reason you didn't really want to go to the party..

True, you could have gone just for an hour or two...but acid and protest tunes weren't really up your alley. Maybe a cigarette, gin and tonic, and some Rat Pack records.

Your roommates and friends were probably talking about a protest that would happen on campus next week. But, that also wasn't your thing. You just weren't comfortable with crowds and loud noise. Mysteries.. Now that was where it was at.

At least to you.

You looked at your watch, expecting it to be 3 or 4 am... It was only midnight.

The night was still young.

And you were restless.

You stood up... For once in your life you were going to be impulsive and assertive. You were going to do something crazy.

You were going to find out who the hell really lived in the trailer.

You pulled on your denim jacket, and put on your red go-go boots, rushed out the door, and down the stairs, rushing to the parking lot before you lost your new found sense of curiosity.

You wrapped your fingers against the chain link fence, your eyes zeroing in on the lone trailer in the center of the dark lot.

You sighed, trying to force yourself to do one exciting thing with your life. "Don't be a drag. Don't be a drag, don't be a drag..."

You trudged through the darkness and hovered around the trailer. It was dark and silent. Maybe Odie was right. Maybe it really was just abandoned...

Or maybe...

Maybe Rowan was right. It was rare, but he had his moments.... Maybe that professor really was just trying to get by...

Or...horrifically but also possibly,  what if Ziggy was right?! She always had hear-say and gossip down to a t... Besides...

Serial killers weren't not a thing in big cities.... What if this cult leader rumor was real?!

You were close to the door..  You didn't even knock on the door when you heard a guttural growl and a loud bark.

You fell back in fear, and pushed back on your heels and palms.

You unexpectedly ran into something...

You turned around, feeling cold with fear, "Holy shit it's the serial killer..."

You looked up and he looked down.

He was wearing sunglasses for some reason...

You held your breath, "Definitely a serial killer."

He wore a denim jacket over a black shirt.

He reached down and pulled you up, with a seemingly, and oddly friendly smile. "She doesn't bite." He threw his cigarette onto the ground and put it out with his foot.

"Wh...who are..." He was kinda cute... A bit on the older side. And...also still probably a serial killer.

"My dog. Her name's Brandy." He shrugged matter-of-factly, as he looked through a key ring.

You sighed calming yourself down a bit, reasoning that a serial killer wouldn't be human enough to have a dog. You hoped...

He started to unlock the door as he clicked to calm his dog down. "So any particular reason why a kid like you's fuckin' around here and isn't home and asleep?" "Why wouldn't a kid like me be out?" You thought you had him. He shrugged, "Out in the street alone where there's some real creeps?"

"You're not a creep, are ya?"

He chuckled a little " No. I dont think so at least."

You smiled a little as he sat on his makeshift porch, his dog sitting by his side.

"I'm not a kid anyway. I'm twenty-two."

He chuckled a little. He remembered what it was like to be so young, "So why aren't you at a club or a party or a protest or somethin'?"

You shrugged a little "Not really my scene."

"So you're not a hippy?" He sighed a little, a bit more at ease. Even if they were for peace and all, they made Cliff Booth a little uneasy, which wasn't an easy thing to do itself.

"Not really. And you.... Youre not a m..." You bit your lip. Why would a murderer admit to being a murderer?

"A what?"

"Well... Your trailer popped up out of nowhere and there's been... rumors about you..."

Cliff chuckled a little. He wasn't quite a star in Hollywood but rumors always managed to keep him in the spotlight.

"Yeah? What kinda rumors?" He petted Brandy as she laid her head on his leg.

"The best one was you were either a professor that got divorced and lost everything. Or a culty serial killer."

He laughed, "That's crazy talk."

"Yeah...so...who are you?"

He took his glasses off and you saw his beautiful blue eyes under the moonlight. "My name's Cliff. What about you, intruder?"

"Intruder?!"

He nodded, a little amused by your response, "Pokin' around somebody's home at midnight? Makes you an intruder."

"Student parking lot. You are ...probably not a student right, Cliff?" You smirked a little.

"Touche, kid. So...intruders are strangers. You don't wanna be a stranger, right?"

You laughed, "Guess not." You shrugged, "My name's Y/n. I study photography there." You pointed to a building down two blocks, looming like a castle over the new city lights.

Cliff whistled a little, "UCLA. Nice school. You know what you're gonna do when you're through?"

You nodded, "I graduate in a few months. And I just got an internship on some set in Hollywood. I start tomorrow. I wanna work cameras for movies some day. Guess this is how I'll start."

Cliff smiled, "Sounds like a dream, kiddo. Good luck out there." Cliff knew more than anyone that Hollywood was a cut throat place.

He meant it when he wished you luck.

And something about the way he said it let you know that. "Thanks Cliff," You smiled, until you looked around the parking lot and the dark streets. A few hours from then it would be awake with cops raiding the parties and kids scrambling to get to their dorms.

"You gonna be ok, old timer?"

Cliff laughed a little, "Does get loud around here sometimes. College was never really my thing."

"No?"

He shook his head "Nah. I got drafted."

"Heavy."

"Yeah... So I move around every now and then to keep things fresh. There's an empty lot behind this theater. I've been thinkin' of movin' out there next."

You felt a little sad for him. It felt so lonesome out there at night.

You asked again "You gonna be ok, Cliff?"

He smiled a little, "I get by, kid. Don't worry. You go out there, show em whatchu got tomorrow, ok?"

You nodded, "Thanks again, mister," you smiled as you started walking away. "See you around, Cliff!"

You waved back at him and he waved back with a soft smile and a sigh, "See ya,  kid."

And...he did...

You were an intern on a set that you knew nothing about.

"Alright L/n. When the director says action you're gonna move down here with this camera. When you get to the third line you have to zoom in on Rick."

"Rick?" Your mentor of sorts nodded "Yeah. Rick fucking Dalton."

Your jaw dropped, "Rick Dalton? Like Bounty Law- Rick Dalton?!"

The cameraman nodded understanding you were star struck. You were fairly young so you'd probably grown up watching his shows. "Yeah. And. After lunch were gonna work with his stunt double over on the horses. That guy's crazy. His name's Cliff."

What were the odds...

"Cliff?"

You heard a third, familiar voice. "Yeah?"

The camernan smiled, "Speak of the devil!"

You turned around and sure enough there he was.

Cliff....

He took off his sunglasses, trying to figure out if it was really you. "Y/n?"

You smiled "Hi!"

He laughed "Well I'll be damned! This is where you're working!?"

You smiled and nodded "Yeah!"

Cliff smiled. He wanted to make sure you didn't end up like him. He knew a few names that might come in handy for you. He wanted to make sure you were alright.

Cliff didn't do that for many people...

Frankly...Well, he liked you.

And Cliff Booth didn't like many people.

He wasn't too social. A bit like you...

Somehow Rick convinced you to go to a Hollywood party with them.

Cliff had to go because Rick needed a ride, as always. And you went because you just wanted to spend some time with them.

They were quickly becoming some of your closest friends.

Cliff was becoming a little more than a friend, a little less than a fling.

But you wanted it to be so much more.

Cliff left you and Rick to get some drinks for the three of you.

Rick laughed as you told him the story of how you and Cliff met.  "A serial killer?!" He laughed and wiped away a tear, "Wait till you hear the rumors about him around Hollywood!"

You laughed a little but then Rick noticed something was wrong. You were worrying about something as you looked around at the producers, directors, and actors.

"What's goin' on sweetheart?"

"You think I'll make it?"

He lowered his cigarette and asked, "You shot the Mexican stand-off scene in this week's episode?"

You nodded, "Yeah...? Shit...did someone say something? Fuck did I blow it?!"

Rick shook his head, "Oh, no, no, no! You did great! You're all they talk about in the editing room!  You're gonna make it out here, kid."

Rick realized that couldn't be the only thing in your mind. He followed your eyes over to Cliff at the other side of the party.

Rick smiled a little as he murmured so only you could hear, "You know he really likes you?"

You smiled a little, "Ah, you’re just saying that."

Rick laughed and gestured to Cliff, "You really think he gets that cleaned up for just anybody, Y/n? You've seen him on set."

You giggled "I guess you're right."

Cliff made his way through a crowd and made his way back to you and Rick.

He smiled at you, and you smiled at him.

Something told you Rick might have been right...

You were going to make it.

And you were going to have Cliff by your side.

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Day 16 - Road Trip - SQUIP Squad

Platonic ness bitches. But also implied/mentioned richjake and boyf riends

tw: none

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7 of the 8 members of the SQUIP Squad woke up to their phones vibrating off of their nightstands/desks anywhere from 5-5:30 in the morning. Why? Michael was blowing up their phones with variations of "good morning bitch" and "look out your window". To which whoever would respond with "bro what the fuck its like 5 in the morning" or something similar. Michael then laughs in his moms' van and just responds with "surprise motherfucker, pack a bag, get dressed and get your ass in the car" followed by "we're going on an adventure charlie". *insert member heere* would then just but their phone down and try to sleep. But Michael was a persistent person and would then spam whoever with the charlie the unicorn script line by line, every line was a separate message until they got in the care.

This is how we got a rather pissed off SQUIP Squad and a happy Michael all in the same vehicle. I mean, Christine was happy. She liked rebelling against her parents. Leaving a note saying that she was going to be out with her friends and then disappearing when her parents were sleeping was rebelling.

But she was defiantly uncomfortable with the tension and silence of the car. Michael was too but he wasn't letting it show. So she did what any other teen in her situation would do.

"Michael pass me the aux cord would you?"

He handed it back to her over a pissed and tired Jeremy's shoulder. If there was ever a moment where Christine was happier she sold her soul to the Spotify premium gods it was now. She sat up and got prepared.

"Are we gonna have a problem?" The tension in the care was quickly replaced with amusement and excitement. Jeremy stared at the sun for a solid 5 seconds before excepting his fate as Heather McNamara.

*insert time skip brought to you by ya bitch doesn't wanna write out the whole damned song*

Christine as Heather Chandler was kinda shocking when you thought about it. But she fit the role perfectly.

"You can join the team." Christine and Jeremy were doing any choreography possible while being in a car. Michael couldn't because he was driving.

"Or you can bitch and moan!"

"You can live the dream."

"Or you can die alone!"

"You can fly with the Eagles,"

"Or if you prefer,"

"Keep on testing me,"

"And end up like her!"

Rich was Veronica (except for the Beautiful Riff, and the Dead Girl Walking and Dead Girl Walking reprise hight notes. Christine sang those.) because Jake's initials were literally JD. Like. It was a given. And they were dating soooo... Jenna was Martha because they shared the same actress at one point.

"Oh my god Rich," they used each other's actual names because why not, "Chloe invited me to her homecoming party!! This proves she's been thinking about me."

"Umm... color me stoked?"

"I'm so happy!"

The soul reason Michael was Heather Duke was because of this moment. "Oooh woah~!! Honey whatcha waiting for-!"

"ShUt Up MiChAeL!!!!!" Jeremy and Michael were literally the only people who didn't flinch. She fucking screeched the line. "Step into my can-dy stoooooooOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEE WHOOOAAAAAA~~~~!!!!!" The boys in the front seats were practically whispering their parts because Christine killed that riff every time. "Time for you to prove you're not a lame-ass anymore~!"

"AND STEP INTO MY CANDY STORE!!! It's my candy store, its my candy! Its my candy store, itS MY CANDY!! ITS MY CANDY STORE!! iTs My cAndY sToRe~~~!!!!"

Applause ensued. As well as the theater playlist continuing.

A few hours later complaints came in. "Bro where the fuck are we going? Food, please. Caffeine. Just caffeine."

Jeremy, being the dad friend he is, responded with "Kids, kids, KIDS", to get them all to shut up, "We will get there when we get there."

Then the complaints changed to "Are we there yet?" Jeremy replied with "not yet." This went on until "let's play a game" Jeremy did his best impression of a bass boosted "look at where we are"

Now this happened a few dozen times until Michael lost it and said: " I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YALL DONT STOP IMMA YEET THIS CAR OFF A CLIFF LIKE IN THAT DAMNED MEME!!!"

This is why they don't go on road trips anymore.

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On Account of Rain

One-shot gen fic that I did as part of a server swap! It was fun enough that I might be dipping my toes into requests so check it out and leave an ask if you’d like. 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18738154

Tokoyami and Ashido like scary movies, in fact, they love them. Aliens or ghosts, slashers or existential angst, it doesn't matter as long as they get to feel the terror. When Bakugo reveals that he finds all scary movies foolish, they challenge him to prove it.

It goes about how you'd expect.

Training gets called early.

There are storm clouds rolling in, dark and full of fat drops that are just itching to drench our heroes-in-training. For a moment, the kids had worried that Aizawa-sensei would make them complete their outdoor combat training anyway, but he’d apparently bowed to Principal Nedzu’s campus closure at the last minute.

So now, they were racing the rain back to their dorms, ponchos and umbrellas popping out of Yaoyorozu’s body as they swerve and dip through campus. They make it back in a straggling heap, most avoiding being drenched too badly.

As outerwear and shoes are shucked off, Mina and Tokoyami continue their latest foray into the maddening darkness of new French horror cinema. Mina normally goes more for chest-bursting sci-fi flicks, but Tokoyami’s her gore buddy so she does her best to appreciate the moodier pieces that he gravitates towards.

Especially since it’s his week to pick the flick.

“It’s a brilliant bouquet of suffering and sorrow. A mirror for our twisted souls, as if the director clawed her way out from hell to deliver this warning.”

“Slasher Central says it’s the best ghost story since ‘The Cry.’ Half the people at the premier fled in terror before the credits rolled! They gave it five screams!”

“And now such darkness is in our grasp. And on such a fortuitous day.”

The thunder claps as if to emphasize Tokoyami’s declaration. It also draws the attention of Bakugo, who is shaking his head in disgust, though whether at the weather or the subject, it’s hard to tell.

“You guys are seriously going to waste your time on that kiddie stuff?”

Tokoyami and Mina share a quick glance. Kiddie stuff?

Mina’s the one to pipe up.

“Uh, it’s totally not for kids! We’re talking hard R, serious mind-tripping here. Rumor is, the director went mad!”

Turns out, 1-A’s resident firecracker is of the baffling opinion that most horror movies are for kids, since, “You’d have to be a real baby to let that lame stuff scare you.”

Mina takes the challenge while Tokoyami mutters something about the shadows of childhood and the evil fae.

“Ha, I bet you’ve just been on that weak stuff. No way you’d make it through ‘The Final Eye.’”

Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“Come on, give it a chance! You already said all your homework is done, and it’s not like you can go anywhere in this mess.”

He’s still not convinced, but he’s wavering. It would be nice to show them how stupid they’re being about this. Maybe then they’d stop doing Deku impressions with the constant movie muttering. Tokoyami sees his indecision, and in the interest of speeding things up, gives the persuasion a go.

“Bakugo, this is a forbidden realm. A true test of fortitude. Why, we’d be kicked out if we tried to watch it in theaters-”

“Wait, is this against the rules? Because I’m sure as hell not about to get in trouble again. Especially not to prove myself to you two.”

Mina bounces into a pair of slippers and makes for the stairs before turning round to face Blasty.

“Okays, well firstly: Rude! Second, no, it’s cool. Personal use is no problem! Really! Come on, it’ll be fun. And if it’s not, we’ll totally shut up about it in front of you!”

“Like I trust you…”

Bakugo looks around the emptying foyer. Kirishima, trying to teach Denki how to lift, Sato with some new recipe, Midoriya off in the corner with his little squad playing…

Jesus, it’s All Might-branded Monopoly. Limited edition, too.

Yeah, not a lot of appealing alternatives flying around.

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. Hurry up before I change my mind.”

Naturally, they end up in Tokoyami’s room. It’s really the only respectable choice when it comes to horror movie atmosphere-setting. The darkness, the random occult imagery, the purple miasma of what looks suspiciously like a lava lamp…

Bakugo smirks. He’s totally going to show them what it means to be fearless. --- Okay, so it’s not the worst movie he’s ever seen. And yeah, the dead little girls are pretty scary. He was sure it would be all lame makeup or discount CGI, but he hasn’t even seen them yet. They’re always just out of frame, giggling and whispering and playing games.

Yeah, maybe Tokoyami’s taste in movies doesn’t totally suck. Although he still doesn’t trust Mina to pick. Not after that comment about chest-bursters and killer clowns, or whatever she was droning on about last week in class.

Mina’s enjoying herself well enough, despite the more atmospheric offering. She’s not a total wimp, even if she is clutching that pillow awfully hard and ducking behind it every time the calliope starts to play through the tiny laptop speakers. For his part, Tokoyami maintains a stoicism that could almost rival Bakugo’s.

Unless you look at his hands and realize he’s white-knuckling the poor popcorn bowl. If it weren’t for the rolling barely-audible commentary on the metaphors and symbolism and general gothic fortune cookie-ness...he’d almost be a pleasant movie buddy.

It’s Dark Shadow who proves to be the biggest (and loudest) baby.

When barely lit twin hands reach through the slats on the stairs, it’s Dark Shadow who dives into the bowl of popcorn and makes it rain kernels. When the fog rolls in during the hypnotic forest chase, he’s the one who steals a blanket and cowers. Every flash of lightning has him squawking around like a poorly-behaved parakeet instead of a fierce quirk familiar.

Even when he’s not actively fearful, he’s anxious enough to nibble on Mina’s halo of pink hair.

Bakugo has no idea how Tokoyami lives with the damn thing, it seems exhausting.

Despite the chaos, Bakugo remains unfazed. All through the movies, he stays stubbornly indifferent to the scoring and jump scares that are wreaking havoc on his companions’ nerves. He rolls his eyes at the lore building and softly “tschk” whenever a new twist is revealed. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s totally unaffected, and the longer the film runs, the more quietly invested he becomes.

Not that he’s scared. Only babies get scared.

The movie ends, and Bakugo gets all of thirty seconds satisfaction before some stupid thunder ruins it all. It’s just a misunderstanding. Nothing even to do with the movie, of course.

It just so happens that right at the end, when the door slams shut, at that exact moment…

There’s a massive spike of lightning that turns the whole room violet-white, and a near-instant clap of thunder that he feels in his bones. He doesn’t jump...but maybe he levitates a little. Maybe his palms crackle to life on reflex for just a second as his eyes re-adjust to the blackened room.

Mina bursts out laughing.

“Shut up! It was...I was….I was worried! About my electronics! A power surge could have hit.”

“Yeahhhh, okay. Sureeeeeeee.”

“We have tempted the Gods with our hubris, and now they call down their mocking wrath upon us.”

Bakugo clambers to his feet, arms clasped defensively across his chest, fingers and palms flexing with adrenaline that totally doesn’t have anything to do with the stupid movie or the stupid ghost girls or the stupid lurking dark.

“Whatever. I can’t believe you two let this little fairy tale scare you. Next week it’s my turn, and I’ll pick out something truly terrifying. Well, terrifying for you guys, at least.”

Aww, Bakugo just made a play date! And all it took was bribery, rare movies, a rain day, some wounded pride, and a bet.

That night, Bakugo falls asleep with his lights on. Not because he’s scared! He just...forgot to flick the switch, is all.

Yeah, totally.

[latinalesbi]

So Stef and Lena clearly foster another kid and I think he goes to the wedding too. Wouldn’t he not be allowed to go out of the country as a foster kid? Do you think they adopted him since the wedding is taking place a year from the finale?

That’s a really good question. I know that to take them out of the state I would need permission, not sure about going out of the country but they would need passports etc. The child they foster/adopt is black, he will be on the trip.

Anonymous said:                                                                      All these interviews from the producers seem very confident the rest of the cast will appear in the spinoff every so often. Do you think they’ve got an option on them or some sort of contract? I imagine those dumped will be off auditioning for other jobs so it’s a bit confident of them telling everyone that imo.             

I think it’s bravado. What else is Hayden supposed to be working on? Everyone who can get employed will get employed. There’s no reason for fake loyalty.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I had a dream that Stef and Lena got a really nice love scene. Wish we had gotten one.             

I had a dream that I kept trying to tune into it and I just couldn’t manage it. I think it was trying to tell me something.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I don’t think I’ll ever not be bitter about how Stef and Lena/sherri and Teri were treated in these past few seasons. That behemoth scene wasn’t worth squat! We didn’t even get a love scene but we had to see Brandon grind on grace?             

I never will be over it. I will never be over how we got treated as fans. I didn’t see a behemoth scene. I saw a nice scene with a less than spectacular ending. I know Sherri doesn’t lie. I expect she shot a love scene. It’s just that it was cut.

Anonymous said:                                                                      mini meet the parents reunion at the gala last night     

I wouldn’t really know. I know Robert was there.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Jude/Lena scenes are my favorite after Stef/Lena. I loved the nail polish parallel so much             

Like, I wasn’t that impressed. They were cheap shout outs. I wish they’d written something new instead of a rehash. Especially because I don’t like Jude again, he was a complete dick up until that moment.

Anonymous said:                                                                      So Brandon is in LA. Jude is studying in LA. The girls spin off is in LA. Those two as actors I think would be happy popping in and out. Though I’m guessing Brandon is the 3rd member of this new  progressive show. 🙄 The moms coming in being background characters every so often makes me all kinds of sad.             

I hope they won’t appear. I hope they aren’t even mentioned. What is clear to me is that those two, Brandon and Jude are recurring at best. The interviews make it sound like that.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I’m conflicted! On one hand I would LOVE LOVE LOVE a mom’s spin off, on the other hand I almost don’t want Sherri and Teri to work with those people again. They dumped them initially pure and simple. The love fest from the producers for the moms that has followed has made things better but thats the truth, they willingly dumped them. The family dynamic is everything. They didn’t appreciate what they had until it was too late.             

I feel you, especially after the lack of a love scene. I don’t think that they should be limited by censorship and by people who don’t want to write for their characters anymore. They’ve changed the characters so much because they are bored with them. Instead of writing Stef, they’re going to change her completely because even writing Stef for three eps is a chore.

P.S. There’s no spin off. Notice that Bradley isn’t mentioning it anymore? His leak to Perez got people to shut up. Goal accomplished.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Joanna in one of the interviews seems awfully certain they will all appear in the first spinoff at times. We know nothing really but I just can’t see Teri doing it. Things have obviously improved on set, time is a healer and all that crap but my personal opinion was she has just been being professional. She never refollowed any of the four she got rid off after the announcement. Plus I’m pretty certain her and Sherri will both get other gigs fast.             

She’s going to say that to try to get people to watch. I am hoping Sherri and Teri get busy as shit and can’t make it. The worst scenario would be one there without the other. They shouldn’t boost that show with a guest appearance. They don’t deserve that boost. I agree about Teri. If the hatchet was buried... where’s the refollow? You think she wants her heart stabbed over and over while those idiots gloat over their spin off.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Everything will die down now until the summer. The moms spin off will be conveniently forgotten. I’m assuming they’ll start to film the other spin off soon and that will take the forefront of twitter/insta chat. Creators: ‘We want it too’ bull you do. You got a load of heat for your decision and are playing with the viewers emotions. If it doesn’t happen that’s just pretty cruel and mean to those who are obviously excited about it and being given false hope.             

The spin off talk is already conveniently forgotten. Now they can say we tried, you saw the Perez post. It’s like, listen Brad, we all know that’s your bud. One of the few in the press that wrote about your shitty dinner theater. You leaked him some bullshit and now you can play it off like you tried. It is cruel. Never forget that, it’s cruel.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Sorry I didn't mean you should wtite, I just meant you can and have. It was a frustrating finale. It is time to call it quits when fans can remember the core beliefs and traits of characters even when the writers can't             

Sorry, lol, that was my stress talking. I think I agree with you. Yeah, it’s funny, but since when has Jude even hinted at emo-ness? I mean, some Jude expert can fill me in.

 Anonymous said:                                                                      When Lena was laying on the bed with the Spicy Times Newsletter , I had a moment I got soooooo nervous OMG . I thought the writers were really gonna take it THERE and have her read it ... to Stef .... OUTLOUD . My heart was hollering at that 😂             

We’ll never get that lol. That would have been gold. I never felt the tension in that scene because I watched babymoon and I remember that was around the time Stef got a stick up her ass.

  Anonymous said:                                                                      Why do you think Stef's asked Lena to marry her so many times now ? For Sherri , that's technically her 7th " proposal " at this point - 3x when she played Vanessa on Sunset Beach . Once when her husband proposed in real life . 3x with Stef . I love it so much 😭             

It was her assignment? It’s cute and those two sell the shit out of it but... i mean come on. I am married about the same time as those two and we only had one proposal, “I think we should go get married before election and it becomes illegal.”

 Anonymous said:                                                                      what happened to ana? did the actress refuse to come back on the show or did they write her off? 

They couldn’t bother to write for her because you know Aaron, ximena, core family members. And you got lucky, they flashed her in the finale! This question was asked before the finale fyi.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Maybe instead of two spinoffs they should've fought for a sixth season to properly end everything for everyone 

Exactly. That’s what they should have done. It should be over. One for all and all for one.