#even vanessa is floored by how quickly they moved in

[twilightkitkat]

Really stupid idea but can you imagine if the TVA swore Wade and Logan to secrecy and then they come back and everyone is so incredibly confused. Like? Wade, what the fuck? Who is Logan and why is he living with you and why does he look like a dead superhero?

Especially with the insinuation that the entire movie timeline spanned over a few days. So Wade goes from hopelessly pining after his ex to bringing home this buff, hairy, muscular guy to live with him without warning after disappearing from his birthday party.

Like he just randomly walked out the door after blowing out the candles, then he mysteriously reemerged with this feral look-don't-touch beast of a man. And he's calling him stupid pet names like "peanut" and "babygirl" and the guy isn't biting his head off?

When asked, Wade just responds that Logan was his best birthday gift ever. Logan's ears turn pink and he covers his mouth to hide the small smile on his face. Wade wraps an arm around his shoulder and grins. Meanwhile, everyone thinks Wade left his own party because of a hook-up call that somehow ended with him landing himself a boyfriend.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

imagination part two

part one part three

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, male receiving oral, face fucking

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl

“shit, baby!” rafe grabs the towel hanging on the wall, wrapping it around his waist to cover himself. “what did you forget honey?” 

you completely forgot what you were came back for, blinking several times at rafe, your eyes glazed over as you take in his muscles, the memory of what is now being covered by the towel seared into your mind.

“baby girl, what did you forget?” rafe asks again.

“i-um. my scrunchie.” you say, reaching for the scrunchie you left on the counter. a silly thing to come back for maybe, but rafe knows it's your favorite.

“im glad you got it, now let me get dressed and ill walk you out to your car, yeah?” rafe tucks the towel so it holds itself up, slowly advancing towards you.

“rafey, why were you calling my name?” you ask as he comes up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “were you… touching yourself?”

rafe swallows his surprise. “what does my innocent girl know about touching yourself?”

your cheeks flare red. “i don't wanna be innocent anymore, rafe. i-i want you to take my virginity.”

rafes eyes slide closed, his chest moving in a steady up and down motion, trying to control himself from going completely feral and doing what you ask by bending you over the counter and thrusting his length into you.

“baby, you should spend some more time thinking about it.”

“no.” you frown, “i want you. now.”

rafe groans, like he's releasing his last bit of self control, and walks you backwards into the bedroom. you move to the bed, allowing him to control your movements as you sit down on the comforter.

“we'll go slow.” rafe says, more commanding himself than telling you.

“can i see your dick again?” you ask, eyes now closer to level with the towel wrapped around his waist, sticking up in the center from where he had rehardened.

“yeah.” rafe nods, wishing he could get you naked first, but wanted to let you have a bit of control before he lost all of his and fucked you like an animal.

you tug at the towel, much more eager than rafe thought you would be. if he knew that you accidentally seeing him naked would spur this moment, he would have started walking around naked a lot earlier in your relationship.

the towel falls to the floor and your eyes widen, taking in how long and thick rafes cock is, jutting out from his body. you wrap your hand around the base and give him a stroke, making rafe groan out.

“is this good?” you question, and rafe nods, going to answer verbally when he cuts himself off with a gasp when you continue to move your hand.

you scrunch your face in concentration as you stroke him, trying to tell what he likes by the noises and faces he's making, and by how his cock twitches in your hand.

you swipe your thumb over his tip, a bit of precum leaking out. before you can really think over your actions, you lean forward and flick your tongue over his leaky head.

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, not expecting your actions. you quickly pull back, thinking you did something wrong or something that didn't feel good, but as you retreat, rafe pushes forward, his cock slipping past your lips, filling your mouth.

“fuck…” rafe groans again, unable to control the curses falling from his tongue. “baby just… just relax okay? im gonna fuck your mouth. i-i can't stop.” 

you nod curtly, wishing you had more experience before doing this with rafe, but you trust him to lead you, even as he pushes his hips further forward, until his cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to cough.

“relax, baby.” rafe warns again, pulling out to let you take a full breath before his cock is back in your mouth, and this time he doesn't move slowly, snapping his hips forward and back, thrusting himself repeatedly into your mouth.

you try to breathe through your nose the best you can, only gagging occasionally when rafe hits particularly deep. he brings his hands to your head, moving you in rhythm with him. 

you close your eyes, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. you hope that whatever you’re doing is making rafe feel good as he moans above you. 

“i’m sorry baby.” rafe runs his palm over the top of your hair. “i just can’t stop, you feel too good.”

you hum around his cock, trying to tell him that it’s okay, that you want to make him feel good like this, but he can’t let up as he continues to fuck your face, drool now rolling down your cheeks.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns only seconds before he shoots down your throat, somehow able to cum so quickly after just masturbating in the shower. you swallow everything he has to offer, moaning softly at the taste as he starts to soften in your mouth. he pulls out with a soft sigh, and you heave in large breaths, wiping your chin and neck clean.

rafe seems to suddenly realize what he just did as he kneels down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. “are you okay? i’m so sorry, babygirl, i couldn’t stop.”

“it’s okay, rafey.” you shake your head. “it… felt really good. i liked that.”

“i didn’t hurt you?” rafe confirms.

“no.” you shake your head. “i wanna do it again.”

rafe laughs, pulling you into a kiss. you melt against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, keenly aware of the fact that he is still naked and the intense craving to have him between your thighs.

“i can’t get it back up right now, but we can definitely do that again, and more.” rafe says, standing up and letting you recover as he gets dressed, donning a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“are you… are you not going to fuck me tonight?” you ask, a pout coming to your face.

“not tonight baby.” rafe shakes his head. “need you to keep some of that innocence for a bit longer darling.”

“rafe, thats so unfair!” you whine.

“no it’s not. i’m giving you more time to think about wanting to lose your virginity because once i’m in that pussy baby-” rafe pauses to kiss the top of your head before moving his mouth to your ear “i am going to fucking destroy it.”

part three

[cherrryybeee]

they were finally found

natalie scatorccio bot (link at bottom) made this bot in celebration of nat getting in contact with people so she literally saved everyone 😚😼

19 months. A year and a half. That's how long it's been since your girlfriends plane crashed on the way to soccer nationals. She was only supposed to be gone a week, play at Seattle, win, come back. You two were supposed to graduate together, go to college together. Instead the plane disappeared. No one knew where it crashed. No one knew if the girls survived. You were a mess, school became increasingly harder, you felt like you were drowning. Everything reminded you of her and it killed you. At one point you got so bad, you wouldn't get out of bed, wouldn't eat, wouldn't bath. Your doctor out you on antidepressants. They helped a little, just enough where you could go to school. 

Overtime you kept hope up, even though almost everyone else lost it. Natalie's mom didn't even care, not like she would. By the time graduation rolled around you only showed up to grab your diploma. You didn't show to the after party, you didn't even stick around for group photos. Your life felt like it had ended when Natalie disappeared. Everyday she was all you thought about. You mom had still made sure you went to college.

Instead of going to new brunstick like you planned, you went to rutgers. It was closer to home that way you could be there if- *when* Natalie came back. Your mom helped you buy a small apartment by the campus, no roommates. That way when Nat came back she could move in with you, you even put some of her old clothes in a couple drawers of your dresser. You always said one day she was gonna get out of the trailer park, she never believed it though. Everyday was a little worse then the next. No sign of the plane, or any of the girls even though there were multiple teams searching for them. You *knew* she was out there, you just *knew*. 

A couple weeks ago was no different. You didn't have any classes that day so you were sitting on the couch. The news playing on your tv, you always had it playing after the crash, waiting for an emergency announcement that they found the girls. A textbook was infront of you, you weren't reading it. You were laying on the couch, eating a bag of chips. Too spaced out to pay attention to anything, that was until you heard an announcement on the tv. You quickly sat up, the bag of chips long gone. It was just what you were hoping, wishing to hear for over a year. The plane was found, some *not all*, but there were survivors. The news lady began listing off the survivors names but you were listening for one in particular. 

"Shauna Shipman, Charlotte Matthews, Travis Martinez, Taissa Turner, Vanessa Palmer, Natalie Scatorccio.."

The voice on the news drowned out as you got all the confrontation you needed. You weren't allowed to see her. No one was allowed to see nay of them, except Immediate family. The survivors were sent to the local hospital, top floor, top security.

You had to wait, of fucking course you had to wait. As if you hadn't been waiting long enough. The next weeks went by slow, really slow, the slowest ever. At least she was alive. You kept telling yourself. You'll see her soon enough. That was the only thing getting you through life.

Today was the same. You just got out of the shower when you got the news. You could see her. They were *finally* allowing extended family and close friends to see them. You didn't bother drying your hair or putting on makeup, you just slid on your shoes, ran out of your apartment and drove. You felt like you were going to cry. You got to the hospital in a matter of minuets. Running up to the check in desk at the top floor. 

"Nat- Natalie Scatorccio, what room?"

You ask the person at the front desk. They seem to get the hint on how urgent this was, quickly saying a "361", handing you a visitors pass and you were off. Bolting down the hall. 357, 358, 359, 360, 361. This was it. This was her room. You took a breath before knocking on the door and gently opening it. Slowly walking in. 

There she was, laying on the hospital bed, hospital food infront of her. Her short bleached hair had grown out, her natural brunette hair went to her shoulders and the rest of the bleached part down to her elbows. She was skinnier then she was before. She looked tired, but still gorgeous. You stood in the door, not saying anything. Just staring at her. You felt your eyes get glossy, you saw hers get glossy. 

She didn't say anything either. It was obvious she hadn't had any visitors yet. With her dad dead and her mom a deadbeat. She was so happy to see you, if that word even met up to the standards of what she felt. She couldn't tell you what happened out there, she couldn't relive it all. But it's okay, she knew you weren't going to press anything. 

[ther3allyra]

hii ^^ since you're taking Vanessa requests could you do Vanessa and reader who's really introverted and shy? like reader always tries to avoid eye contact and all 😭?

im sorry if that was a little hard to read but yeah feel free to ignore if you dont want to do it!

Please look at me.

Vanessa Shelly x Reader

Summary: Your extremely shy and have an obvious crush on the blonde police officer, maybe once she makes a move you’ll gain some confidence

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 918

A/N: HII lovely! Thank you for this request I absolutely loved writing this, apologise for this being later than I intended but school was busy, it’s also a little on the shorter side so I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy<3

You sat in the office bored, you longed for the time Vanessa would show up to spend time with you, not that you’d even be able to talk to her I mean the only words you e ever managed to speak to her was ‘Hi’ and ‘Y/N’. Most of the time it was a simple nod or a quick smile you’d give her before looking away shyly rubbing your arm. You longed for the moment you would be able to talk to her, hug her, kiss her. To say the least you had a HUGE crush on her, and you wanted to do something about it but couldn’t.

As you sat watching the monster screen you saw a car pull up just to the side, the vehicle almost staying out of view from the security camera hanging over the entrance door. Standing up quickly with such excitement that you flung open the office door and ran for the entrance, stopping suddenly in your tracks. The jingle of keys. Keys? Vanessa doesn’t have keys but you didn’t have much time to think before you had an Abby running straight for you.

‘Y/N!!!’ She squealed with delight, as you opened your arms bringing her in for a big hug. You look up to see your older brother Mike just closing the door, it must’ve been a double shift with him, had you forgotten?. You looked from Abby who was still giving you a big hug and giggling to Mike, back to Abby, and then back to Mike again mouthing the words ‘what is she doing here?’

Mike took a step forward as your little sister jumped out of your arms, saying something of ‘be right back’ and ‘saying hi to friends’. ‘I couldn’t find a babysitter, Max isn’t answering the phone’ Mike shrug at you, you honestly couldn’t feel to guilty as the night dragged on a little even though it was 3:46Am and you knew you couldn’t actually afford a proper babysitter, that’s why once you were old enough you started working here with your older brother.

As the night dragged itself along you longed wished Vanessa would turn up, maybe she would maybe she wouldn’t?, again it wasn’t as if you could talk to her which you so desperately wanted to do that it was obvious. Abby was busy trying to play a claw machine as Freddy and Mike stood next to her, to say the least it didn’t look as if the animatronic and your brother liked each other very much but both you and Abby hand gotten along great with all of them, you having the closest bond with Foxy. FOXY! You could ask his opinion on how you could talk to Vanessa, he couldn’t exactly speak but the amount you talk about her on the nights she usually calls he could tell you liked her very much. You looked around for the animatronic and once you saw him near the front door you ran for him.

‘Foxy!’ You called as you skidded to a halt near him, your breath catches in your throat as you realised Vanessa had actually turned up, she was most likely talking to the fox animatronic. You snuck a glance up at her and noticed both her and foxy staring at you so you stared down at the floor, your cheeks heating up a tad. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with her but you so desperately wanted to be with her. But now? You felt your heart race and you stood in your place.

‘Y/N?, are you ok?’ She questioned looking at you up and down in your spot, all you could do was nod and let out a simple ‘mhm’, not wanting to move, hoping the ground would open up and swallow you then and there to save you from the embarrassment.

The entire place was silent until Mike had popped up, he probably left Abby with the other animatronics. ‘Hey Ness!’ He smiled approaching you and Vanessa, the ground shook a little as Foxy had walked away. Mike ruffled the top of your hair as you glanced at him. You were so deep in thought you hadn’t noticed the conversation, and mikes watch beeping 6Am. It was 6Am and you hadn’t even spoken to Vanessa!!. Mike walked away to go and grab Abby as she’d most likely fallen asleep on one of the animatronics.

‘I have to go, but it was nice seeing you again Y/N!’ She smiled, but before she left she stepped forward embracing you in her arms. ‘Maybe next time you look at me, huh?’ She smiled and gave you a small kiss on the cheek, before stepping back giving you a smile and walking to her car.

She hugged you, SHE LITERALLY HUGGED YOU!! You got so excited, even the small kiss on the cheek there was some interaction between you and there was a glimmer of hope that you’d gain more confidence next time, and even more hope there was a chance she’d like you back. You followed Mike who was carrying Abby in his arms out to both of your guys car, you waved bye to Mike as he strapped Abby in, getting into your own car. You watched as Vanessa’s car drove by as she honked at you not long followed after Mike’s. You’d probably go grab some breakfast before going back to to Mike, and that’s what you decided to do, extremely happy with how the shift went.

[2danny2furious]

Haunt

Danny Gonzalez X Reader

wk: 3.4k

blurb: When you fill in as Danny’s videographer for his ghost-hunting trip to the infamous Stanley Hotel, you expect creepy corridors and bad Wi-Fi—not this kind of tension. (Based on this video)

A little angst, a little fluff, a little spice. Minors: there is suggestive material towards the end but not explicit material so please approach the one shot accordingly ❤️

He’s just not into you– not professionally, not platonically, and definitely not romantically. Despite the fact that you’re working the camera on your first assignment for him, Danny’s eyes seem to move right through you, his voice clipped, sending one syllable directions your way when the monitor isn’t showing a perfect read.

“Left.” “Zoom.” “Again.”

No please, no thanks, no good job—just the bare minimum, like you’re an inconvenient piece of equipment he didn’t ask for.

Which, technically, you are.

You flew out to Colorado from California last-minute after your mutual friend Jake—Danny’s longtime editor, and videographer—came down with food poisoning. (“Bad sushi,” he’d groaned over the phone. “Save me from myself.”)

You’d been a fan of Danny’s videos since his skits were filmed in his dorm room and his punchlines were seven second Vine wonders. You flew in the night before Christmas Eve, missing time with your family just in the excitement to see Danny behind the scenes. But now, you feel like the only true ghost in this shitty tourist trap mansion.

You’re sitting in his hotel room, as he scans the old carpet with an EMF reader.

“You good with that lighting?” he asks, not looking at you as he adjusts his mic pack.

“Yeah,” you say, too quickly. “I mean, unless you want it more eerie? I can—”

You’re interrupted by the loud zipper of his equipment pouch opening as dull plastic thuds together in his search for something he hasn’t told you about. He’s not even listening to you anymore. You clench your teeth and bury the burn of humiliation for the millionth time today as you watch him slam batteries into a flashlight, the reader, and a ridiculous headset he’s wearing.

You watch him through the monitor, tuning out his charming babbling to keep yourself from getting hurt by the insane contrast of how warm he is only when there’s a camera between you. You realize that he’s now sniffing the floor like a bloodhound, nose scrunched in concentration around a “cold spot.” The EMF scan shows a large patch of something wet, which leads off into a tiny glowing trail. Wait.

“...Is it pee?” you say.

Danny freezes. For a second, you think you’ve crossed a line—but then his shoulders shake. A snort escapes him. Not the performative, for-the-audience sarcastic laugh from his videos, but something real and startled. It’s cute. So cute.

“Oh my god, what?” He looks up at you, half-offended, half-delighted. “Why would hotel cleaner be my first guess?”*

He actually giggles, and you feel your chest warm. He’s looking at you, smiling with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes blazing blue with mist.

The moment breaks when his phone sounds an alarm. “Shit,” he says. “We’re going to be late for the underground tour.”

And then his back is to you, sauntering towards the door and out, and all you can do is follow.

*

The hotel’s underground tunnels are colder than you expected, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something faintly metallic. Your camera's night-vision casts everything in a sickly green hue as you descend.

Vanessa, the lead guide, stops where the passage opens into a cavernous ice cellar. Frost crackles along the walls.

"This is where the night watchman went mad in 1932," she says, lantern light carving shadows under her eyes. "He swore the hotel manager's wife—who'd drowned in the lake out back—was standing down here every night, wringing lakewater from her hair." She pauses dramatically.

"They found him frozen to death right where you're standing, his hands clawing at his own throat... like something had been pouring water down it. His throat was found to be clogged with seaweed that looked exactly like a woman’s long, mangled braid."

You zoom in on Danny's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. His fingers hover near Vanessa's elbow as they walk—whether to steady himself or her, you can’t tell.

She adds, "Guests still report hearing gurgling sounds down here."

The camera catches it all: Danny's nervous knee bounce, the way candlelight illuminates the crinkles around his eyes when he laughs at Vanessa's joke about "cold feet," how his gaze slides right past you like you are part of the wall.

Tom, the junior guide, takes over in the servants' passage. His voice is warmer, his delivery charming as he points to a large rusted hook on the ceiling. "This is where the chef hung himself after the 1911 avalanche trapped guests here for three weeks. Strange thing is—" he lowers his voice, "—every December, that hook starts swinging on its own. Kitchen staff keep removing it... but it always reappears."

A draft makes the lantern flames flicker madly. You shiver, and when Tom notices, he steps closer, his shoulder brushing yours.

"Too much?" he murmers. "We can skip the hanging pantry if our guests—"

"We're good on footage," Danny cuts in. He’s not looking at you, but Vanessa. He points to her phone. "Show me those spirit photos again?"

The camera's red light winks out under your thumb.

As the rest of the tour group takes the tours built in free time to wander the passageways, Tom falls into step beside you.

"So," he says, voice low, "you always let YouTube guys boss you around haunted basements?"

"Only the ones who forget I'm a person when the camera's off." The words slip out before you’ve processed them, and Tom huffs a laugh.

"His loss." He nods at your rig. "You've got a steadier hand than most pros who come through here."

You are about to respond when movement catches your eye—Danny leaning over Vanessa's phone, his arm braced against the tunnel wall behind her. She swipes through blurry images while he nods with that focused intensity he reserves for everyone but you. "This one's insane," he breathes, and you look away before the bitterness can crawl up your throat.

You let Tom fill your brain with some his funnier ghost stories— lights turning off anytime he starts to pee in the bathrooms, DUMDUM wrappers materializing within seconds on his desk whenever he’s working the graveyard shift, and his shoelaces becoming tied together whenever he’s talking to a girl he finds pretty.

“Well,” you tease, “your shoelaces look definitively normal.”

“Maybe they’re giving me a break,” says Tom. “Maybe they want you to want me too.”

He’s not handsome, he's not ugly, but he’s warm and kind, and he’s leaning into you to give you a kiss you desperately need. The touch of a human, tangible proof you’re not worthless. Your lips barely touch when you hear Danny bark your name, telling you it’s time to head up.

Embarrassed, you lean away from Tom, who just smiles knowingly. “Let’s go,” he says. “I’ll find you when you’re done with work.”

Back in the lobby's electric light, Danny corners you near the front desk. "Did you get footage of the pictures she was showing me?"

Your mouth drops open. "Shit. I'm sorry, I thought you said—"

"You thought I said what?" His voice is a blade. "Are you not a fucking UCLA film grad? You have no initiative?"

"I'm sorry, let me go talk to her—"

"Forget it. Why don't you just go back to flirting with Tom? You're here to have fun, right? Not work?"

Vanessa materializes beside you. "Come on, angel," she says, touching your arm. "Let's go back down. I'll reshoot everything with you."

Danny's anger evaporates the second she speaks. You are both aware now that everyone in the lobby is frozen still, watching you.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he says—to her, not you—running a hand through his hair. "Didn't mean to cause trouble for you guys. Your shift's over, go have fun. Our mistakes aren't your problem to fix."

You follow Danny toward the elevators, emotion choking your throat. That honeyed tone—the one he uses with Vanessa, with the staff, with the other guests, with literally everyone but you—echoes in your skull and you stand in silence a few feet away from Danny, waiting for this elevator that won’t come. You still have so many segments to shoot but the thought of being near him for a single more second makes you wish you were another ghost victim and God, this elevator is not coming.

Danny exhales sharply through his nose, then veers toward the stairwell exit. The metal door slams behind him, the clang of his footsteps on the stairs fading as he ascends alone.

When the elevator finally comes, you let the tears fall. You hit the fifth floor and find yourself running past curious guests, past the flickering hallway sconces, until you crash through the women's bathroom door. Your best friend's contact photo blurs as you stabbed the call button, your breath coming in wet hitches against the phone.

"Hey," you manage when she answers, "remember how I said this gig would be fun...?"

She sighs empathetically, and you hear a movie in the background become paused. “Is a man being a disappointment?”

“Yes,” you sniffle. "He's so funny and goofy and charming on camera, but so weird et when it's off! Everyone said he's a nice guy but he's-well he's not a nice guy. He's fucking weird! Only to me! It's like he's acting or something, l don't know!"

Your best friend is silent for a beat. "Well. He is a former theater kid." You could hear her crunching popcorn through the phone. "It's on you for expecting normalcy."

"No, no, you're right-"

"Why do you care so much? Aren’t the Hollywood execs so much worse?"

You pick at a loose thread on your sweater.

"I don't know. I guess he's... well, he's hot. And funny. And I love his videos. It just stings to be so repulsive to him. It’s not that I want to date him or anything, but can't he at least be nice? Like on a normal human-to-human level? I’m missing Christmas for this!"

“Im so sorry angel,” she says. "Don’t you have a red eye? Just get your bag and go. Like, go to Denver. Go out. Drink. Have fun. Have rough, hot anonymous sex. Fuck this guy."

“You’re right,” you say. “I love you.”

You hang up, staring at your puffy-eyed reflection. After a few more embarrassed sniffles, you wash your face, reapply your makeup with military precision, and twist your hair up into a claw clip. The mirror shows someone who looks like they have their life together-someone who definitely wasn't about to spend Christmas Eve with an apathetic ass hat.

Danny isn’t in his room when you go to find him, and in the end you discover him pacing the lobby as you approach, his sneakers squeaking on the marble.

"I'm heading to the airport early," you announce.

He checks his watch. "Six hours early?"

"Yeah. Just want to be safe."

The receptionist chooses this moment to clear his throat.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." His smile is painfully polite.

"As I was just telling Mr.Gonzalez, all roads to Denver are closing. There's a snowstorm coming-we won't have clear roads until morning at the earliest."

As if on cue, your phone chirps with a flight delay notification. You aren’t expected to leave until tomorrow morning now. Outside, the first fat flurries began spiraling past the windows, dancing as if to taunt you.

"She'll be staying with me," Danny says. His voice has a warmth you’ve been craving all day, but you know this is because he wants you to finish the video and get his checklist complete.

"I think I’m done for the day," you say coldly. “I’ll happily cover my own space.”

Danny holds your gaze as the receptionist taps his keyboard.

"All our rooms are booked for tonight-Christmas Eve and all. But!" He brightens. "There's a lovely motel down the road-"

"The one where actual murders happened?" Danny leans on the desk, his cheeks flushing. "Wasn't there a human trafficking ring busted there last summer?"

The receptionist's smile doesn’t waver. It says, quite clearly: Not my problem.

You sigh and turn on your heels, heading to the elevators as Mariah Carey cries in Christmas happiness over the hotel speakers. You hear Danny’s steps in quick succession behind you, and you both are once again facing the elevators in awkward silence.

Danny finally clears his throat. "So. Room situation." He won’t meet your eyes, fiddling with his keycard. "I can film the rest by myself. You should take the bed and get some rest."

The unexpected decency hits like a punch to the ribs. You think of the LA producer who'd thrown a latte at your head for "missing his good side," the cameraman who'd "accidentally" grazed your waist every time he reached for a lens. Danny had paid you upfront. Had only really gotten mad at you not getting footage.

"Wait." The words tumble out before you could can stop them. "I'm—god, I'm sorry. I've been so unprofessional. You're not even the worst boss I've had this month, and I—"

"No, stop.” Danny runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks in flames. "I shouldn't have yelled. You're doing fine. I'm just..."

A muscle jumps in his jaw. "Got dumped by my high school girlfriend right before this trip. Holiday and family stuff's got me acting like a total dick. And I’m sorry."

The confession hangs between you, raw as the winter wind rippling through the hallways. Your eyes meet. You're looking in his eyes, tender, and you’re trying not to drown in them. And he’s looking at yours. And you swear he can hear your heart.

The elevator chimes and Danny suddenly stiffens, shoving his hands in his pockets

"Anyway. Not your problem."

The silence in the mirrored elevator is suffocating. You watch his reflection chew his lip, both of you pretending not to notice the other looking.

"I’ll take the couch," he says abruptly when the doors ding open.

"No, Danny, it's your room, and I’m not even finishing what you paid me for. I’m totally fine."

"Yeah, well, you don't want to sleep on that couch." A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips.

He opens the room door and immediately reaches for the thermal light.

The stains on the hotel couch glow neon purple. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they are. You both stare at them in horrified silence until he says, “I’m gonna be honest I don’t want to sleep on that either. I’ll take my chances with piss floor.”

"Let's just share the bed," you say. "It's a king. We can put some pillows in between us."

Your face burns the moment the words leave your mouth, and you can't bear to see his reaction. You grab your backpack from the floor and hurry into the bathroom, emerging minutes later in the silk pajama set you'd packed.

Danny is already sprawled on the bed, a neat line of pillows dividing his side from yours. He’s down to boxers and a threadbare t-shirt, the fabric riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. One arm is thrown dramatically over his eyes.

"Too tired to film," he grumbles. "Turn off the light and call it a day."

You flick the switch, plunging the room into darkness save for the faint glow of the emergency exit sign under the door. The bed dips as you slide under the covers, putting as much distance between you and the pillow barricade as possible.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of the old hotel creaking around you—the groan of pipes, the whisper of wind against the windows. Then, a sharp thud from somewhere down the hall.

You hear the sheets rustle, the dividing line depressed by his body, his head propped up by a hand, his eyes finding yours in the dark.

"...You heard that too, right?" His voice is tight.

"Yeah," you say, "Probably just the heating system."

Another thud. Closer this time.

Danny exhales sharply. "Cool. Right."

In the dim light, his profile is all sharp angles—jaw clenched, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he stares resolutely at the ceiling.

"You okay?" you ask softly.

"Peachy." His fingers dig into the comforter. "Just. You know. Ghosts."

A surprised laugh escapes you. "Danny Gonzalez is scared of ghosts? After a whole day proving they’re not real?"

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it. "I can handle —" Another creak from the hallway cuts him off, and he swears under his breath.

You hesitate, then slowly reach across the pillow divide, your fingers brushing his wrist. "Hey. Breathe. It’s just an old building."

His skin is warm under your touch. For a second, he doesn’t move—then his hand twists, his fingers lacing with yours. His eagerness to lean into your touch surprises you, and the action goes unmentioned by you both. You don’t understand his mind, but you let yourself feel this softness, whether it be purely because he’s scared or whether it’s because he’s really warming to you.

"...You’re really not freaked out?" he asks after a beat.

You shrug, even though he can’t see it. "I grew up in a house that made noises like this. Kind of comforting, honestly."

His grip on your hand relaxes slightly as he lays back down, your bodies closer, your fingers still intertwined. You're not sure if it’s his heart you’re hearing or your own.

Two hours pass. His breathing evens out, his thumb absently tracing circles against your knuckles until it stills completely. The weight of his hand in yours is heavy with sleep.

And now you’re hyper-aware of every inch of him—the heat of his body just a pillow’s width away, the way his shirt has ridden up further, revealing the faint trail of hair leading beneath his waistband. The soft, sleepy sound he makes when he shifts, his leg brushing against yours under the covers.

You stare up at the ceiling, painfully awake. You’re holding hands with Danny Gonzales in a potentially haunted hotel bed, and you're pretty sure you're going to spontaneously combust before sunrise. Your legs kick, your shoulders fidget, your breath huffs. You try and try to squeeze your eyes shut, willing sleep to come. But then—

"Every time I open my eyes," Danny murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion, "you're still awake. You okay?"

“Ghosts,” you say quickly. “I’m uh, scared.”

"Bullshit." His thumb strokes your knuckles, slow and deliberate. "You're not scared. You told me you're not scared."

This time his touch isn’t just him being scared. This time his fingers tightening around yours means something, but he’s confusing you so much you could cry. You can’t think of a response, your mind stuck on processing every cell aflame from his skin on yours.

"Tell me what you need."

"Need?" You swallow hard. "I don't need anything."

"Yeah, you do." His voice drops, rough as gravel. “Tell me."

Your pulse thrums in your throat.

"Fine. I need to know why you were such a jerk to me today. What you think of me, what you’re doing. You’re hot and cold, and you shut me out and bring me in– I mean, you’re holding my hand still and I just–"

"It's not rocket science." He exhales sharply. "Girlfriend broke up with me. First and only person l've ever been with. Now I'm doing the holidays alone, away from my family, away from the one person I thought would always be there."

His fingers tense against yours. "And then there's you-gorgeous, funny, charming, smarter than me, way out of my league-and I want you. And I’m out of practice and I know I can’t have you. So yeah. Not my proudest moment, but... surprised after all those film classes you didn’t figure that out."

Your heart stops. "Who said you couldn't have me?"

Danny laughs—a startled, breathless sound.

"That's what you got from all that?"

Heat floods your face. You're grateful for the dark.

Another beat of silence. Then, softer: "You still haven't told me what you really need."

Your body moves before your brain catches up. You roll over, facing him. The pillow barricade is long forgotten.

"You tell me," you whisper. "What do you think I need?"

Danny doesn't hesitate. He closes the distance between you in one smooth motion, his breath warm against your lips as he murmurs—

“Like your friend said. Rough, hot, anonymous sex.”

Your stomach drops. Oh god. He heard your phone call.

Before you can panic, his hand slides up your waist, fingers splaying over your ribs.

"Or," he adds, voice dipping lower, "I can be nice. If that's what you want."

You don't get a chance to answer.

His mouth crashes into yours in a heat you’ve never felt before. There’s a promise in the way his hungry hands are reaching for the hem of your silk pajama pants, a promise he’ll possess you in ways that will haunt you all the way home.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ello! Can I request Fnaf movie Mike meeting like a Homeless kid who lives in the pizzeria who gives him tips and tricks to survive headcanons? Basically to confuse the robots they like wear the head of a offbrand/prototype Crow animatronic? They just chill and goof around but remain out of sight from the famous man behind the slaughter and his daughter? :3

Ever since you've made Freddy Fazbear's Pizza into your "home", you quickly learned the ins and outs of the establishment.

You knew what times the animatronics automatically started their shows, where all the security camera blindspots were, how to make a pizza quick and easy, etc.

Above all else, however, you knew how to avoid those robots so they didn't try to make you like them.

Normally, they'd be protective over children--they weren't hostile because you were a homeless kid breaking in and living there.

It's the missing kids themselves.

They've visited your dreams, and every time it ends the same way: with Cassidy asking if you wanted to "join" them and getting frustrated when you refused.

You learned what happened to them and communicated via drawings for a while...until you accidentally broke something, which made them assume you were deliberately trying to destroy the place.

So you've been playing a sort of cat-and-mouse game since, often pranking them and thwarting their attempts to capture you, but never meaning anything ill by it.

If anything, they seem to like these little games, too.

After reading some old employee handbooks, you discovered that the animatronics have a programming glitch that makes them confuse humans for endoskeletons without suits on--and they'd use lethal ways to "fix" them.

Conveniently, you've found a costume head of a crow (likely from a partner of Freddy's or some ripoff brand) backstage, and after successfully tricking Foxy with it...you realized how helpful this could be to the security guards who've applied here and "vanished".

Fastforward to when you meet Mike, fully aware he's the next guard to possibly die (the last one got himself killed before you could even properly warn him in advance--not that he would have believed you anyways).

He's understandably concerned bc you're just a kid who's all alone here with no family, and given his trauma....he suddenly feels like he needs to protect you.

Instead, though, it's the opposite.

"Slide that toolbox in front of the floor vent."

He eyes you strangely, wondering why a kid was bossing him around. "...why?"

"Trust me."

The second Mike does that, he jumps as something starts growling and slamming against the vent's grates, clearly trying to get out and failing as it retreats soon after.

"What the hell was that??"

"Probably just rats." You innocently shrug. "Or Mr. Cupcake who seems especially hungry tonight."

"I'm sorry....the cupcake moves?"

You realize he's absolutely clueless, so you tell him about the animatronics and their routines, showing him the crow costume head.

He's impressed that you know so much about this place (like you were an employee), but he doesn't believe they're capable of doing any harm until later on.

When he brings Abby, you easily see through the facade they're all putting on for her, but you play along with their antics while building the pillow fort (although you avoid talking or looking at Vanessa, never trusting her nor the yellow rabbit your "friends" spoke of).

During the final night where you both rescue her from Chica, you urge Mike to use the crow mask to trick Bonnie and Freddy.

He was certain it'll never work.

They couldn't be that dumb....surely they'll know it's him trying to sneak backstage..

Plus the mask was stuffy and heavy, and he just think it's easier to taze them.

But at your insistence, he tries it on and is shocked when they stare at him for a moment, before continuing their scheduled "show", completely unaware of his ruse.

It does make him wonder how you figured that out all on your own..

[thenewestxmen]

I am convinced that Wade had a really hard adjustment when Logan came into his life.

After I called after Logan when we returned to my home universe, I welcomed him into that shitty apartment. The only thing I regret informing Logan of is that it was a one bed apartment with a pull out couch. The second I got home. I introduced Althea to Logan and Logan, Althea. That night as everyone was welcoming Logan, mini Logan, and I back home, I announced we would in fact be moving out. Al already sometimes pays rent, and her disability insurance and checks should cover her. Logan doesn’t have money so he will stay with me, at least until he scrapes up enough money or sobriety to get his own place. That night, Wolverine takes the floor. 

“You can take the bed, I can take the floor unless you’re feeing a little hot.”

“The floor will do fine.” He says in a firm voice. He’s pretty much too tired to argue or call me a bitch. 

As I lay awake, insomnia slapping me across my ugly nutsack of a face, weirdly the only thing I can think of is what Logan said in the Honda Odyssey. The few hours ago, Vanessa had come over, she started to brag about Dermot or whatever his name was. “You couldn’t save a relationship with a god damn stopper!” His voice rang in my ears. “Gimme the dog and talk to the girl.” He had said. What’s the point? Some boring guy at her workplace was able to land her and I couldn’t. Figures, when I met her I literally paid her to tolerate me. I have no clue why she stayed after that. I attempted to flirt, but honestly… I’m not interested. I know, I know. I was willing to go back in time to get her back when she died, I know I blew myself up too. But honestly, what is so great… not to sound rude, but honestly, I’m a world famous merc and literally unable to die, so messed up I got an amazing sense of humor. And she was a stripper and left me when things got a little rough. I chatted with her a bit at the homecoming party, but after that, my eyes wandered… to Logan. Aw shit. The guys is hot. Come one Wade, pull yourself together!

Now I’m laying on the pull out, he’s three feet from me, sleeping and snoring softly. But still even though I’m just now realizing how incredibly handsome he is, how perfect even, it’s not the first time I’ve felt attracted to him. In the void, he held my hand and decided to die with me to help me. But even after he did so, his hurtful words still ring in my ears. My stomach weirdly hurts, like a cold pit dropped down my throat. That when I realize my face feels hot, and burning teas stream down my face. This doesn’t often happen, or at least not usually when I’m insulted. But Logan’s words really hit me hard I guess, and just now, as the words sink in a bit more, they push and force the salty hot tears out of me.

“Hmm… Wade?” I hear from behind me. Logan woke up and heard me… quickly I wipe the tears and turn to face Logan, resting my head back on the pillow. I hope my face isn’t too red and puffy, even through the darkness and lighting my scars make.

“Sleeping soundly peanut?” I say in a sexual voice. Although my dumbass self forget that little Angelbaby has great senses. I can see it on his face. He smells my salty tears.

“Why the fuck are you crying?” Logan says in tired deep voice.

“Im not crying, it’s just the moonlight reflecting off of your sugary tits into my eyes, so they look all shiny.” I say, half assed excuse. Obviously he doesn’t buy it and gets up, walking over to me, and starts laying on the other side of the pull out. 

“What’s wrong bub.” Why the hell do people ask that question when I’m trying not to cry?! I just burst into tears. 

“You… I… I can’t do anything right… you’re stuck we me, in my own universe! In my shitty apartment, stuck with a nutsack faced fucking failure.” I say in gasps for breath. He just pulls me in, holding me for a moment as my chest hurts and strains. Everything’s a wreck, I don’t want this life. I don’t want to live forever, I don’t want to be a merc or car salesman, I don’t want to be depended on. Logan just hushes me.

“It’s alright…” he says. He’s awful at this comfort shit but his deep smooth voice and warm embrace is rather soothing. He allows me to cry, soaking his shirt. I cry until I’m trembling and my jaw and chest hurts. Even when I stop because of the pain, he holds me. Everything is a mess and I want everything to be all better. I’m moving and the Wolverine is depending on me for a place to live and I am a mess and can’t have a good relationship with anyone… the closest thing to one is with my blind elderly roommate who despises me. Logan rocks back and forth, hushing and humming. He will occasionally say, “it’s ok Wade…” or something. My chest starts to stop aching and I just let him hold me, letting my eyelids close. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow, and I’m not looking to finding out. Everything’s a mess, and it’s all my mess.

authors note: should I turn this into another fic series? This is going well, I think I could go off this into a series, idk. Sorry I didn’t post this earlier, it took a while to write this bcs I was busy.

[sigg-vbj]

Fan Video's

Bakugo didn’t usually waste time scrolling through social media—it wasn’t his style—but even he had those moments where boredom hit like a truck. Today was one of those rare days. Propped up on his couch, his phone in hand, he mindlessly swiped through random videos of heroes doing flashy crap. Most of it was predictable: same moves, same interviews, same dumb flashy quirk stunts.

Then a thumbnail caught his eye.

“Scarlet X’s Big Dog Moments”

The title alone made him pause. Vanessa had gone to America a few months back, and while he knew she was holding her own, he hadn’t really seen her in action over there. He tapped the video, the familiar fiery red 'X' in the thumbnail already intriguing him. What started as curiosity quickly turned into something he hadn’t expected.

The video opened with a bang—literally. Vanessa stood on the edge of a skyscraper, throwing up two middle fingers with her tongue out, looking like she owned the damn skyline. Then, without a second thought, she tipped back and free-fell like gravity was just a suggestion. The timing was perfect, the base of some heavy New York drill track dropping as the scene cut to her mid-air, cosmic red energy glowing around her like she was the queen of the world.

Bakugo blinked. "What the hell...?"

This wasn’t the Vanessa he’d seen at UA, calm and collected with that rare mischievous smirk. This was Scarlet X, fully in her element, showing off like a certified badass.

Whoever made this video wasn’t just good—they were a genius. The clips were fire, blending her coolest takedowns with moments that showed just how much of a presence she had on the streets of New York. Without realizing it, Bakugo hit follow on the account. Of course, it was one of his throwaway accounts—no way in hell would he let anyone know Dynamight was binge-watching fan videos of his... Vanessa.

Each clip had him more hooked than the last.

In one, she spun on her heel after flooring some villain and started Harlem shaking like she was on a stage at Madison Square Garden. "Aye! Aye! Aye!" she shouted, finishing the impromptu dance with a smooth spin and throwing up peace signs.

“Idiot,” Bakugo muttered, but he smirked, shaking his head.

Another video showed her going toe-to-toe with a muscle-bound villain twice her size. At first, she faked out a straight punch, then dodged under his swing before planting an uppercut so clean it looked like it came out of a comic book. The guy went flying, practically orbiting.

Bakugo burst out laughing. “Damn right, show ‘em who’s boss, Puffball.”

Then came the "GET OVER HERE!" moment. Facing the camera with a cocky grin, Vanessa turned and threw a glowing red X at a fleeing thief. The X latched onto his back, and with one sharp yank, she pulled the guy through the air like a ragdoll straight into her grip. The reference was crystal clear.

“Cheeky,” Bakugo muttered, letting out a snicker. "Where’s the fatality, huh?"

But the videos weren’t just goofy or flashy. There were moments where she was simply... Vanessa. Sitting on a stoop, eating a slice of pizza someone handed her as thanks. Floating in mid-air, her cosmic energy gently swirling around her, her face serene like she was meditating. Those clips were quieter, but they hit different. They showed the side of her that wasn’t just a hero but a person.

His smirk softened. His chest warmed a bit—annoyingly so. She wasn’t just Scarlet X; she was Vanessa. The girl who trained with him, roasted him for being too loud, and could take him down a peg without even trying. Seeing her like this, fully in her element, surrounded by fans, showing off for cameras without losing herself—it made him proud.

Bakugo scrolled to the comments.

User123: “Scarlet X is carrying the hero industry in NYC right now.” FanOfScarlet: “No way, she’s too good. That cosmic energy is insane.” ThrowawayGuy99: “I’m down bad for Scarlet X. She can punch me into the stratosphere any day.” DynamightFan47: “Scarlet X and Dynamight collab WHEN?”

His eyes twitched at the last one. He quickly commented on his favorite clip—the one with the uppercut—under his throwaway account.

TotallyNotDynamight: “Yeah, she’s badass. Don’t get used to it, though. She’s got competition.”

He snorted after hitting send. If Vanessa ever found out about this, she’d never let him live it down. But for now, he kept scrolling, rewatching the clips and feeling a rare sense of admiration—for her and her ability to own the spotlight like no one else could. End

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

Hii. Can you write something please where mike has a second younger sister she is older than Abby like 14 years and is allowed to go with mike to his work one day when Max babysits Abby because she wanted to know what he is doing and maybe help him with it but it ends Mike being alseep again and her getting bored and she looks around and Mike hears a screaming like in the movie with Abby only the reader is for real in danger and is scared and apologizes for running of later and Mike is able to protect her he manages to distract the animatronics and reader looks comfort in mike he will just be overly protective and comforting about her with hugging and stuff. Like Fluff and Angst please ^^. The reader is safe in the end as Mike and she doesn't understand what is happening why the animatronics can move and what they want but Mike protects her.

Dangerous things // Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: you accidentally almost die 🫤

Warnings: blood, cupcake,

A/N: of course I can write about that love! You're actually the first FNAF reqs i've had, i had a liiittllee trouble writing this but, i tried my best and i like the way this came out.

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You were currently babysitting Abby because max was buzy, you mainly sat in the living room watching cartoons with her.

You were curious about what goes on at Mike's job. You asked him if you could tag along when he got home that morning. He said no, thinking it was dangerous.

You called max after he left, and drove to his work and snook around, you didn't know how he didn't see you on the cameras. You found him asleep in his office, so you decided to explore.

You found the "showtime" button, and pressed it. (Stupid) and upon seeing you, an adult, the Animatronics went into kill mode, cupcake jumped at you, bitting your leg.

You screamed in pain, freddy then picked you up and threw you, which didn't mess up cupcake.

The impact on the floor knocked the breath out of you. Foxy ran by and slit open your bicep, all the way to your shoulder. You tried to shake off cupcake, but failed. They continued torturing you.

"AAHHH! GET OFF, AGHH! NO!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, (somewhat like when mike was bitten by cupcake)

Meanwhile with Mike, he heard screaming in his dream and woke up quickly, he ran out to find who was screaming. And upon seeing you laying on your back with cupcake bitting the living shit out of your leg, sitting in a pool of blood.

"MIKE, HELP! AHH, MIKE!" You screamed as he ran in, freddy tried to kill him but mike got him with his tazer, and helped take care of most, but he couldn't get bonnie and Chika.

He helped you up and ran to his office, you fell to the floor. Mike was holding your wounds. You pointed at the screens. Mike ran over to see what it was.

It was Bonnie and chika, with cupcake. They let cupcake go into the vents, Mike blocked it with his back. He used all of his strength to not let cupcake get to you.

Cupcake Eventually left. Mike returned to you, who was laying flat on your back in a pool of your blood.

He moved you to his lap, your head resting on his thigh. He pet your hair softly, "im sorry mike" you said through tears. "Its okay, youre gonna be ok. Dont worry, i got you" he reassured you in a tight hug. "Dont worry, i got you. Ill protect you"

He slowly let you down, running quickly he ran and got supplies, and called Vanessa. (I ship them so hard)

She arrived while he was wrapping you up, he didn't even let her touch you for a while since you were both panicking.

She helped Mike wrap you up while he had you in his lap, supporting your upper body. He played with your hair while whispering words of comfort.

They got you to a hospital where you stayed for a few hours, before Mike got you home with a broken leg, but sadly he had to go back to work. When he returned home he saw you hadn't moved since he last saw you.

It was a pretty long recovery but, Mike and Abby helped you through it. They were both very supportive when you were recovering.

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A/N: i hope i didn't forget anything in this reqs. I hope you liked it ☺️

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[trashyswitch]

Day 28: Spooked

Mike is trying to clean up the pizzeria. But while he's doing so, he begins to notice something hiding in the darkness. But...right when he feels he has control over the situation, Freddy pulls a fast one that he could never have expected.

Here, have a FNAF Movie fanfic! Hope you all enjoy!

Michael was taking his time sweeping up the glass and debris leftover from the break-in the day before. Vanessa had already reprimanded him for the break-in, even though the break-in hadn’t been his fault. He swore that he locked the door earlier that morning…And now, he was reaping the consequences of ‘his doing’. 

Michael sweeped the glass into the dustpan, and threw it into the garbage. He sweeped up more glass that came from the arcade machines, and threw it into the garbage. Continuing to clean up, Michael would notice little shadows as he cleaned. But most of the time, he was too busy cleaning to pay it much mind. He had a job to do, and seeing shadows wasn’t out of the ordinary when it came to a place like this. 

But one little shift past the corner of his eye, made him look over. He thought he saw something, and had to look. What was that? Why was it so fast? Was it the perpetrator who trashed the pizzeria? If so, what the heck was the person still doing here?! Why hadn’t they left?! 

Michael sighed and tried to continue cleaning up. As much as he was anticipating something, he still needed to finish his work. He put the dustpan down and went back to just sweeping the floors and getting the extra glass off the machines. But then he saw something move past the stage…and THAT caught his attention. He stared at the stage for a moment, and slowly leaned the broom against one of the arcade machines. He walked closer to the stage, and walked to the room that the being may have headed to. Sensing there might’ve been something behind the door, Michael slowly made himself up to the door, and knocked. “Hello?” He called. 

There was no answer. 

He knocked again, hoping for some sort of answer. “Hello?” he called again. “Anyone there?” He asked next. 

But again, there was no answer. 

But Michael did notice something: A shadow moving behind him, making a dark shadow move against the door. Michael widened his eyes for a moment, and spun around to look. “Who’s there?” He called. He looked over to the stage, and over to the arcade. Somehow, the person (or thing) moved past with such speed, it was almost inhuman. As he got closer, he noticed a shadow still standing there. “Hey…” Michael spoke up. “Who are you?” He asked. 

The being was still. It refused to move, let alone speak up. 

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Michael tried to tell the shadow, expecting it to be a person. But as Michael would quickly realize, this being was NOT human…

He cautiously moved a little closer, growing a little nervous. The shadow moved a little closer as well, its eyes staring intently at Mike. The shadow looked…bear-shaped…and gigantic too. He watched as the shadow finally walked into the light. 

Holy crap…This is one of the animatronics! 

Michael widened his eyes and stared at the large animatronic. Its blue eyes stared right through him, almost like the animatronic was scanning him. 

“S-So…” Mike tried to think for a moment. “...Nice weather we have here…” He muttered, before quickly shaking his head. “Not that you would’ve seen it, but…It’s cool…quite dark out…” He told the animatronic. 

The animatronic’s eyes opened a little more, almost responding to Mike with its eyes alone. It stared at Mike, tilting its head to the right…It was almost like the bear was trying to figure out how to respond to such a random statement. 

Suddenly, the animatronic straightened its neck and opened its jaw…and a child’s giggling sound left its mouth! Now, Mike knew these animatronics were…haunted. But…Was this a pre-recorded sound of kids’ laughter? Or…was this the ghost child laughing at him? Either way…Mike felt a slight bit of…something similar to relief. 

Something about the child’s laughter…made a hesitant, small smile grow onto his face. “You…You found that funny?” He asked. 

The bear animatronic actively moved its head up and down, nodding to him. 

Mike’s fears slowly began to calm down again. “Oh…Alright.” Mike responded. “Uhhh…” He stood there, thinking for a second. “Do…Do you like jokes?” Mike asked. 

The animatronic stood there, and stared at Mike. It tilted its head, and looked to the side, almost as if thinking to itself. Soon, the bear looked forward to Mike and nodded its big head. 

Mike let out a breath and thought for a moment. “Alright…” He tried to think of a joke. “Why did the dog cross the road twice?” Mike asked the bear. 

The animatronic looked to the side for a moment, before shrugging its shoulders. 

“To fetch a boomerang.” Mike replied, smiling a bit. 

The animatronic’s eyes widened slightly, as if it understood the joke. A couple seconds later, more child-like giggles filled the room. 

Mike’s smile widened slightly, relieved that the kid actually found the joke funny. “Alright…” He lowered his head. “Hmm…” He tried to think of another one. “Why can’t cats finish watching movies?” Mike asked. 

The animatronic’s mouth widened slightly, before shrugging its shoulders again. 

“Because they couldn’t resist pressing the ‘paws’ button.” Mike told her, chuckling a small bit at that one. 

The animatronic widened its eyes again, as another little fit of giggles left the animatronic’s voice box. 

“Okay, okay…You like the typical jokes, then…” Mike said aloud. 

The animatronic lifted its hand up, and pointed to itself. “Uhh…” Mike tilted his head. “You…You wanna tell a joke?” Mike asked him. 

The animatronic nodded its head. 

“Alright. Go ahead.” Mike told it. 

The animatronic looked to the side to think for a moment…before looking forward and opening its mouth. A kid's voice suddenly left the animatronic’s mouth! “Did you hear about the rib that became a comedian?” The child’s voice asked. 

Mike was a little thrown off by the kid's voice at first…but slowly, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “No.” 

The animatronic tilted its head to the side as the little kid's voice responded. “It had some rib-tickling jokes!” The kid told him, giggling a little. 

Mike smiled slightly, chuckling a tiny bit. It was a good joke…but evidently worse than any of the jokes he had told. But not wanting him to feel bad, Mike smiled a little wider. “Good one.” He told the bear. 

The bear’s eyes widened for a moment, before slowly narrowing at him…almost as if the animatronic was suspicious of his response. 

Sensing something was about to happen, Mike quickly tried to take control of the situation. “D-Do you have any more good jokes?” Mike asked. 

But ultimately, this question would be left unanswered as Mike was immediately picked up by its arms, and lifted off the ground. 

“aaAAH!” Mike gasped and stared at the animatronic, visibly shocked. The animatronic’s eyes narrowed at him, as its jaw opened slightly. It looked like the animatronic was gonna put him into its mouth and chomp him down whole. “Put me down!” He wiggled around in the animatronic’s arms. “PLEASE PUT ME DOWN!” 

But the animatronic didn’t put him down. Mike, fearing the worst, squeezed his eyes shut and braced for impact. The animatronic looked absolutely determined to make him suffer and cry...  

Or so he thought…cause at his most fearful moment, Mike suddenly opened his eyes as he felt the fat fingers of the animatronic push against his upper ribs. 

Oh god no…Mike instinctively gasped and held his breath. It tickles so much…This isn’t good…

Mike opened one eye, and tried his best to speak up. “W-Whatareyou- aAh- D-Doing?!” Mike yelled, shaking his head. 

The animatronic’s jaw opened slightly, before the familiar echo of the little kid’s giggles filled the room. 

Mike opened both his eyes wide, and stared at the animatronic. And oh boy, Mike did NOT like the sound of THAT! 

If having younger siblings taught him anything, it was how the mischievous giggles of children should sound…And having had 2 siblings — one dead and one currently alive — Mike knew that sound way too well! Those were mischievous giggles! And this animatronic was pushing against his ribs on purpose! 

Was…was the animatronic trying to ti- 

“gaAAHAHAHA! NO-NOOHOHO DAHAhahaha!” Mike’s thought process was quickly interrupted by his own shocked laughter. The brutal animatronic had moved its fingers slightly down to tickle him further! And Mike was NOT ready for that new sensation! It was so strong and so tickly, it just made the laughter explode from his lungs! “SHIHIHIT STAHAP! IHIHihihit’s SOHOHO BAD!” Mike shouted. 

“Coochy coochy coo~!” The little kid's voice suddenly spoke up. 

Oh that little- 

Mike squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the butterflies fill his stomach. Oh god no…

“Tickle tickle tickle, security guard~” 

“No-no-no-no-NOHOhohohooo!” Mike whined rather helplessly. The poor man shook his head as the butterflies filled his stomach even more. And gosh, even the butterflies were beginning to mercilessly tickle him! “Plehehehease stahahahap! Ihihi’m behehegging yohohou!” He pleaded. 

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~” The kid’s voice kept teasing him. 

Mike lowered his head and went limp. He was getting really tired of kicking and squirming…There was just no point! The animatronic had him, and was exploiting the age-old weakness every human has! How is he ever gonna get out of this?! Is this how he’s gonna die?!

On one hand, he was silently thanking the animatronic for not killing him right then and there. Given the animatronic’s size and demeanor, he assumed that the animatronic was perfectly capable of killing him on the spot. But on the other hand…Tickling?! Tickling of all things?! I mean, I guess this animatronic was meant for children, and tickling is innocent enough. But how in the hell did this animatronic quickly identify his one weakness?! And so quickly?! Usually it takes a good 15 minutes to find his tickle spots! The only reason Abby could ever get him laughing in seconds, was because she knew his tickle spots like the back of her hand! She knew exactly how to press his buttons in just the right way, to both annoy him and amuse him all at once. 

“Ahanybody! Somebohody! Hehehehelp!” Mike shouted out. 

“Alright, alright. I think that’s enough, Freddy.” Someone said behind him. Suddenly, the tickling stopped! The finger had moved away from his ribs! He could finally breathe and rest! Mike took in as much air as he could, before coughing some of it out. God, he was tired…That tickling tuckered him out! Physically, mostly. Mentally? He was super wide awake. It felt like he had 5 cups of coffee-worth of energy inside him. 

“Put him down, Freddy.” The voice told him. 

Mike let out a breath of relief as he recognized the voice. It was the police officer…thank god. Mike tensed up slightly as Freddy lowered him back down to the ground. When his feet hit the ground, Freddy let go of him, and added a surprisingly gentle headpat to his head. Though the head pat somewhat scared Mike at first, it also felt…slightly nice? What is up with him!? 

“You okay, Mike?” The police officer asked him. 

Mike nodded his head. “Yeah…Ihi’m good.” He said, mentally cursing as he let a giggle slip. “Thank you…” He told her. 

“You’re welcome, giggles.” Vanessa responded, smirking as she snuck a couple tickles against his side. Mike jumped and giggled a bit, further confirming the validity of that nickname. But when Vanessa patted his shoulder and laughed it off, Mike smiled and let himself calm down. 

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The Broken Fan - Chapter 6

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Jensen and I face some hardships that shouldn't have occured, and he gives me a wonderful surprise.

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of physical assault, descriptions of physical assault/fight, swearing, mentions of injury and blood.

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Jensen's POV

The auditorium was filled with people who were cheering and screaming my name, but the only sound that came out clearly was that of my own heart pounding loudly in my ears, like a heavy drum or the rain beating on a window pane.

The memories of our previous conversation was on loop in my mind, the excitement nearly overtaking my body. I couldn't wait. But it was also terrifying at the same time, maybe more in a good way.

You know when you go to the fair and you see a ride you really want to go on, but the fear nearly talks you out of it? Your hands shake, your legs feel like jello, your heart almost skips right out of your chest and for a second you feel like you can't do this, you just want to leave, run away screaming, hide.

But whenever you finally get on that ride and it starts, the fear starts to dissipate and turn into adrenaline instead. Your grimace turns into a smile, screams into laughter, fear into fun.

That's what I was feeling. So excited, but so fucking scared of the uncertainty. What if it goes wrong? What if I ruin her? What if she ruins me?

Sitting next to my best friend, I couldn't help but wonder what he would think of all this. Was I being crazy? Was this too fast?

Either way, if this was wrong, than I never wanted to be right.

Back to me

It's only been an hour and a half since Jensen left for the panel but I already missed him with every fibre of my being. Was he thinking of me too? Was he okay?

I had to admit, as soon as he left I felt like I was suffocating. I couldn't understand how this is real life, how this is happening to me out of all people. Why would he ever want me this way?

My thoughts were heading straight into overdrive as I sat there, alone, and I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to get out of this stuffy hotel room, away from the silence and the scent of him that drove me crazy.

Quickly grabbing my purse, I headed down the hallway to the elevators, thanking Jensen ahead of time for having a private floor so I wouldn't be caught by any superfans up here.

I wasn't ashamed in any form, but I knew how it already looked by us being together, and I haven't even spoken to him about how this could affect our personal lives when word gets out. I couldn't do that to him, so I'd be as careful as could be.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, my chest tightened with anxiety. Fans were everywhere, crowding around the lobby, nearly pressed into each other. I checked the time and realized quickly why, the panel just ended and Jensen was going to be signing soon.

I walked around sheepishly as I stared at the booths set up, trying to stay calm in the sea of voices and screams. I never really was good with crowds of people, and this... well this was my nightmare.

Suddenly, a warm feeling rushed over me, one that I've only ever felt when Jensen was around. The exact same feeling I had when he stared at me from the stage on the day we met.

I lifted my head up as my eyes scanned the room, falling straight onto my person. He was standing at the back of the room in front of his table, a wide smile spread across his face as he waved gently. I smiled and waved back before walking towards where he was.

I was so distracted by his eyes on mine, I didn't notice the same two girls from the other day approaching me from behind. I didn't notice Jensen's smile fading as he tried to move, but was asked to sit down.

Vanessa's rough grip on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts as she spun me towards herself and Amber. They smirked mischievously and I returned with a roll of my eyes, sick of their drama and pettiness.

"Y/N, Wow I didn't expect you to be back after you completely embarrassed yourself in front of Jensen yesterday." She stated smugly.

I laughed underneath my breath and turned to continue walking towards Jensen's tables, as I called out over my shoulder, "The only one embarrassing themselves is you, sweetie."

I was so close to him, only a few feet away but Vanessa wouldn't let up. She grabbed me once again and pulled me closer to her. "Are you one of those crazy fans? The ones that try to pry their way into Jensen's life?"

I scoffed in response, "Not that it's any of your business but you have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really?" She hissed, as she pulled her phone from her purse, a picture of Jensen and I at the bar last night facing me. I swallowed hard and kept my eyes down, avoiding giving any information out.

"Explain this than."

I yanked my arm from her grip and backed up, "I don't owe you anything, leave me alone Vanessa."

I managed to walk away and get closer to the table, my eyes catching Jensen's worried and concerned expression spread across his face. I offered a reassuring smile, hoping that he could relax and have a good time, he didn't need to worry about this, not now.

I took a deep breath as I tried to push the anxiety out, but as soon as I felt her standing behind me, my nerves only grew. I rolled my eyes and turned towards her, "Listen Vanessa, I understand that your obsessed with Jensen, maybe a little too much, but your not his mother. You aren't his type either so maybe just worry about yourself rather than worry about an actor that doesn't even know you exist."

With that, I turned towards Jensen and gave him a smile before walking back towards the elevator, but unfortunately only made it two steps before a rather large impact hit my back and I quickly fell to the floor.

I turned on my back and before I could react, Vanessa jumped on top of me and started throwing punches, one after another. I held my hands up to block the hits but the little bitch was quick, she threw punch after punch before somebody finally tried to pull her off of me.

I could feel my face bleeding as she kept hitting, kept fighting to attack me, for god knows what reason. I could have easily defended myself, hell I've had fights with people three times bigger than her, but this was Jensen's convention I wasn't going to stoop to her level, I wasn't going to cause a scene here, not in Jensen's place.

Her weight was lifted off of my body and a breath of relief filled my lungs when I realized security pulled her off. My head lulled back onto the floor as I tried to keep calm, praying that I didn't look as bad as I felt.

I turned to face Jensen who was standing only a few feet away, a deep look of heartbreak and desperation covering his face. He tried to come closer, but another security guard had their hand up, blocking him from leaving. I watched as he leaned closer, whispering something to the woman before he disappeared out of my vision.

She came closer to me, slowly helping me stand from my spot before grabbing my arm to lead me out. I was convinced she was kicking me out when she brought me down the hallways to a securely locked door, but when I looked at her with surprise and she offered nothing but a reassuring smile, I figured out what Jensen told her.

Before I knew it, we walked through a door with his name on it and I was in a room that looked like a lounge. She kindly helped me sit before offering to clean my wounds but I politely declined, all I wanted was to see Jensen. He would help me.

She left as soon as he walked in and he stilled at the sight of me up close. A look of dread and heartbreak covered his face as he rushed over to my side, crouching in front of me. "Jesus honey, are you alright?"

I nodded sadly and shrugged, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

He shook his head and leaned upwards, laying a deep kiss to my temple. "Don't apologize." He reassured as he grabbed a towel to clean the blood off, "Why didn't you hit her back?"

"Because I knew if I did, in the long run that would look horrible on you. If we ever became public people would know me as the girl who got in a fight at the convention. That's not fair to you."

He scoffed as he gently wiped the blood from my eyes. "So you just took a bunch of hits to protect my image?"

"Yes." I stated as I shoved his hand down, "And I would do it again in a heartbeat Jensen. I've been hit before, it's no big deal."

He flinched as soon as the words left my mouth and his head dropped, the image of me ever being hit tearing at his soul.

He shook his head and sighed deeply, "Sweetie, I appreciate what you were trying to do but I want you to defend yourself when somebody hurts you, I don't want to be the reason you get the shit beaten out of you."

I smiled and leaned closer to him, reaching my hand to his chin and bringing it up to face me, "Trust me, in another place I would have kicked her ass but not in a convention-your convention, not when we are about to start our life together."

He frowned as the towel dropped in his lap, his head falling slightly. Guilt filled me as I watched how sad and broken he looked, "Listen, I know you don't understand. But I promise, I'm fine. If I felt like that bitch was going to kill me, I would have 100% defended myself but I knew she was pissed off and was going to get stopped by security, and she did."

"I just..." He whispered, "I hate the idea that you have been hit before, and especially seeing it for myself today. I wish I could have helped."

"I know Jensen. But the way I've grown up, I've had to learn how to defend myself. I know how to handle it and when not to say or do anything. Today, I shouldn't have said anything but I did because she was insulting us. That was my bad so whatever happened after that was my-"

His face shot up as a stern look appeared on his face, "Don't you dare say it was your fault."

I couldn't help but smile at the protective side of Jensen, it was hot and cute at the same time and it made my heart melt knowing he cared this much about me.

"I promise I'm okay." I spoke softly, leaning closer to him.

"Okay." He smiled softly. "I trust you."

"Okay, well you have to get back out there before the fans start busting down the doors trying to find you."

A whole hearted laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head at me, "I will but first let me clean you up."

The room was filled with a comfortable silence as he worked on getting the blood off of me, occasionally placing bandages on the bigger areas that were still bleeding, and by the time he was done, I knew I was even more in love with him than I've ever been.

He smiled and leaned closer, capturing my lips with his in a passionate and meaningful way. I smirked against him as he seperated, standing to help me up off the couch and into his arms tightly.

“Okay I should go.” He sighed, walking back towards the door but stopping before he could turn the knob. “I’ll be back soon. Can you try not to get punched by any more crazy fan girls while I’m gone?”

A loud giggle escaped my mouth as I rushed towards the door, leaning on my tiptoes to peck his lips over and over. I couldn’t get enough of him. I smirked and pulled away, “I’ll try but no promises. Being with you might mean I piss off more people than intended.”

A loud chuckle filled his throat as he shook his head and I swore I’ve never heard something so beautiful in my life. He winked before opening the door and quickly shutting it behind him, leaving me in the room to wait patiently, if I could do that.

It’s been a good two hours since he left and the separation was already tearing at my soul. It was ridiculous, I should be able to get through a few hours without him, I lived years without even knowing him. What the hell kind of hold did he have on me.

I walked towards the mirror and froze at my reflection, laughing lightly at the site of the bruises and cuts all over my face. I’ll definitely give her this, for a small girl she could really hit.

It amazed me more than pissed me off, the fact that I allowed somebody like her to even try to hurt me like that, was a shock itself.

I’ve been in a few fights in my lifetime, I mean you kind’ve have to be ready for one when your living on the street and the more I ran into people who wanted to start something, the more I learned about self defence.

I wasn’t an animal, I didn’t want to fight or even learn how to, but being a young woman living in a car I’d occasionally run into the stray drunk men who didn’t want to take no for an answer, and local crackheads who wanted to steal my home.

And not once have I ever let somebody attack me or say the things they’ve said about somebody I cared about without hitting back but Jensen was worth it. He was worth everything.

A ping on my phone interrupted my thoughts and an instant smile erupted on my face when I saw his name.

>>Meet me in the back alley in 10 mins, I have a suprise for you.<<

My heart was pounding as I stared at the message, a deep confusion spreading throughout me.

I’ve never gotten a surprise before and the idea of Jensen sneaking around planning something for me, well it made me feel like an excited little girl on her birthday.

I made my way out the hallways and found the exit, stepping outside before my eyes fell on him. He smiled and pushed himself off the wall, towards a large item hidden underneath a tarp.

“What’s going on?” I smiled nervously as he led me towards the covered mystery. His smile was bright and filled with joy as he led me towards the mystery present, hands holding mine tightly in his own.

“You know how yesterday you told me that you had no life here except for me? Well, I realized that this wasn’t the full truth. You do have a life here. One that you can bring with us.”

I titled my head quizzically before he moved towards the tarp and pulled it off, instantly filling me with shock. I gasped as I backed up, tears filling my eyes at my most prized possession. The home I thought I lost.

My car.

My eyes darted between my baby and him as I struggled to find the words. “Jensen… what did you… How did you…?”

He chuckled and stepped closer, hands resting on my shoulders to bring me back to earth. “Amber. When I went back to the signing, she came up to the counter and apologized for Vanessa, than she told me that she was the one who called the tow truck because Vanessa made her. I asked her what type of car, got the info and sent one of my handlers to go get it for you.”

The tears started rushing down my cheeks as I realized how much I really adored this man. He didn’t have to do this and he knew it, but he wanted to. This had to be the most thoughtful action somebody’s ever shown me.

“Jensen..” I whispered as I leaned my head against his chest, holding him tightly against me. “Thank you..”

He nodded, a gentle yet firm kissed pressed on top of my head as his arms tightened around me. “Of course. I know she’s a big part of your life, and she was your home before you met me, so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to take a road trip back home tomorrow. It’s a long drive so of course only if your up to it. We could always get her shipped out to Texas.”

My smile spread across my lips as I lifted my head to face him, “I’d love that.”

He leaned down gently before pushing his lips against mine, slowly leading me against the wall. My back was pressed as his hand move to my cheek, deepening the kiss with such love and passion I was seeing stars.

A loud clang interrupted our movements, and we quickly stood straight, trying to focus on where the source came from.

His face dropped when he noticed, his hand moving to my arm to grab mine and pull me away. I froze when I spotted what he was staring at, Vanessa.

Jensen tugged on my arm and I shook my head before pushing him gently behind the car to hide him away from her sight. I leaned against the wall and shook my head, “What do you want?”

She scoffed and stepped closer, inches away from me. “You got me kicked out of the convention you bitch.”

I all but laughed as I kicked off the wall, standing directly in front of her. “I actually didn’t do anything, your the freak who jumped me in the middle of the room.”

“Yeah! Because you are some sort of stalker fan girl who tricked their way into Jensen’s life. You have to be an idiot if you’d ever think he’d fall for a ugly homeless chick like you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, footsteps started approaching us and I sighed. Clearly Jensen heard enough and was about done with this conversation, as was I.

The look on her face when she spotted him was nearly hysterical, yet aggravated me to the core. She was staring at him with such fake love in her eyes and it drove me crazy. She thought she loved him but she didn’t know a single thing about him, she didn’t have what we did.

“Actually Vanessa” I spoke, interrupting her trance. “He fell for me without even knowing I was homeless. Your attempt to break us apart has failed, it only brought us closer together.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes as she pushed passed me, nearly knocking me on my ass. I bit my tongue in anger as I watched her step inches from Jensen, her hand coming to his chest. “Jensen, I can offer you so much more than this piece of trash, dump her and let me show you how happy I could make you.”

Before Jensen could react or even respond, I lost my cool. I rushed towards her, my arm wrapping around her waist as I spun her to the ground. She fell on her knees and looked up at me with such anger and aggression I nearly felt bad for her.

She quickly stood and came closer until she was merely inches from my face and I instantly knew where this was going. I’ve been in this situation before and the two things I learned were to never show fear, and never back down.

Jensen grabbed my hand and shook his head, “No, this isn’t happening. C’mon.” He tried to pull me away but before we knew it, Vanessa jumped on top of me and pulled me to the ground, just like she did inside the hotel.

Jensen tried to jump in but my hand quickly rested on his leg, pushing him back. The last thing we need is for her to claim assault against him because he was defending me. No, this was my fight and I was going to end it.

I let her get a hit in before my arm came up behind her head, swinging her downwards until she fell directly beside me, causing me to jump on her and lay one hard hit onto her face. I stood up quickly and walked back to Jensen, nearly laughing at the way Vanessa was staring into space with such a confused look on her face.

I leaned closer to her and sighed, “You know why Jensen chose me? Because I don’t act like a crazy fucking bitch like you do. I don’t attack fans based on the fact that they got closer to the man they think they love. You don’t know him, I know him. The only damn reason I let you beat the shit out of me in there was because that was his territory, his place. It wasn’t mine to cause a scene, but you did that yourself. The only reason why I haven’t completely kicked your ass right here and now is because you are not worth it. So get over it. Get over the fact that Jensen fell in love with me and not with you and god damn it Vanessa, grow the fuck up.”

She stayed silent, a look of anger and defeat on her face as she stood from her spot and walked away, leaving us alone in the empty alley.

As soon as she left, I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding in, and swayed against the wall, head resting against the brick to try and keep my composure.

Jensen's hand immediately came to my shoulder as waves of adrenaline shook me to my core. His hand rubbed gently, easing some of the nerves I was still holding onto.

"Are you okay?" He spoke gently.

I shook my head and turned towards him, tears threatening to pour out at any second. "I will be."

His eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked me up and down, "Did she hit you hard?"

"No, that was just.. really scary." My voice cracked as the tears started to fall.

For a second he looked surprised and it nearly made me laugh, but also made me feel so stupid. His arms pulled me closer into his chest and I breathed him in, the scent of his cologne relaxing me in a way I didn't know could happen.

"I didn't know you were scared baby."

I nodded against his chest, "Of course I was scared, I'm not a heartless monster. I hate fighting. I just do it because I have to, but you never know how it's going to end until it's done, and when it's finally finished, god it shakes you."

He nodded understandably as his lips pressed deep onto my forehead, hands rubbing my back in reassurance that he was here and I could finally breathe easily.

The silence was comforting and relaxing in a strange way, the sound of his heartbeat in my ear calmed my tense muscles and I swore I could just live in this moment with him forever.

His chin rubbed against my head as he sighed contently, lifting to take a look at my state. He smiled gently when he noticed the relaxed look across my face, a kiss being pressed gently against my lips. "Are you okay now?"

I nodded, "Mhm, i'm good. Thanks Jensen."

He broke the distance first, backing up and grabbing my hand tightly in his before he stopped to turn towards me, "I do.... you know?"

I stared back quizzically which made him chuckle, a deep red colour spreading across his freckled cheeks.

"Love you... You told Vanessa that I fell in love with you. I think you were saying that to piss her off but you know I do right?"

My heart pounded in my ears and I could feel the blood rushing to my head as those three words I haven't heard before fall from his lips. He... loved me?

"You do?" I questioned nearly inaudibly.

He nodded and this time he was the one who was filled with anxiety, he was the one who was scared. I smiled wide and jumped in his arms, loud laughter erupting from both of us.

"I love you too Jensen."

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Like, comment & reblog -feedback is my fuel ❤️

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Lore about Malware and Venus’s relationship, Venus’s story, etc. (WARNING: HELLAVERSE MENTIONS!)

So I’m going to explain the lore about Venus’s personal life and her story, her and Malware’s relationship, etc. Buckle up since it’s going to be a crazy one.

1. Venus’s backstory and background (both past and present):

(For Present)

So Venus is Malware’s wife (in case you’re wondering, Venus is an oc so keep that in mind) and the Queen of Galvan B (yes, I have a headcanon that Galvan Prime and Galvan B has a kingdom, note: THIS IS AN AU)

(For Past)

Venus was also a former Overlord and ex-wife of Valentino’s, she was the overlord of Poison and Acid. She also was a former member of the Vee’s and was friends with Vox and Velvette. She also used to own Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious’s souls until she quit her status as an Overlord.

(Her Overlord look BTW)

2. Venus’s backstory

Venus grew up in a very wealthy household and is of Greek and Romanian heritage. She mainly grew up in 1950's Boston with her mom being a stay-at-home mom and her dad worked in landscaping. Venus was an only child and the three were one happy family. Venus started helping out with her dad's landscaping business once she got into her teenage years and early 20's. She met Valentino at one of the company's galas and they both immediately hit it off, both of them were 19 at the time. Sadly because of how fast it went, Venus's family did not approve and that drove Venus to move out. At 20, she got engaged to Val and since their engagement, she knew 4 languages (Greek, Romanian, English, and Spanish) everything was going well until the 1970’s when Valentino passed away just months before their wedding. After Val’s passing, she moved back to Boston for a couple years and moved back in with her family to help save up money for college. At 25, she moved to NYC to go to university and things were going well, she got a bachelor’s and master’s degree in animal biology and graduated top of her class. Until in 1989, when she went snake hunting for a research assignment, she got bit by a viper on her arm, she then made a run for it and called park rangers for help. While the park rangers were comforting her and putting pressure to her wound while waiting for help to arrive, she was slowly fading. She sadly died upon arrival at the hospital, Venus was only 38 years old at the time. Her family was devastated when they learned about Venus’s passing.

3. Venus’s arrival at Hell

After passing away, Venus reincarnated as a Viper demon with viper scales on the same arm that had the snake bite wound, and upon arrival, she reunited with Valentino and they both got married and had 3 triplet girls. Upon her getting her own status as an Overlord, with her being the Overlord of Acid and Poison, she opened up a factory where they made poison and acid on her floor of the V tower. She would also join the Vee’s and meet Vox (this was before Velvette joined). She would also meet Angel Dust at Valentino’s studio. Months after Velvette joined the Vee’s, Valentino and Venus had 3 triplet daughters (Vaeda, Valentina, and Vanessa, and they would be known as the V sisters). From there, things would go downhill sadly.

(This is them BTW, in the left is Valentina, the middle triplet, the oldest triplet is Vaeda and the youngest triplet is Vanessa, I made the order depending on when the Vees died)

4. Venus’s life with the Vees (MASSIVE TW!)

When Venus was living with them, Valentino would always treat her like a toy, the same way he would with Angel Dust, and he would always also take out his anger onto her, both physically and verbally. Valentino would also take his anger out on the triplets, even when they’re trying to protect their mom. Both Vox and Velvette joined in on tormenting her and Venus’s life, before she knew it, became a living nightmare. By then, she ended up adopting a pet cobra named Aspen after finding him all alone. He quickly became Venus’s emotional support pet and acted like a guard pet as well.

5A. How Venus met Malware

Venus and Malware met at one of Beezlebub’s parties. At the time, Malware was going through a lot of stress due to Azmuth forcing him into an arranged marriage. Venus, on the other hand, was struggling with her mental health due to her relationship with Valentino and was considering a divorce and questioning life. After she laid her eyes on Malware, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Malware also felt the same thing, but Azmuth remained firm and still wanted Malware to marry the bride Albedo chose for him and he did not approve of Venus.

5B. How Malware met Destiny

So Albedo matched Malware with a potential bride (Destiny) months before Malware met Venus. Destiny had the brains, the looks, and the skills and her father was the commander of the kingdom’s army. From there, Albedo and Azmuth knew that Destiny was the perfect fit for Malware and matched her with him and knew she’ll make a great queen and can see her ruling the Galvan B kingdom with Malware.

(This is her BTW)

5C. How Venus and Malware’s relationship got discovered

The day before Malware and Destiny’s wedding, Malware snuck Venus into the kingdom and they were hanging out and they were about to kiss when Azmuth caught them. This drove Malware and Azmuth to have a big argument. Azmuth then ordered that Venus be locked up and both Venus and her pet cobra Aspen were locked up in the kingdom’s dungeon.

5D. The wedding

Before the wedding started, Destiny admitted to Malware that she had been seeing someone else and apologized for leading him on due to how much stress the arranged marriage gave both of them. Sadly, with Azmuth putting a bunch of pressure on him, Malware made his arranged marriage with Destiny official. He was heartbroken having to give in and say goodbye to Venus.

5E. The relationship

After they got married, they had a baby girl named Cassandra. Malware was still thinking about Venus and missed her a lot. Thanks to Azmuth only caring about the family image, the relationship went too fast and it didn’t work out. After only 6 months, Malware filed for divorce and both of them shared custody but Cassandra mainly stays with Malware but visits Destiny every once in a while

(This is Cassandra BTW)

6. Malware saving Venus from Valentino

One day when Malware was about to take Venus out on a date while Cassandra was visiting Destiny, Malware witnessed Valentino lashing out at Venus after she was caught cheating on him with Malware. Venus then had enough and filed for divorce from Valentino and left the Vees and shut down her factory.

7. Venus and Malware eloping

With Dr. Psychobos and Khyber’s help, Venus and Malware eloped and they both temporarily stayed in the Hazbin Hotel and Venus and the V sisters moved in with Malware and Cassandra. Valentina was the only one out of the V sisters who didn’t accept Malware and Cassandra as her new family. Azmuth then learned about the marriage and had no choice but to give them his blessing.

8. Their lives after eloping and Venus becoming queen

Venus ended up quitting her status as an Overlord to be Galvan B’s queen full time. Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious’s deals were over and they got their souls back. Malware and Venus had 3 kids (Christina first, Serena second, and Sakura last). However, Valentino, on the other hand, didn’t take the divorce very well and was harassing Venus and Malware non-stop. He didn’t even bother to pay child support and he owes $2.9 million in child supports. Vox and Velvette also beefed with Venus and Malware. Venus also stayed in touch with all the other Overlords in hell.

9. What Destiny is up to after she and Malware separated

Destiny ended up moving to the Sloth Ring and becoming a nurse and often pays child support (around $500 a month). She did meet the V sisters along with Christina, Serena, and Sakura during a family gathering for Malware and Venus’s wedding anniversary but that was when they were way younger. Destiny was very happy for Malware and Venus when they got married. She and Malware also talk, but only for holidays, to check in on the kids, give updates about child support, etc.

A little bonus to wrap up the post:

Venus’s current look re-design

[yourfava3]

The Sweetness Of Love

Chapter 1

The Run In

I’ve had a terrible day at school. It's my first day and I already have two essays and one test next Friday on something I don’t even know. The moment I think I see some hope that day. It all goes wrong from trying to make a friend and I get the slightest idea I will have a good rest of the day. Then the rain pours in and I have to walk thirty minutes home so instead I find this Ice Cream shop called the SweetShop with a cool neon ice cream sign. I run in and find a table as I’m soaking wet dripping on the floor from the rain. I think for a second what do I do now and I go to the bathroom to try to dry off and think about getting an ice cream and doing my work that is already so much. So I head to the table, go in my bag and get my wallet head over to the front of a tall guy with black curly hair and sharp blue eyes and his name tag says Grayson. As I walk up I try to not do anything embarrassing like slip and fall or anything. He asked how was your day and I said it was terrible but maybe this ice cream can help. Then he says that sucks well let’s hope it does what flavor can I getcha and I think for a second. Then I asked, "Do you have black cherries?" and then he replied, "We sure do. That's my favorite so we need to have it then add any topping? And I reply with a cherry on top please and he says sure, hands me the receipt and asks can I get a name and I reply Vanessa. Then he says nice I bring it to you in a second. I read the receipt and it says I only got the ice cream and I tell him hey you forgot to add the cherry and he yelled out it’s on the house. Then I blushed and he handed me the ice cream. Then I gave him a tip then walked back to my table. I took out my computer and started on one or the two essays and it was about my summer. My summer was the worst I had to move from the only place I really knew and leave all my friends and start fresh. That's all and it sucked. Then my eyes started watering so I quickly wiped my eyes off and finished. Then I finished and just sat there.Then Grayson walked over and started talking to me. On the inside I felt butterflies all over and I told him how I was new to town and where I moved from and he told me about all the nice places I could go to. We talked forever then I looked at my phone and told him that I had to go but it was still pouring outside so he offered a ride since his shift was also over and of course I said yes. So I insisted on helping him close up and I did, then he drove me home and we exchanged numbers. Then I walked inside to my mother who was worried about when I was going to get home and I explained to her about my whole day so at the end of our conversation she was fine with it. I went to my room to work on my other essay about what motivates me so I wrote about my parents and my Best friend back in Vermont. Later my dinners were ready so I went down to eat and she surprised me with my favorite meal, spaghetti which I think is a classic. Then after I ate I went up to shower and tried to set up my room a little more then I went to bed but before I read my favorite book the hunger games then I slowly fell asleep.

[vilandel]

Heyyyy! 😁 Can I ask 25, 9, and 15 for the excerpt game? Thank you!

Hello, Oighear! Thank you for your ask 💘

25 ☘️ … that I consider a favorite If I can make two again, let's do it from two of my bigger stories I absolutely love <3

“I…”

“Yes, handsome?”

“I… I just want to forget… Just for a moment… It’s… so much right now… I know, it’s pathetic, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not. It’s normal that you feel that way. I would never blame you for feeling overwhelmed.”

Maybe she should. But Vanessa was too kind-hearted.

Nozel moved his head a bit so that their lips could meet. The kiss started out soft, but quickly became more fiery, more passionate. To a point that he started to curse the clothes they were still wearing and being grateful that he locked the door.

His lips started to wander across her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, making her moan and growing his desire for her. In the meantime, Vanessa tugged on his clothes and lead him to the couch. It wasn’t a small one, but not large either, maybe they would finish their embrace on the floor again. From Key To The Hearts chapter 4, and yes, it's rather hot (nothing explicit, though...). I put Nozel and Vanessa in a very unique situation in this story... Let's just say that Charlottes confession in Spade and Yami being dense are indirectly a reason that Nozel and Vanessa came into said situation 😅

“I’m coming in.”

“No!”

But it was too late. Noelle already entered his room… and saw them. On his bed. In a very specific position.

Two things became clear to Nozel in this very moment. First, he forgot to lock his door. Second, his beloved little sister saw him on top of her squadmate and best friend. Said squadmate was naked and as for himself, he was only wearing his trousers. And they both were… In a position that could only mean one thing. They were lovers.

“Nozel, is that… Vanessa, what are you… Wait, is he… OH MY GOD!” From Silver Cats & Black Roses, chapter 23. Just Noelle finding out that Nozel and Vanessa are a couple...

9 ☘️ … with characters I love Would surprise no one, I suppose?

“Has Vanessa done this?” Noelle asked in a whisper while softly stroke his cape with respect.

“Yes, she did. That had been a while before we started to be a couple.”

“I can’t believe that the two of you have been spending time together even before becoming a couple and I haven’t realized one thing ever. How blind was I?”

“You’re not blind, Noelle. It’s just a surprising occurrence, it had been for Vanessa and me as well. Back then, she made this cape for me as token of gratitude for the sewing box I gifted her.”

“That was a really thoughtful gift. Speaking of… Nozel, have you been the mysterious person to give me presents all those years?”

Nozel felt himself flinch. It reminded him of those years of being a distant, cold older brother, of his mistakes with how to take care of Noelle. And still, it didn’t stop him to secretly send her gifts for each of her birthdays…

It had been of secret, because already back then he felt ashamed of himself and was convinced he didn’t deserve to make her happy with presents. How wrong he had been…

“Did… did you know?”

“No, I never knew. And the Black Bulls were always curious about who would give me those mystery gifts. I only started to have suspicions after I found out about you and Vanessa. That sewing box was a thoughtful gift and yours were very thoughtful as well. And… I’m glad that you always gave those to me. We both never had real birthdays after mother’s death, as far as I can remember.”

No, neither of them didn’t. The only time there had been some kind of party for Noelles birthday, nobles started immediately to talk about her reputation and Nozel was still so imprisoned in his cold soul that the only solution he saw to stop this was to never celebrate that birthday again. As for him, he was feeling so guilty after losing his mother that he started to believe he didn’t deserved to have his birthday celebrated and over the years, only a few people remembered. Like Noelle…

Wait a minute!

“Noelle, were you the one to anonymously putting birthday presents in my room all those years? Even after you joined the Black Bulls?”

“Yes, how did you find out?”

“It was just a guess…”

Noelle just looked at him with big, surprised eyes, before she gave him a soft smile. So, Nozel smiled back. This was actually something just between the two of them and it was actually a really nice feeling. From Silver Cats & Black Roses chapter 27. I love a lot of parts in this story 💘

15 ☘️ … from an old piece that I like Let's give something from one of my first Black Clover Oneshots, okay? One in which I created my own wedding vows for the Clover Kingdom 💘

Vanessa looked up as Nozel hold her hands firmly, his gaze all on her. The determination in his eyes made her heart race.

“Faith. Hope. Love. By the three leaves of the Clover, I, Nozel Silva, take you, Vanessa Enoteca, as my wedded wife. I will have Faith in you, with your life and trust you mine. I will have Hope, helping you to all hardships and happiness of life. I will Love you, cherish you in sickness and in health, be it forever.”

Those were beautiful wedding vows. Such a shame that today, they were used more for arranged marriages. Vanessa hoped now to say them without hesitation. She took a deep breath and looked into Nozels eyes.

“Faith. Hope. Love. By the three leaves of the Clover, I, Vanessa Enoteca, take you, Nozel Silva, as my wedded husband. I will have Faith in you, with your life and trust you mine. I will have Hope, helping you to all hardships and happiness of life. I will Love you, cherish you in sickness and in health, be it forever.”

In the end, that wasn’t difficult at all.

Vanessa smiled at Nozel, who smiled back. He was happy, finally. Gosh, he was so beautiful when he smiled. From Night of Vows. Nozel and Vanessa didn't really get married, but had some kind of rehearsal. And I'm so proud of the vows I created!

[runakamoran]

A late FNAF piece for WIP Wednesday

I wanted to post it yesterday, but then I forgor 💀 Silent Hill 2 remake is taking my mind rn. But have a little piece of mini FNAF fic I've been working on this autumn. Post-canon SB Savior ending.

❗ TW: attempted murder, descriptions of violence

It's been over a month, but Vanessa still isn't sure what to do. You'll figure it out when you get there, they told her at work. But the road goes on and on, farm after farm, town after town. She never gets anywhere, and everything just becomes more confusing.

Turns out, even the Internet can't tell what to do if your identity has been stolen by an evil doppelganger who kept you captive for past six months. Or how to cope with the horror overtaking you every time you see your own face in the mirror. And how to move on after this, when all you have left is a bag of clothes, an old laptop, and a stolen van with altered license plates.

She tried to look for an answer. She's still looking, but never found.

The future seems bleak and blurry. She tries not to think about it. Not to think about what she’ll do when winter comes; when the van serving as their home becomes too cold to spend nights in; when her savings run dry just when she needs them most – when her laptop breaks, or her car, or the boy sleeping on the trunk floor doesn’t get better… A good number of “what ifs” she’s not prepared for, neither physically or mentally, make her head spin.

So Vanessa tries not to think about the future and focuses on here and now. The gas station is four miles away. They need to stop and have breakfast. Add another ten gallons to the tank and hope it'll be enough to get them to the next town.

Route 95 stretches forward, an endless gray stripe through the withered savannah. The sun rises slowly over the brown sandstone hills. The arid plateau, pitted with ravines, stretches for miles around. Every now and then, lone farms and ranches appear on the sides, but they quickly fade into the tawny Mojave Desert. Nevada will be behind them soon. California is next. And then.. who knows.

Vanessa hums lazily to a song of Crosby, Stills and Nash playing on radio. Behind her, Gregory sleeps, curled up on the floor. They've thrown out the back seats and lined the entire back of the van with rugs and blankets, turning it into some sort of motorhome. Next to her, plugged into the cigarette lighter by a charger cable, sits the third and final passenger, Freddy. Or what's left of him. The edge of the blanket hides him securely in case someone curious wants to look in the windows.

If a year ago someone told Vanessa her only company would be a street boy and a talking head, she would've probably laughed. It still seems as ridiculous as it sounds.

There's no one at the gas station except for one sleepy attendant. The woman buys a few sandwiches, a cup of coffee for herself and a box of juice for Gregory. The boy is snoring heavily, his swollen nose buried in the pillow; drool is dripping from his slightly open mouth. Vanessa pats his shoulder carefully. At least, she tries to - the boy shudders from her touch and immediately opens his eyes.

"Hush, it's me," she says softly. "Come on, it's time to take your meds."

"Good morning, superstars!" the voice from under the covers sounds much more cheerful. "You should have breakfast first! It's bad to take your medication on an empty stomach."

Greg grumbles discontentedly, tosses and turns in his makeshift bed. However, his whims quickly stop as soon as he hears the rustle of an opening package. The boy grasps his sandwich as if someone's going to take it away. It's an old habit.

He looked so much better than he was a week ago, but some wounds still needed attention. The bruises had healed, except for the biggest ones, especially the one stretching around his neck. Several cuts on his arms and legs still needed bandages, and the old ones covering his dark skin needed replacing. The biggest problem was his nose - the swelling was lessening, but the bridge was crooked, and his wheezing and frequent nosebleeding weren't encouraging at all. They couldn't see a doctor, so Vanessa had to deal with everything herself. As best she could.

They couldn't draw attention to themselves. According to official data, Vanessa Anderson-Johnson was found guilty of theft, vandalism, kidnapping and murder of at least nine people. Not long ago, her name was flashing in news across the country; but at least she knew the police won't be looking for her.

According to official data, Vanessa Anderson-Johnson was dead.

She tries to be gentle, but the boy still hisses when she puts antiseptic on his inflamed skin. He never complains and hardly ever cries, probably seeing it a sign of weakness. Nessa still makes him take painkillers, along with antibiotics and vitamins. He didn't survive a fight with a killer just to die from some infection.

When she's done, Vanessa puts away the first aid kit, pats the boy on the head, and tells him to stay here while she works in the cafe for a bit. Gregory waves lazily and curls up on his cot again, clearly not planning on getting up for the next couple of hours. Freddy promises to look after the boy, and she believes him. This robot adores his kid and will protect him - as much as a talking head wired to a car can do so.

Vanessa finishes another assignment and hopes she will get paid this time. Freelance is an unreliable thing. You never know who's sitting on the other side and whether they cheat or not. But at least she has the opportunity to earn some money without having to reveal her face and identity. And this is the only source of income available, so Nessa grits her teeth, endures insults and makes any edits, so the client will finally pay.

She tries not to look in the mirrors; but, washing her hands after bathroom break, she inadvertently meets her reflection. Vanessa freezes, when for a moment she sees her in her own face - her crooked smile, her eyes burning with malicious joy. The woman jerks away from the mirror in horror. However, when she looks up again, she sees herself - her pale and nervous face, with chapped lips and dark eye bags. Despite everything, it's still her, Vanessa. Even if the rest of the world doesn't know.

That woman took everything from her. College savings, an old car, all belongings, her documents and job, her identity, her freedom. Even that nickname, Vanny, was a cruel mockery of a name she stole. But there was one thing she couldn't take away: her life. At the last moment, Vanessa was saved by the boy that woman considered her prey.

Vanessa takes longer than usual to wash her face, as if the cold water could wash away all her fatigue and road dust.

She tries not to think about that night, even though it's burned into her memory and comes back to her mind whether she wants it or not. They're almost out; the clock hit six in the morning, the doors are wide open. But Vanny is there first, along with every security bot in the mall. Freddy tried to stop them. He's but a head now.

Vanessa drags the boy toward the loading docks, despite his protests. Suddenly, he breaks free and disappears around the corner. The young woman runs to the security post, throws open the box and grabs the key to the service van. She turns to run again – and meets her double on the other side of the glass. The woman with Vanessa’s face grins back and raises the hammer.

The reflection shatters, a shower of shards scattering across the small office, and Vanny is already inside. Nessa barely has time to reach for the door before a strong, gloved fist strikes under her chin, in her stomach, in her temple. The ceiling spins, her breath hitches. Someone grabs her by the hair, throws her head against the table, thrashing her like a doll. Another blow, and Vanessa is on the floor. As usual in scenario like this, her double is always stronger.

The doppelganger pulls out her belt and tightens it around the real Vanessa's neck.

"Think about it," Vanny whispers, tightening her grip. "A simple security guard took advantage of her position, and used it to lure and kill children! But suddenly, she felt remorseful and hanged herself in her own office. What a story!"

The evil reflection floats and fades, and her head sinks into a silent vacuum. Vanessa always loses this fight.

"And no one will ever know… Not if they think I am you."

But she wasn't alone that night.

A scream tears through the void, and air comes back to her lungs. Vanny screams; Gregory hangs on her, clutching her hair with one hand. In the other, he holds a box cutter, and stabs her back over and over. Blood splatters across the shards of glass.

The woman howls in pain and spins around, trying to get the boy clinging to her like a small, ferocious bull terrier. Vanessa tries to crawl away, to get to her feet, but her body protests. Vanny barely manages to tear Gregory from her. The boy throws the cutter away - its blade has broken from his furious blows - and runs. The woman catches him at the door.

"Bastard! Son of a bitch!" she roars. "I'll rip your guts out, you brat!"

The sounds of struggle fade as her consciousness slips away; but Vanessa quickly comes to her senses. She must've been out for around ten minutes. In that time, the security post has changed drastically.

Empty concrete walls and floors, broken furniture - everything is covered in blood. Vanessa has never seen so much in her life. The air smells sickeningly of iron, and her aching head spins. Vomit rises in her throat, and she barely holds herself back. In the lake of red lies her double with a cut throat. She's still smiling.

Vanessa hears a small sob and remembers – oh god, Gregory. He’s still there, tucked in the far corner. Sitting with his arms wrapped around knees, huddled in a ball, covered in blood from head to toe. It doesn't take long for her to put two and two together. Forgetting her own pain, she grabs the key on the floor, scoops the boy up in her arms, and runs.

Halfway to the loading docks, he suddenly comes to life, wriggles out and runs off to grab some duffel bag. Vanessa doesn’t ask why – she shoves him into the backseat, starts the van and takes off, nearly knocking down the roller shutters.

From that moment on, they run.

Much later, Vanessa thought she shouldn't have done that. Maybe if she'd just waited for the police and explained the situation, they wouldn't have gotten stuck in this mess. But she was too scared and shocked to think straight, and it was too late to turn back now.

But it didn't matter, because she's still alive, no matter what. So, gathering everything she had left, Vanessa is building her future anew.

[gwenbrightly]

Vanny Quest Chapter 2

Vanessa jolts awake to the all too familiar sensation of the room spinning and her ears ringing. She clutches her head as she begins to sit up, trying to prevent the headache she knows is going to hit her like a sledgehammer in the next few seconds. Her vision blurs and she almost passes out again as the pain takes hold. She barely manages to crawl to a garbage bin before throwing up what feels like everything she’s eaten in the past three days. She collapses back onto the floor and tries not to move. Why is it so much worse this time? It’s always been a little hard to function after… well. That. But not to the point that she can’t see straight. Never to the point that it feels like she’s been disemboweled, then stitched back together. (At least, not since the first time.)

Vanessa stares at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. How did she get up to the abandoned security office for Fazerblast? The last thing she remembers is coming to in the sewers after her alter ego chased that lost kid - George? Geoffrey? No, Gregory (that might have been his name) - down there. And then making her way back up to the atrium. The rest is all a hazy jumbled mess of memories. There’s no telling how long she’s been out. Or what might have happened while she was.

Vanessa is used to waking up in weird places. Thanks to this possession, this curse, or whatever the heck is wrong with her, it happens all the time. Usually her uniform is stained with substances she’d rather not think about too deeply. The missing person reports often follow. But not always. Sometimes there’s no one looking. She’s not sure which is worse. The hands that don’t stop shaking for days, nausea, and crippling guilt are pretty much the same either way.

She blinks. Did she come up here to plan another hunt tonight? Oh god. Vanessa sits up. What if she already went out again and she just doesn’t remember it? What if she killed that kid?

Panicking, Vanessa looks down at her hands. Clean. And her uniform. No blood this time, but that doesn’t mean anything. She knows better than to hope. She groans as a fresh wave of pain ripples through her. If she really did kill Gregory tonight… she deserves it. Vanessa has tried to quit her job time and time again, but somehow the letter of resignation never gets turned in. Over and over, she returns to the Pizzaplex and more people get hurt because of her.

Vanessa shakily pulls herself to a stand, leaning on the desk for support and glances around the room. It’s even more trashed than usual (Vanny is not a cleanly individual in the slightest). Almost like there’s been a fight of some sort, which is altogether possible. The purple computer chair Vanny stole from somewhere lies on its side in a corner. The blanket from the bed is now crumpled on the floor and she doesn’t see the pillow anywhere. But by far the most surprising thing she notices is that the Princess Quest III arcade machine’s screen is now lit up with a bright red “ERROR” message. Okay. Well, that proves it, then. Someone else has been here. Vanessa doesn’t remember playing the game and there’s no way Vanny would do something that would endanger her master’s plans.

For the first time in a long time, she’s beginning to feel hopeful. This changes everything! Vanessa might finally be free! She has to get out of here. She has to know for sure.

Crossing to the door, a little more quickly than her body is truly ready for (whee, more nausea), Vanessa is surprised to discover that it’s somehow been locked from the outside. Try as she might, the handle won’t budge. She can’t say wouldn’t have done the same; someone probably should have locked her up years ago. That said, the timing couldn’t be any more inconvenient. She peers through the window to see if maybe someone is still nearby. And stares at the scene unfolding as on the other side of the glass.

////

“Geez, Freddy,” Gregory says in frustration, “can’t you sit still for five seconds?”

“I am sorry, Superstar. Vanny must have nicked some of my internal wiring,” Freddy tells him regretfully.

Gregory glares at the knife currently sticking out of his friend’s back. Freddy has already attempted to remove it himself, to no avail, which is why he is currently sitting on the floor so his height is not a barrier to Gregory’s assistance.

“That sure sucks,” Gregory mutters.

“It does, but I do not think Vanny will be bothering us anymore.”

“She’d better not. I’m sick of her,”

Freddy twitches again and Gregory cringes.

“We really gotta get that thing out of you before it causes permanent damage,” Gregory comments, giving the knife another tug. It doesn’t budge.

“Perhaps if you shift your position so one of your feet is planted on my back, you will have better leverage,” Freddy suggests. It would be rather helpful if they could remove the knife before moving on.

“O-okay,” Gregory agrees, wondering how on earth Freddy can be so calm about having been stabbed by a homicidal maniac less than fifteen minutes ago. He is still freaking out majorly about the whole thing. Vanny came so close to- No. Let’s not think about that right now. (Or ever). He follows Freddy’s suggestion. With one foot on the floor and one foot on the animatronic’s back, Gregory gingerly gives the knife a tug. It loosens just a teeny bit. He lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and tugs again, harder.

“One more time,” Freddy encourages.

In hindsight, Gregory may have pulled a little too hard this time. The knife pulls free from Freddy’s casing and Gregory cartwheels backwards, not expecting it to come out so easily. He lands a few feet away from Vanny’s hideout with an ‘oof’. When he goes to right himself, he notices her watching him. Darn. He’d been hoping she would stay knocked out longer than that!

“Gregory! You-You’re not dead!” She calls through the window sounding way happier than she should.

“No thanks to you, backstabber.” Gregory retorts, giving her his fiercest glare. He’s pretty proud of himself for the comeback.

“Yeahhh… um. Sorry about that?” She says awkwardly, and she must be a good actress, because for a moment, Gregory almost believes that she really does feel bad about what she’s done to him and Freddy.

“Gregory! Are you okay?” Freddy asks, having sufficiently recovered.

“I am,” Gregory replies, “but I wish she wasn’t!”

“Vanny.” Freddy places a paw on Gregory’s shoulder protectively. And gives the woman a dirty look of his own.

“I can’t imagine what I’ve put you through. I’m so, so sorry,” Vanny begins.

Gregory rolls his eyes, not interested in hearing some made up sob story. There are about a million things he’d rather be doing.

“I didn’t want to hurt you - that wasn’t me. I mean, it was me. But it wasn’t! I wasn’t in control… She was! Ugh. This is all so confusing,” Vanny continues, pacing back and forth in front of the window and gesturing wildly.

“Vanny… Officer Vanessa… What are you talking about? Who was in control if you were not?” Freddy asks, curiosity piqued. It’s a dangerous question, he knows, but he can’t help himself. The others have been acting strangely all night and he is quite worried about them even without the damage caused by their various… accidents. Could what Vanessa is telling them be connected?

Vanessa stops pacing. “It started back when I started as a beta tester for the VR game Fazbear entertainment was working on awhile back… somehow the data they scanned in to use as a base was carrying something… Evil. After playing the game for a few days, I started hearing this voice in my head, and I know it sounds crazy, but it started forcing me to do stuff I wouldn’t normally do. Small things at first, then bigger things. I even started having memory problems after awhile. Eventually, the voice introduced itself as Glitchtrap. He claimed to be a digital version of William Afton.”

“Wait. That name sounds familiar,” Freddy muses, trying to remember where he’s heard it before.

“I’m not surprised. Corporate tries to keep it under wraps, but William Afton was one of the original founders of the company. He was also a suspect in the disappearance and murder of quite a few children back in the day, but they never caught him,”

“So, what exactly are you saying? That you’ve been possessed by William Afton’s serial killing ghost?” Gregory asks. The thought is wrong on so many levels… and yet… there’s definitely something deeper going on. He’s seen weird stuff happening in practically every corner of this place. Vanessa (he’ll accept for now that maybe Vanny and Vanessa are different entities) seems to be telling the truth, and he’s usually a pretty good judge of character. He has to be. Otherwise he’d probably be in juvie by now.

“I don’t know, to be honest. But something, a ghost, a virus, got inside my head and took over. Something that made me become Vanny. Something that wanted to follow in Afton’s footsteps or raise him from the dead, maybe? It’s hard to remember everything he told me…”

“That is… worrying,” Freddy says with a frown. This could be much more serious than he thought. “Do you think that the others have been infected with this Glitchtrap virus as well?”

“Definitely. And I’d be willing to bet that they have been for quite awhile,” Vanessa replies, “they’ve all developed some unhealthy habits that weren’t originally part of their programming.”

“Like Chica and her obsession with Monty Mix,” Gregory finishes for her. A robot being so obsessed with food has always felt weird to him.

“Yeah. Stuff like that keeps everyone distracted. They’re so focused on fixing Chica’s eating habits or Monty’s sudden anger issues that they don’t notice the other things that are happening.”

Like kids going missing. No one is brave enough to say that out loud, though.

“It is a relief to know that they have not been consciously trying to kill you, Gregory,” Freddy says, turning to his small charge.

“Yeah…” Gregory tries to smile at him, but he’s suddenly feeling more than a little guilty for going so hard on the other animatronics. Yes, in their current state they kinda deserved it. And yes, he did (most of) it to protect himself. But… What if they were all kind and warm and loyal like Freddy once upon a time? No one has ever cared like Freddy before. And Gregory just trashed all his friends without a second thought.

“I think we’re all free of the virus, at least for now,” Vanessa is saying.

“What do you mean?” Gregory asks her. It would be nice if they didn’t have to worry about being chased around the Pizzaplex anymore.

“There’s something about the Princess Quest games that’s special. She-Vanny kept moving them to different places every time I found one, so I never really had a chance to experiment with them, but I’ve felt different since you played the one in here,” she explains.

“Now that you mention it,” Gregory says thoughtfully, “I thought I saw a weird wave of golden light coming out of the machine when I beat the game.”

“Does that mean we are safe? I do not want any other children to experience what Gregory has tonight.” Freddy comments. He is proud of his Superstar’s bravery and resourcefulness, but that does not justify what Gregory has been through.

Vanessa stares at them through the window sadly for a moment before answering.

“I wish I could say yes, but I don’t think this is over. Vanny and Glitchtrap have been working on something down in the sinkhole. I don’t think any of us will be truly safe until we find out what it is… and destroy it.”