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Taejoon doesn't make it.
Youngwoo is too late and everything hurts.
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How can I resist (a promise such as this)? by Florenzchen
Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's
23 May 2025
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It'd started as a joke, more or less.
Your little crush on Michael's father.
You didn't know why it persisted. He was cold, dismississive, downright cruel at times, but somewhere in your fucked little head, that appealed to you. The violence you recognized in his eyes on very reare occasions.
Maybe it was because he was kind to you.
You got little scraps sometimes. Lingering glances and honey-sweet, suggestive undertones when he called you 'dear', the occasional hand on your shoulder or waist if you were lucky, and you prayed you weren't imagining it in your desperation. He was a bone-deep ace you couldn't rid yourself of. You didn't know if you wanted to anymore. You were dependant on the comfort he provided. Michael didn't know you were serious when you joked about it and you didn't intend to tell him.
You knew it wouldn't happen.
Didn't stop you from wanting it, though.
After your parents had kicked you to the curb, Mr. Afton had taken you in with open arms. It hadn't neccesarily helped your feelings towards the older man. Today, it felt like forever ago.
You'd spend your university break with them.
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“Good.” He praised and reached out to trace a finger over the inseam of your pants, “Gonna let me see what I did to you?”
“Have I ever said no to you?” You noticed how stupid that question was about a second later.
Still too late to correct yourself.
“Yes, dear. Quite frequently. I just tend to ignore it because you don’t mean it about 90 percent of the time.” William grinned while he toyed with your waistband and palmed himself with the other hand.
You rolled your eyes.
…and still lifted your hips for him so he could shove your pants and briefs down to mid thigh.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
Or: Things are going a little too good today.
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- Part 2 of Collecting scars to prove I've suffered.
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You were terrified when he did this. You were terrified because he’d make you feel safe before the inevitable. You wanted to cry.
Instead, you forced spite.
“You are inclined to agree? I just found out you were the fucking murderer they’ve been searching for a bloody year. How did you think I was going to react? I can’t fucking rat you out to the cops, I can’t talk to anyone for that matter, I can’t run.” You took a very deep breath, “What I can do without signing my immediate death sentence, be it at your hand or some Samaritans who believe they’re doing the community a favor by stoning the fag, is mouth off. So, I sincerely apologize if you didn’t fucking like that your blackmailing-victim insulted you because you literally fucking kill children and he can’t do anything about it.”
Anger was easier and pushed the fear away briefly.
To a certain point.
But his touch, gentle and comforting, was still burning you alive and you were still terrified. But you didn’t show it anymore and you wouldn’t until you were spitting blood again.
Or: Reader finds out William is the murderer. It doesn't matter in the end.
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- Part 1 of Collecting scars to prove I've suffered.
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"Could we use names? Because I have no clue what's happening." She grabbed your jaw and forced your head forwards.
"Drop the gun."
His hair was in disarray, it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, because there was stubble dusted along his jaw. A good bit of blood was smeared across his cheek, over a prominent scar you didn’t recognize, a few stray drops over his forehead.
He held an equally bloody knife, likely recently used, because it stained the ground with thick red liquid. You hadn't even registered the words, just the low purr of his voice and you couldn't fucking breathe.
You almost did lose your gun and wanted to drop to your knees.
"Fuck me."
Or: After eight months, you get a text.
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- Part 2 of Animal Attraction
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You feared you may be rotten.
Why did you like this?
Or: My William/Reader fics in which Reader is black-mailed into everything and gets off on it (yay, trauma).
(I'm mostly writing this to cope so it might be a little rambly at times, I appologize.)
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You despise Mark Hoffman.
To your complete and utter dismay, he's really fucking hot.
Or: Reader insert fanfics my violent skull has been cooking up as opposed to dealing with trauma in healthily (I ccan't find a therapist, so this'll have to do).
Have fun, and PLEASE read the tags, I'm begging you.
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Jo moves to the city for art school and ends up with neighbors who fuck like it’s their full-time job.
Bookmarked by Florenzchen
13 Dec 2025
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Alana decides that she wants to torture Hannibal, but that is illegal for many reasons, so she resorts to the next best thing: customer service at Bath & Body Works. Having been afflicted by hyperosmia (increased sense of smell), being stuck in an environment with overwhelming scents such as "blueberry maple pancakes" and "pure wonder" (both real scents!) may prove to be a bigger challenge than first expected. Will Hannibal be able to outmaneuver Karens or will he try to eat them? Enjoy the crack, dammit.
Yes, I did look up if Bath & Body Works is in Lithuania. No, it is not.
Bookmarked by Florenzchen
12 Jun 2024