𝙄𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙉𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚. Dr. Y/N Ashford, the genius everyone envies and no one truly understands, never had to fight for control. I took what I wanted and crushed those who stood in my way. But when I walked into Arkham, something shifted. Jonathan Crane-intelligent, calculating, and utterly obsessed with fear-appeared to be the only one who could challenge me. He sees through my perfect façade, and frankly, it thrills me. The line between adversary and something more is thin, and I'm ready to push it. But as we play this dangerous game, one question remains: who will break first? - Jonathan Crane x Fem Reader- ⚠Narssistic Personality Disorder, Gore, Violence ⚠ - Slight Enemies to Lovers - ----------------------------------------------- Link to the chapter updating playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2oxSCMc2Wh8nGrh25T9KL5?si=20702925038d49c9

The worst part about having a mental illness is that people expect you to behave as if you don't. An Arthur Fleck & Joker X Reader.

The year is 1984 - a year before the fateful attacks made by William Afton. Wendy Miller's got her first job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and she's dreading it. First job fears soon pale in comparison to her boss - William Afton. Tall, dark and terrifying doesn't even begin to cover half of it and it doesn't help that he's Michael Afton's father - jackass N.01 in her book. And yet as time goes on, Wendy finds that there's more to the cold mask that is Mr Afton, but there's a darkness in his eyes that she can't shake. Will she escape it or be consumed by The Bunny?

Ánet never asked to leave home. But war took everything, and fate had plans of its own. Now, far from the northern lights, she's sent to a school of magic with one purpose: to stop an ancient entity before it rises. There, she meets Tom Riddle. Brilliant. Dangerous. And drawn to her magic. Together, they fight a rising darkness. But after the battle is over, Tom isn't ready to let her go. She was sent to stop one monster. She may have created another.

What if, in addition to immortality, Tom Riddle desired something else: to create the perfect companion? A being of pure magic, shaped by him, for him - free from human weakness, incapable of betrayal. Tired of the flaws of his followers, disgusted by the fickleness of their emotions, Tom reaches a chilling conclusion: no one will ever be worthy of him. But why give up, when magic can mend all the wrongs of the world? He deserves a disciple in his own image. Doesn't exist? Then he will create it. After all, if he can defy death, why not defy life itself? --- ☀️ THIS STORY IS COMPLETE ☀️ - Updates every SATURDAY ! - Tom is a walking red flag 🚩 - J.K. Rowling's universe and characters do not belong to me

Y/n is a detective assigned to the Fredbear's Family diner case, and she doesn't know the killer's got her wrapped around in his game. | William afton x reader | . keep in mind that the story might be a little graphic and including of everything you'd expect a fnaf fanfiction to have.. DEFINITELY INCLUDING SMUT YALL, READ THE DATES (They change almost every chapter and can go back and forth in time)

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍 ━ ❝Wow. Sexism and crime? Y'all are multitaskers-love that.❞ ✿✼:*:ﾟ*:༅⭑ ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ ⭑༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ After losing your dad-Deadpool himself-you've decided grief is overrated and dimensional travel sounds way more fun. Now armed, dangerous, and way too excited; you've crash-landed into another universe determined to find him (preferably alive), ready to remind the world exactly why Deadpool's legacy is something to be wary of. sidenote: 𝘼𝙐 | soooo I got a little inspired by Eleanor Camacho aka (Earth-616) Deadpool's daughter 👉🏾👈🏾 hope ya likely☺️ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: [~9,500] 𝚃𝚆/𝙲𝚆: 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 & 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖾 (𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍-𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 + 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇) | 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 | 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 | 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌/𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 ©𝒌_𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒆

A curious girl goes to Utah to figure out what's happening at Fredbears Family diner? Will she figure out that dark secret before hers is exposed. Just to note the timeline will be a tiny bit noncanon but at this point who knows what's even canon. Also warning very violent themes :V

"Won't you Waltz with me Y/n" William Afton smirked amusingly, as he held the girls wrist in a position people would think they were about to take off in a ball room. "I would rather die" Y/n grinned. - Y/n left the city after her brothers death to get away from the trauma that seems to be suffocating her. Unfortunately for her it doesn't end there when William Afton takes a liking to this girl. - Ratings I reached #1 phoneguy #1 Davemillerxreader #1 William Afton #1 fnafic #1 purpleguy #1 fnatic #1 Vincent

As a teenager, you were William Afton's biggest nuisance. Always there. In his house, in his space, babysitting his kids like you belonged. You had a knack for getting under his skin-sarcastic, relentless, always pushing, always prying. And he hated it. Hated how you never seemed to leave him alone. But when things got hard-when you were bullied, when your world came crashing down-he was there. Begrudgingly. With a sigh, with a grumble, with that ever-present irritation in his eyes. But he never turned you away. Never let you break completely. A reluctant protector. A reluctant caretaker. And you? You had a crush. A stupid, reckless, all-consuming crush. You knew it was wrong, knew he was older, knew he'd never see you the way you wanted. But that didn't stop you from looking too long, from lingering in his presence, from holding onto something that was never yours to begin with. He noticed. And then he shattered it. You were just a kid. You needed to grow up, move on, find someone your own age. He wasn't interested. He never would be. So you left. Now, six years later, you're back. Older. Wiser. Ready to leave it all in the past. But William has changed too. His marriage is crumbling, his world is a mess, and for the first time, he looks... tired. Like life has drained something vital from him. And somehow, you end up tangled in his orbit again. But this time, it's a game. A lie. A carefully crafted act meant to fool his wife, to make her think he's fine without her. Fake dating. Pretending. Playing a role. It should be easy. You should be able to keep it separate, keep your heart locked away, because you know exactly how this ends. But the more you act, the more real it starts to feel. The more you catch yourself wanting. Hoping. And you swore you'd never let him hurt you again.