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reading CoD fan fiction is wild because one post is talking about what the guys are like in bed and the next one is detailing how y/n was captured as a prisoner of war and tortured for information and describing all of the horrors they had to endure before being rescued

#it’s like russian roulette #cod #call of duty #fanfiction #maidhc speaks

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resident evil and hazbin hotel have been added to my fandoms list of anyone has any requests

#maidhc speaks #fandoms #resident evil #hazbin hotel #x reader #imagines #fanfic #self insert

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we are cringe, but we are free 😌🖤

there‘s nothing i love more than creating OCs and self inserts with @speuradair 🫶🏻

it‘s so much fun, i love being cringe🩷

#mutual chats #fisch <3 #maidhc reblogs

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Care | M.A.

(CW- description of depression)

“You have to take better care of yourself.”

The words were mumbled under your breath but with how close you’re standing in front of him, Michael heard them anyway. He gave only a soft hum in reply, but you already knew what he was thinking- He didn’t think there was any point in trying to take care of himself anymore. You didn’t need him to spell that out for you to understand it. 

But you didn’t need him to ask you to take care of him for you to do so, either. 

Standing in front of him as he sat shirtless on the bathroom counter, your hands glistened with anti-scar ointment as they carefully brushed over the large wound that spanned the expanse of his chest and torso, reaching from right between his ribcage all the way down to his lower stomach. You moved with extreme caution, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he already had been. 

Only once you’d sufficiently coated the slowly healing wound did you bring your eyes back up to his, only to find tears gathering among the blue of his eyes. Your expression softened immediately.

He’d been trying so hard to keep himself composed lately. Despite going through something so unbelievably awful Michael had kept his emotions deep inside, almost seeming to wall himself off from the outside world, from his own mind, from you. He’d been so depressed.

You couldn’t blame him, of course. You had no authority or right to chastise him for how he responded to something as traumatic as he had endured. All you could do was support him, trying to be there for him in any way possible, especially when he was barely taking care of himself. 

He’d been so stoic for so long that seeing even those unfallen tears caught you off guard. Your heart almost seemed to stop in your chest at the sight. 

Shit, had you upset him? Had your comment finally pushed him over the edge? You didn’t mean it to sound derogatory, but you supposed it might have come off that way.

“H-Hey, I didn’t mean to-“

“What’s the point?” 

It was the first thing he’d said all night and it had your stomach turning in knots. 

“What do you mean?” You asked slowly, though you supposed you already knew exactly what he meant. Before you could retract the question, though, he spoke again.

“What’s the point in taking care of myself? I’m rotting from the inside out.”

Despite the tears that still seemed to well in his eyes, his tone was unsettlingly detached, as if he’d completely resigned to the fact. If you weren’t looking at him, he might’ve sounded completely unbothered. 

He wasn’t, of course, unbothered. You both knew that- but that didn’t make his seemingly surrendered state any less concerning. You feared that he might just give up entirely and that thought was entirely too much to bear. 

But what were you supposed to say? It wasn’t like you’d ever gone through anything even remotely similar, and you certainly didn’t claim to understand what exactly it was that happened that night. Hell, even Michael himself wasn’t sure. This was entirely unprecedented. 

After a few long seconds you forced yourself to do the only thing you could think of. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as tightly as you could without risk of hurting him more than he already had been. He froze in place for a moment, his body rigid and cold, before he gave in, letting his head rest against your shoulder. Before you could say anything else, the sudden sound of a choked sob echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. 

The sound sparked tears of your own. In that moment you knew you’d experienced few things as painful as hearing the desperate cries of a tormented lover when you were helpless to fix any of his problems. All you could do was hold him as he cried, gently rubbing his back and letting him sob into your shoulder. 

You didn't dare to speak while he was crying, but once he’d stopped for a while you spoke again, telling him the only thing you could think to say.

“I can’t say that I understand what happened, or even what’s happening now, but I do know that it doesn’t change the fact that I love you. I love you and I want to take care of you, no matter what happens. I can’t fix what happened, but I can support you afterwards, and that’s exactly what I'm going to do.”

He didn’t respond right away, but you could feel his fingers begin to brush against your sides before he wrapped his arms around you entirely, squeezing you almost as hard as he could. 

“Let’s just take it one step at a time, okay?” You spoke softly, running your fingers through his messy curls and pressing a soft kiss to his head. “Let’s focus on what we know- you’re alive, you’re here, and we’re going to get through this together.” 

After a moment you felt him nod softly against your shoulder, and only then did you speak again. “Why don’t we get you a shower? I’ll help you if you want,” you offer, trying to offer him some space in case that’s what he wanted, but when he held onto you tighter, you knew it was a silent plea for you to stay.

“Okay,” you exhaled, “I’ll help you. I’ll even wash your hair the way you like.”

Carefully you began to straighten your posture, bringing his weight up with your own. With him still in your arms you helped him over towards the bathtub where you guided him to undress while you started the water for him.

You couldn’t fix all of his problems right away. Hell, maybe they’d never be fixed. But you could stay by him regardless, showing him all of the love and support that he couldn’t give himself. 

#michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddys #sister location #maidhc writes

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#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #michael afton #mike schmidt #maidhc speaks #poll

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new matching pfps with @speuradair ‼️

#no u >:) #love you <3 #maidhc speaks #mutual chats #fisch <3

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#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #michael afton #william afton #maidhc speaks

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are you guys more interested in william content or michael content? i have ideas for both but not sure which i should write first

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #william afton #michael afton #maidhc speaks

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You asked for michael afton requetsts sooo

Michael afton being controlled by glitchtrap, glitchtrap trying to continue his legacy with his own son, wether he wants it or not

oh my god i love this. the angst is unmatched >>>

Michael got a little too close to something he shouldn't have

He's always had a habit of doing that

from being a rebellious teen who pushed his luck with a smart mouth to being an adult who just doesn't know how to stay away from the horrors of Fazbear Entertainment

From the very moment he saw that damned rabbit he knew he'd messed up

Now it seems to be following him, lingering in the corner of his eye and creeping in the shadows of his mind

when he's falling asleep and he finds himself in that fleeting mix of lucidity and sleep he can even hear him calling to him

"Hello. Can you hear me?"

No matter how hard he tries, he can't push the image of that thing from his mind

It's there from the time he wakes up to the time he falls asleep, even more so while he's asleep

Michael ends up getting less and less sleep until he's staying up all night

Then, overtired, he's hearing that voice again

"Let me out."

He isn't sleeping yet he's barely awake, functioning on autopilot as he goes through his day and his nightshifts at the pizzeria

He's forcing himself awake, making himself move to stay up and depriving himself of sleep until he's falling asleep at work the second he actually sits still

Michael wakes up in his desk chair in the security office with a pounding headache and confusion clouding his mind

he's used to being creeped out by the eerie atmosphere of the pizzeria at night, from the odd shiver down his spine to that feeling of paranoia that tends to build up over his six hour shift

but that was nothing compared to this

no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't seem to focus

he was dizzy, disoriented, confused

the last thing he remembered was clocking in just before midnight but now the clock read 5:30 am

How had he lost five and a half hours?

It takes a few moments for him to refocus

and then he notices the blood on his hands, the mud on his shoes

what the hell?

Was that his blood?

He didn't think so

He isn't in any pain that would indicate he'd actually gotten hurt

but if that's the case, who's blood was it?

Only then does he realize he can hear that voice again, laughing in satisfaction

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #michael afton #mike schmidt #glitchtrap #angst #maidhc writes #requests

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if anyone has any Mike Schmidt/Michael Afton requests pls send them in i need to write something about this man

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #mike schmidt #michael afton #maidhc speaks

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i have so much Mike Schmidt brainrot rn someone pls send help

#if mike and i dated our ship name would just be michael #that’s it that’s the tag #maidhc speaks #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #mike schmidt

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currently watching the fnaf movie for the third time and it has me thinking about autistic michael

i want to write A4A michael so bad

#is there any interest in this or is it just me #five nights at freddy’s #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf #x reader #self insert #Maidhc speaks

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hi friends i want to get back to writing so if you have any requests or ideas i’d be happy to give them a shot 😌

#maidhc is writing again?? what?? #maidhc speaks #bnha #fnaf #resident evil #mha #fanfic #imagines #x reader

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got some weird hate message about how i’ll ‘never be michael no matter how hard i try’ after posting my Michael afton cosplay

and while i know what they were trying to say, it’s factually incorrect bc my name actually is Michael lmao

technically i will always be Michael

#also it was a cosplay ?? obviously i don’t genuinely think i’m michael afton lmao i was just in character #idk it was a weird take #maidhc speaks

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#it’s for art lol i want to make sure people will be able to recognize that it’s him #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #william afton #dave miller #springtrap #glitchtrap #burntrap #purple guy

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the same way i ended up with Wesker as a comfort character, apparently

not sure how i ended up with heisenberg as my comfort character but i‘m not complaining🤷🏼

#i’m dragging you down with me actually #fisch <3 #mutual chats #maidhc speaks #babblingfish

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now this is a tag game i can get behind

horror movie with fisch and I as the main characters when

tagging @maximum-rambles and anyone else who wants to do it <3

HELP NO I FOUND A COOL LITTLE TAG GAME🤭🤭!!

find out who you are: !!!!

create your look: !!!!

#: @humanitys-strongest-bamf @keiskyutie @kenruu-sideblog @chibishae34 @leviismybby @kakujis @dacrinphilia @daikiiss @romantichomicide95 @avid-idiot @urgemii @mrskenmakozume @yamaguccitadashi @devoti @sixpennydame @chaotic-on-main @buerriberry @nkogneatho @ you who wanna do this

#this quiz really diagnosed me as a leon kennedy kin huh #‘you’re alive but oh god at what cost’ OW (like yeah but OW) #maidhc reblogs #mutual chats #fisch <3 #tag games