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pantherxrogers · 5 months

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A Long Night - Mike Schmidt x Reader (18+ ONLY)

Content warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral (m receiving), dom/sub elements, degradation, explicit language, p*rn w/o plot, established relationship

A/N: Love this movie and love this man fr 😪 No one asked for this, but he's sexy so I had to write it 🫦 This is a little more intense than what I usually write, so read trigger warnings plz!

Summary: Mike gets home from work. The reader sucks him off. That's literally it, but it's hot! (Also, we're pretending that Mike & Abby have a much better relationship with Aunt Jane and that she's still alive 😀).

You've got him by the balls. Literally.

Mike is all you can see, hear, and feel. His head rests against the back of your couch, eyes squeezed together in pleasure. It takes all of your concentration to keep sucking his dick and not get lost in his pretty face.

"Fuuuuuuuck..." Mike mumbles out, his hips bucking into the warmth of your mouth. You use one hand to cup his balls, feeling them tighten when you gag around him. You take in the way his body reacts, a shiver overtaking him.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Your voice is slightly hoarse when you pull off of him. Shifting on the pillow below, you've been on your knees for him since he got home. He lifts his head, peering down at you.

You squeeze your thighs together, needing some sort of pressure on your clit. His dark brown eyes sweep over your frame, slightly hooded from the pleasure you've given him. He's still wearing his vest, with tousled hair and an unshaven beard. His veiny hands grip your couch cushions, needing something to ground himself.

"I asked you a question, baby" You tease, using one hand to stroke his cock, your saliva acting as a lube. His dick stands proudly, thick and hard in your soft palm.

"Shit-, yes, feels fuckin' amazing," he pants, hips bucking, pre cum bubbling from the angry red tip. You can barely fit your hand around him, wetness seeping out of your pussy, imagining his veiny cock inside of you.

You lock eyes with him, leaning down to place soft kisses around the tip. He groans out, the sound adding to your arousal. Gathering spit in your mouth, you hold his gaze, before letting the saliva drip out onto his dick.

"Fuck, such a dirty girl," he groans, bucking his hips up into nothing. You smirk at his desperation, loving the way he's falling apart in front of you.

"C'mon baby, wanna feel your lips back on my dick," he whines, before you put him out of his misery.

He lets out a guttural moan when you take him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. You're lost in the taste and feel of having him in your mouth.

Your eyes water slightly, taking more of his cock in your mouth until you feel it hit the back of your throat. He lets out a steady stream of moans, littered with profanities. You breathe through your nostrils, looking up at him while you massage his sensitive balls.

"You're so fuckin' sexy," he murmurs, bringing up a hand to cradle the back of your head. You love the feeling, relishing in the control he has over you. Relaxing your throat, he fucks your mouth, gently gripping your head with both hands.

"Look at you, on your knees before I can even take a shower," he punctuates the words with sharp thrusts, making you gag around him. Warmth spreads over your body, loving the way he talks to you.

"Such a fuckin' slut, aren't you?" he mocks, a smirk taking over his face. Your eyes light up at the words, loving when he gets like this. So close to the edge and just a little mean with you.

You do your best to nod your head, humming in agreement. The vibrations cause his dick to stir, pushing him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum," he huffs, locking your head into place while he sloppily thrusts into your warmth.

You babble around him, helping him chase his orgasm. He's lost in pleasure, jaw slightly agape. You're grinding down onto the pillow below, unable to control yourself.

"Fuckin' take it," he groans, more wetness pooling into your panties. "'M gonna cum in your mouth, then fuck that tight pussy," he mutters, your low moan adding to his pleasure.

The vibrations cause hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, salty and thick. You lift your head slightly, trying to relax your throat against the steady stream.

"Shiiiiiiiit," Mike huffs out, arms slumping to his sides. You stare up at him in awe, sliding off of his cock.

He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. You feel your cheeks burn, sticking your clean tongue. His answering smirk makes your pussy throb.

"Such a good girl," he mumbles, reaching down to shove his cock back into his pants before he helps you up. You settle into his side on the worn couch, nestling into his warmth, pressing kisses along his neck.

He turns his head to capture your soft lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His rough vest brushes against your sensitive nipples, your skimpy pajama top doing little to act as a barrier. The way his tongue invades your mouth makes your head swim.

Peppering kisses down your throat, his strong hand reaches across to knead your ass through your pants. Goosebumps follow everywhere he touches, your heart still beating out of your chest. He starts to slip his hands into your pants, before a knock sounds at the door.

"Damn it," he groans, the disappointment in his voice making you giggle.

"Open the door!" You both bristle at the sound of his aunt's voice, likely bringing Abby home for the night. The thought of the sweet girl makes you smile, untangling yourself from your boyfriend.

"C'mon, Mike, answer the door," you tell him, almost laughing at the disappointed look on his face.

"Babe, c'mon, we'll finish later," you giggle, as he untangles himself with a scowl on his face. He presses a firm kiss on your lips before he stands.

Your heart thuds when he bends down, hovering over you, both arms trapping you in your spot on the couch.

"Say hi to Abby, and then go wait in my room until I get there," he commands.

You squirm, subtly grinding your clit against your heel, before nodding. He chuckles, pressing one last kiss to your lips before heading to the door.

It's going to be a long night.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #michael schmidt #mike schimdt smut #micheal schmidt #vanessa afton #william afton #william afton x reader #𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹ ˚˖⋆｡ ra ra fics

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darthpastry · 14 days

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Something about Michael’s Pizzeria Sim outfit being blue and yellow. Two colors that combine into green. Which in some color wheels is opposite of purple. More importantly, is Charlie’s color.

I do want to analyze color use in FNaF more though.

#brainrot is hitting hard today #that’s what happens when I sit in a car doing nothing but listening to music #about a third of which is fnaf #while plotting out fic #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #fnaf pizzeria simulator #pizzeria simulator #fnaf 6 pizza simulator #fnaf 6 #mike afton #fnaf michael afton #micheal afton #afton family #purple guy #charlie emily #charlotte emily

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leo-actually-draws-things · 3 months

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Back to '83 Michael & Freddy References

Just had some Funny Doodles and headshot references

Teen Michael

Fnaf 6 Mike

GlamRock Freddy/Michael (Bonus: Tired Dad with a grumpy Gremlin Child)

#my art #back to '83 au #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf michael afton #fnaf micheal #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #fnaf fic #tw bandages #For a funny height comparison #Gregory is 4'0“ (122 cm) and GlamMike is 7'9” (236.3 cm)#Teen Michael is 5'7 (190.5 cm) because it's fun #Adult Michael I've been playing with the idea of being 6'3 #(170.2 cm)#not that he couldn't have gotten taller if he didn't get scooped at 18

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viarayy01-blog · 5 months

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Inside The Heart - Chapter 2

viarayy01 - previous chapter here

Even with the twelve hours of rest he had gotten, Evan still groaned when he was woken by someone shaking his shoulder. He swiped away at the hand that gripped his arm and pulled the covers completely over his head. It only took a second for the cool air to hit him once again.

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled. He pulled his legs to his chest and reached at the bottom of his bed for his blanket.

Whoever was in his room groaned and tugged Evans reaching arm until he flipped around to face them.

“Evan. You gotta get up. Dads calling for you.”

Without another word Evan sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Looking up at the perpetrator of his sleep, he instantly recoiled. Micheal.

“Seriously. I would hurry down if you don't want to get a scolding.” Said his older brother with a tang of British accent. Evan nodded cautiously and watched Micheal leave his bedroom. Mike slowly closed the door and yelled something to their father from the top of the stairs.

He stared at his closed door for a few seconds before blinking and jumping off of his mattress. The clock next to his bed read 6:45. If he got ready quick enough, he could rush to school in time to meet up with Cassidy before the bell rang–

Ah. Cassidy.

Evan combed through his hair with a sigh and pushed his slippers on. Facing his closet, he pulled out a loose sweater that had two light gray lines on the elbow of the sleeves. He tossed on the shirt, chose a pair of pants, and washed his face in the bathroom he shared with his sister. Makeup and various other skincare products crowded her side of the sink.

He pushed a few things away from his side and fiddled with his hair in the mirror. The bathroom light made his swollen eyebags look incredibly unappealing, but he tried his best not to focus on them. Finally satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his messenger bag from his bedside and flew down the stairs as quickly as possible.

“Good morning, Evan.” Said his father, William Afton, from behind the sink. “There's a piece of toast on the island for you. Micheal made it while you were busy wasting your time up there. Try to hurry up in the future. Your lucky Micheal was in a good enough mood to make you anything.” He gestured to Micheal, who was sitting on the couch with his own piece of extremely burnt toast.

Evan nodded at him and pulled the food off of the paper towel Micheal had laid it on. “One time thing. Jam is on the table.” Micheal said to him between bites.

“Oh. Thanks.” He replied. William turned off the sink behind him and wiped his hands on a towel.

“Micheal, have you seen Elizabeth this morning? There were an obscene amount of dishes in the sink when I woke up. Seems like she was in a rush.” William called as he slipped on his coat. Well, that explained the mess in the bathroom. Micheal moved into the kitchen and emptied the crumbs from his plate into the sink.

“She left early for school.” He waved around the butter knife he had used for his food. “Club stuff or something.”

Evan sat on one of the barstools and splattered grape jam on the bread. “I…I remember her mentioning that she likes to leave early to hang out with her friends at the gas station..” He said quietly. William stopped wrestling with his coat and clenched his jaw.

Micheal stopped scrubbing his plate and flicked his head around. His eyes shot open and he chewed on his lip. Evan shook his head and furrowed his brows. Did he miss something or…?

“That godforsaken girl. Well. I'm going to have to tell her something about that afterschool. Cant have her wasting time like that, or even worse, wasting her money getting into trouble. If she's not going to do anything academic in the mornings, she's not going to be going out anywhere for fun either.” William replied gruffly. He twirled his keys on his index finger and opened the garage door. “Goodbye, boys.” He didn't wait for their response before slamming it shut. Evan and Micheal stood silently until they heard his car pull out of the driveway.

Micheal shoved his plate into the open dishwasher and kicked it shut. “You just had to go and open your mouth Ev.” He sighed. Evan drew back from his seat.

“What?”

Micheal leaned against the counter and rubbed his face.

“I said , you just had to say something to get Liz in trouble. You and I both know that she's not studying in the mornings when she leaves early. Or hell, that she's studying ever. She's going out to screw around with guys or something. And now father knows. She's gonna kill you. Better yet, he's going to kill you for lying when she weasels her way out of it!” He laughed. Evan swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I- I didn't know he’d get upset!” He threw his hands in the air. The paper thin relationship he had with Elizabeth was already on the verge of tearing. “Maybe he will forget. Maybe she really was out studying! I really didn't mean to.” Evan cursed himself as tears began to trickle onto the marble. Micheal nervously flung off the counter and looked downwards at his brother.

“Hey, I'm not mad, it's fine. Just keep your mouth shut next time alright? Last thing I need is dad finding out what I do after school, too. Okay? Everyones on edge already with mom gone. Elizabeth really doesn't need another thing harboring on her mind.”

Evan immediately met his brother's gaze, wanting to move as far away from this conversation and his tears as possible. “Okay. I'm really sorry.” Micheal gave him a thankful look and snatched the half eaten bread from Evans hands.

“You better go if you don't want to be late. I gotta go anyway. Someones gotta warn Liz that she's in deep shit when dad gets home.” He groaned. “Scram.” Evan did as he was told and left the house without another word.

The cool air hit his face as he ran down the sidewalk and through his neighborhood. He was thankful that he had stopped crying, it was never something he really had control over.

He was also thankful for Micheals shockingly good mood. If he had something like that a few months prior, his brother would have left him with more than just tears.

It was almost too good to be true.

Almost.

Hopefully things at school would go over a lot smoother than home…

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Unfortunately for Evan, the only thing that was smoother at school than at home was the plastic texture of the bathroom floors against his face. Cool, sticky, and crawling with germs.

His head rang amongst the laughter of the kids who had sent him falling to the ground, some recurring bullies from his time at middle school. He didn't really know any of them, not anymore anyway. It had been a few months since the bullies had stopped targeting him. Right around the same time that Micheal had stopped sending Evan to bed with enough nightmares to paralyze him. The only one he truly recognized as he crawled off of the floor was Fritz, a kid who not too long ago had been a good acquaintance of his.

Well, maybe a bit more than not too long ago. Give or take five ish years.

Somehow, they looked the exact same, like time had never touched them as they grew into secondary school. Their hair color was similar to Elizabeth’s but slightly lighter. One of their eyes was a blinding light blue and the other was a chocolate brown.

“Fritz, he's staring at you.” One of the other boys snickered. Evan wiped his face and tried to move away from the group. Fritz lunged out and grabbed his arm before he could get away. “Yeah. He’s always had a problem with staring, haven't you, Afton?” They sneered before shoving Evan into one of the bathroom doors. “You really haven't changed, crybaby.”

Evan squirmed around and tried to break free, but to no avail. “I- I haven't even done anything to you guys! Please just let me go!”

The room erupted with laughter and Fritz dug their nails into Evans arms. “Exactly. Without Cassidy here to protect you, we figured you might need a reminder of what you really are.” Without another word, they motioned behind them and the tallest boy in the group, one with straight black hair, walked forward and gave Evan a swift punch to the gut. He doubled over as Fritz released him from the wall. Tears poured out of his eyes for the second time that day with no sign of stopping. He buried his face into his knees and prayed they would just kill him.

Fritz stood over Evan and glared down at him.

“Really.” They laughed. “You are still the same weak and worthless little wuss that your brother tried to kill all those years ago.” He leaned down and pushed Evan over with his shoe. “Don’t forget that. Otherwise we might have to give you another reminder, and I really don't know if your stomach could take another punch like that—“ Fritz continued, only to be interrupted by the bathroom door flinging open. Evan peered around Fritz to see who had been unfortunate enough to walk in at this exact moment. The only thing he managed to catch before someone started screaming were neon blue sneakers slamming upwards into one of the bullies legs.

Fritz quickly turned around at the sudden noise, his fists already clenched. “What the hell—?” They said.

Evan clawed at his chest and managed to get a better angle from the floor.

Standing far shorter than the other boys in the bathroom was Gregory, bending his knee back and forth as his sneakers slid on the linoleum. “Think I pulled a muscle doing that. Did the job, though.” He grinned. Evan glanced at the still wincing bully Gregory had kicked to the ground. He guessed it was the same one who had screamed. The tallest kid pulled the injured boy away from the center of the room and leaned him against the wall.

“Gregory! Stay outta this, you don’t even know him!” Fritz yelled, shuffling slightly backwards and away from him.

“Yeah, but I do know you, Fritz. And I also know that your one incident away from landing yourself in the principal's office. So my best advice to you is to get outta my way. I don’t really think you wanna risk getting kicked out of this school.” Gregory sneered. He looked way more pleased with himself than frightened, a reaction that Evan deemed completely unreasonable in this situation.

Even with his oddly shaped cowlick, Gregory barely stood above the height of a fourth grader, a trait that Fritz and the other bullies did not possess. From an outsider's point of view, this fight would’ve end in a blink.

Still, when Gregory stepped closer to Fritz, they moved away. When Gregory raised his fist and shoved it against Fritz’s face, the other bullies stood back to watch. When Gregory pulled Evan off the floor and supported him out the door, they let him go.

No fight. No backlash.

They just watched him leave.

“You alright? Looks like Nathan gave you a really nasty punch back there.” Gregory said as he helped Evan sit on one of the outdoor benches. Voices flooded the outside tables. He had almost forgotten it was still lunch.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Not the worst i’ve been punched.” Evan wiped his eyes and plastered on a reassuring smile. Gregory quirked his eyebrow but didn’t inquire about it further.

“So, your name's Evan right? Cassidy’s friend?” He asked. Evan nodded. “I figured. I heard them mention her name outside the door and figured she wasn’t here today.” Evan nodded again.

“She had something to take care of. Probably why they decided that today would be the day to give me a good punch.” He grimaced. He knew that Cassidy was good at keeping bullies away, but he didn’t realize that she was the only thing between him and permanent chest pain. Gregory laughed a bit and sat across from him on the adjacent bench.

“Sounds like something Fritz would do.” He hummed.

They sat in silence for a moment, only the sounds of the lunchroom and classrooms echoing around them before Evan cleared his throat.

“Th-thanks, by the way. You didn’t have to do that for me back there.” Evan mumbled. He chewed the inside of his cheek.

Gregory shook his head and crossed his legs. “Are you kidding? Thank you for letting me beat the shit out of Fritz Figueroa. I’ve been wanting to do that for forever!” He laughed.

“Plus, I’ve been wanting to get to know you for a bit. You seem like a really cool kid, Ev.” Gregory said, completely nonchalant. His amber eyes blinked patiently at the frozen boy across from him. Evan held his breath and let his own eyes open wide.

Nobody had ever said something like that to him before.

Before he could open his mouth to respond, the lunch bell rang and the outdoor area they were sitting in slowly drained of people.

Gregory tugged at Evans arm and pulled him off of the wooden bench. “C'mon! Let's get to class. English next, right?” He asked.

“Y-yeah. English.” He stuttered. Gregory let another infectious smile break out and pulled Evan into the school.

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For the first time ever in his life, Evan was wishing that he had been bullied sooner.

There was no word to describe how easily Gregory clicked with him and how quickly they fell into conversation. It was almost a little scary to Evan. He didn’t know that he could ever be friends with anyone other than Cassidy.

Classes flew by like nothing and Gregory did everything he could to pair up with Evan in every single period. Really . Every single class.

By the end of the day, Evan felt like a million bucks. He liked that Gregory could make him feel less alone. He liked having someone who wanted to be friends with him.

It made everything fade away.

“No really. I mean it.” Gregory said confidently. “You should come hang out afterschool.”

They were sitting in the art room where they had spent their last period. Gregory was perched on one of the open windowsills’ and Evan was in his assigned seat.

Evans' eyes popped out of his head and he opened his mouth. “W-what?” Had he really heard that correctly?

Gregory took in his expression and burst out into laughter.

“Wow. I kinda knew that Cassidy had severed you from the rest of the world but I didn't know it was this bad.” He continued laughing. Evan flinched at the mention of Cassidy’s name but tried to fake a smile. Gregory flipped his hair back and out of his face, catching Evans' eye.

“Oh shit. Sorry.” He reached for his face. “I shouldn’t have said that.” He laced his fingers against his backpack strap. “Cassie says I don't know when to shut up. Actually, I'm pretty sure everybody in my family says that.” He chuckled.

“Cassie’s in your family?” Evan rested his arm on his desk. He knew that adoption was pretty common nowadays but had no idea that Cassie was one of those kids.

Gregory’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned against the classroom window. “Oh! No. Well not traditionally anyway. Metaphorical family. Like, she’s always hanging out with me and my dad’s so I just consider her part of it. Found family or whatever.” He waved his hands around to abbreviate. “Like a family friend who you call uncle or cousin. If that makes sense.”

Immediately Evans' mind wandered to his Uncle Henry, and his “cousins” Charlie and Sammy. “That makes sense. I call my dad’s business partner Uncle just because of how long they’ve known each other. I don't see him much anymore since he moved, but I get what you mean.” Gregory clapped his hands together and pointed at him.

“Yeah! Exactly! Majority of my family is actually like that.” He continued. The air conditioning kicked on and a light breeze ruffled his hair. “My aunt’s Chica and Roxane are married, and of course there's my dads, but my Uncle Monty and Uncle Eclipse are not blood related at all. Everyone just grew up together and ended up sticking like glue throughout college. Forming my weird, but somehow cohesive, family.” He sighed.

Evan stared at him dumbfounded. Ignoring the very strange names all of the adults in Gregory’s life possessed, he had never heard of a group of people quite like how Gregory described his family. Nobody was blood related? Everyone just stayed together because they were that great of friends? It sounded so unreal. It sounded too good to be true.

It sounded nothing like his family.

Gregory nodded and bounced off the window.

“Anywho, you up for a little after school fun? You’ll get to meet my aunts if you tag along.” He said enticingly. Evan rubbed his hand up and down his sleeve.

“Are you sure? I don't want to be in the way.” He still wasn’t convinced that Gregory hasn’t been doing this as an elaborate act to make Evan look like a complete idiot. It was one thing to hang out at school. It was another to hang out afterwards, too.

But it only took a second for Gregory to meet his gaze. “Dude. Of course I'm sure. You’ve had a pretty awful day, I think you deserve to have a break from it all. A break with your super cool new friend, Moi.” He laughed.

Gregory offered him a hand and smiled as brightly as he could.

And for once, Evan smiled right back.

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charlie-artlie · 2 years

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Obligatory joke is obligatory

#the magnus archives #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #jonathan sims #micheal afton #arts #id in alt text #if I could secure of month of solitude I could write this entire fic #The Freddy Archives

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honey-oatmilk · 1 year

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I’ve been enjoying reading @inkspottie’s Laughing at Tragedy au lately and wanted to try drawing my idea of what Rockstar Lolbit would look like, so here they are!

#my art #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #micheal afton #lolbit #laughing at tragedy #ignore the fact that this is basically just furry art #i’m trying not to think about it #not my best work but oh well #go check out the fic it’s so good!!!#art

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kining-the-evil · 6 months

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I will now be writing for Fnaf! Characters I’ll write for include:

William Afton(both Movie and Game)

Michael Afton

Michael Schmidt(movie)

Vanessa(Movie)

Situations I write for include:

Fem!reader/masc!reader/gender nonconforming!reader

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Age regression(non sexual)

ABO

Yandere

Parental relationship (not romantic/sexual)

#micheal schmidt #fnaf fic #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy’s movie #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael schmidt x reader #william afton x reader #william afton #request

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remythelad · 1 year

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#michael afton #art #fnaf #fnaf fanart #digital art #fnaf micheal #micheal afton #what remains fic #remy is artistic #michael afton mullet truther #tw needles #fredbear #golden freddy

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bloodthirstofthered · 4 months

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back on my fnaf gregory + mike chaos duo bs

i think theyre neat so i wrote a dumb self indulgent cliche fix

so here's a fic i wrote that i updated for the first time in like 4 months today. hhhhopefully i don't take that long to write the next one (probs wont, but it may take a minute because it's 1k+ words already and not even done)

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #micheal afton #michael afton #fnaf fic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fandom #yeah its that one fnaf fic that makes fun of british people for 3 chapters

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sotogalmo · 8 months

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3:01

Not me having a fic, of my version of Micheal(the first ever fucking tag is "my corpse wife")

#i need help #time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #veronika grebenshchikova kinnie moment !!!#she would ig call some horrors her wives #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #afton family #fnaf fic #af fic #micheal afton #micheal afton fic #ehhehehe #im writing corpses!!!!!! my wife 💗

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percy-jacksons-lawyer · 6 months

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Can anyone help me find these?

Ok so there are three fics that live in my head rent free and I can’t find them anywhere (I didn’t have accounts back then, and I never finished them.) if anyone can help me find even one of these I’d be so grateful!

1. It was on quotv and it was a yanderes x reader fic where reader was from some island (or something) where yanderes were the norm and she had to his her emotions and try to blend in so that she didn’t attract a yandere for her whole life (her mom was taken by a yandere when she was a kid). She was saving up money so that she could leave that place behind but then suddenly she started gaining the attention of different yanderes and she had to navigate around them.

2. It was a Michael Afton x child reader, where reader had an @busive dad and he kicked her out (she was a little kid) and Michael found her almost frozen on a park bench and adopted her. Reader also had this power where if she died she respawned back to the last place she slept. (It was a really sweet fic and I miss it even though the last time I saw it the author hadn’t updated in months)

3. It was an Inuyasha x Kagome fic set in the modern world (high school au I think) where Inuyasha and Kagome used to be bffs but Kikiyo and Inuyasha started dating and he and Kagome fought and they stopped talking to each other. And eventually it becomes an “best friends, to enemies, to friends that flirt while fighting but refuse to acknowledge that they like each other, to lovers”. And Sessomaru is a ceo of a company and he takes care of Inuyasha after their dad died. I can’t remember what platform this was on as I haven’t read it since 2016-2017 but I loved this fic, but my laptop broke and I couldn’t remember the name of the fic.

If anyone can help me find any of these I’d be so thankful!!!

#fic search #can anyone help me find this fic?#find this fic #find a fic #inuyasha #inukag #yandere #yandere fic #fnaf #micheal afton #x reader

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fnaflover2024 · 15 days

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Chapter 6 has arrived!

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inky-goddess · 9 months

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Urban Exploring

Warnings: Blood, death, depressed thoughts, panic attacks Fic type: Hurt/comfort Ship: Jeremy (the fnaf vr/fnaf 2 one) x Micheal Prompt

"Something's off about this place…" Jeremy said

"…You mean other than the giant pools of dried blood?" Micheal said.

"erm...that too" Jeremy said.

Michael sighed.

He knew exactly why this place felt off.

"You do realize what happened here?" He asked Jeremy.

"You mean other than what caused the pools of dried blood?" Jeremy said with a laugh.

"Now is not the time for this!" Michael exclaimed.

"But you're smiling~" Jeremy said, in a sings song tone.

Michael sighed, and let out a small chuckle.

"You really know how to get me to loosen up" he admitted.

Michael looked away. Jeremy wasn't there that day. And no one ever told him what really happened on Evan's birthday. All Jeremy knew was that Evan died here on his birthday. But now standing in the abandoned Fredbear's Family Diner, Michael had a choice to make.

Do I tell him? Will he hate me? Will he tell me I'm just as bad as-

As those panicked thoughts ran through Michael's mind, a familiar voice called out to him.

"MIKEY JUST TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND-" Evan started.

"Boyfriend?" Jeremy asked.

"E-Evan?" Micheal was too surprised to be flustered.

"Alright so I'm not hallucinating. That is your little brother who just called me your boyfriend" Jeremy said.

Michael's face went redder than Foxy.

"He what?" Micheal asked.

Evan laughed. And as he came out of the shadows, Micheal was face to face with the animatronic that he had shoved his little brother into.

Every ounce of flusteredness at his brother's comment on him and Jeremy went away as panic set in.

No no no this wasn't meant to happen. Micheal thought.

His rapid breathing and swift backing up was signal enough to Jeremy and Evan that something was wrong.

"Are you alright Mike?" Jeremy asked.

Micheal stared at him, wide eyed.

"I'm just like him...aren't I..." He said, almost devoid of any emotion.

Empty.

"Mike? Mike what's going on?" Jeremy was now starting to panic as well.

He had comforted Micheal through panic attacks before, but never one this bad.

"Y-you know how you were away the week of my birthday?" Evan asked.

Jeremy nodded.

"And how you are basically 90% of Micheal's impulse control? even back then?" Evan continued.

"Yeah...? Where is this going?" Jeremy asked.

"He- He may have accidentally- ACCIDENTALLY- shoved me into Fredbear's mouth...as a prank" Evan explained.

Jeremy looked over at his panicking boyfriend

"Mike...why didn't you tell me this?" He asked.

"You hate me don't you...you think I'm just like him" Mike said, once again devoid of any emotion.

"Micheal I do not think you are like that man!" Jeremy exclaimed.

Evan looked over at the two.

And they say they aren't boyfriends. Evan thinks.

Jeremy put his hands on Micheal's shoulders.

"Just tell me what is going on, you haven't been this...emotionless...in your speaking since you were scooped!" Jeremy pleaded.

"Since WHAT?" Evan yelled.

"Um It- It's hard to explain" Jeremy said.

"You don't need to explain just comfort him, I-I don't think I can comfort him like this...o-or at all...im not good at comfort" Evan said.

"Right" Jeremy said as he turned around to face his boyfriend.

"Just say you hate me, I know you do" Mike said.

"Mike. You know that's not true. I...I love you...a lot" Jeremy confessed.

"FINALLY" Evan yelled.

"Not the time" Both boys hissed.

"A-anyways...I love you too Jeremy" Micheal said.

Micheal got up and walked over to the animatronic bear possessed by his younger brother.

"I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean for it to go that far..." Mike said.

"I know, and I forgave you a long time ago. Now explain what Jeremy meant when he said you got 'scooped'" Evan said.

#pls be nice to me i debating with myself for 10 minuets on whether or not to post this or not #because this fic is 100% shit #and very self indulgent #jeremy x michael #jeremy fitzgerald #micheal afton #evan afton #evan out here third wheeling #cc afton #hurt/comfort #does this count as hurt comfort?#evan can be a little shit to mike #as a treat #fnaf fic #fnaf au #kinda #it's def not cannon complaint #crow's fics #I will most likely post fics here and reblog them to my writing blog

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