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chekerbored · 7 months
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redraws cutely
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daveykinqy · 1 year
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Dismembers you cutely
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beeperis · 2 years
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just a short little thing, but:  Imagine being William's partner and slowly becoming a positive parental figure to his kids. Evan waking the both of you up because he had a nightmare--tiny fists rapping at your door in quick time, as if he was being chased by a monster. You open the door, lifting him up into your arms and pressing a small kiss to his tear-stained cheek. "It's okay, little bear. Wanna sleep in our bed tonight?" You offered. Evan looks over at your queen-sized bed, seeing his father still half-asleep. He shakes his head 'no' frantically, small fingers clutching tighter onto your shirt. Noticing his fear, you quickly reassure him, "It's alright! He won't be mad at you. I promise." Evan buries his face in your chest, gripping your shirt even tighter. You get him settled into the soft blankets, and for once, his fearful expression fades, finally relaxing. His brows were no longer furrowed; his mouth was no longer pointed downwards in a frown. Evan was nuzzled between you and William, finally safe from all of the monsters in his mind.
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aftonspogchamp · 2 years
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pov: you walk into the feddy pizzeria, ready to start your new job. your boss, Mr Afton, leads you to the back of the establishment and opens the door to the uniform room so you can change. this is the first and the last thing you see:
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(spoiler: he breeds you, consensually ofc)
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annabiazinhaa · 1 year
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❝ 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 ”
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❝ 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞
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cherrilemon · 2 years
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Let's be real for a second, all of us William Afton simps would absolutely get charmed to get stuffed in a animatronic suit.... there's no fighting that, now get up on stage and sing Happy Birthday, you quirky lil simp
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henryemilykissers · 7 months
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William afton simps in a nutshell
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purple-medicines · 2 years
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My best friend just sent me a pic of William... I'm on my work and the pic was NSFW
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keikoyume · 4 months
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I feel like I’m back to my teenager period
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chekerbored · 9 months
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alt style doodle feat. Steve Raglan
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ghostfilesbiatch · 5 months
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I don’t see enough ppl talking about how fucking HUGE Matthew Lillard is in that spring bonnie suit in the movie.
The way he had to duck down a bit to enter through the doorframe….. WHOA MAMA
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beeperis · 2 years
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I deeply need a part two to your last post 🙈 in fact, 10 more parts would be perfect.
Thank you though fr it’s so cute 🤞
hello! here’s one with michael! i meant for it to be just a short imagine, but it ended up as a small fic so here you go! ^^ -~*~- summary ; your husband’s (william) son michael really dislikes you for some reason. but one night, he comes home covered in injuries from a fight, so you patch him up!  warnings ; brief mentions of parent death, descriptions of nonfatal injuries/bruises pairings ; implied william afton x gn! reader, platonic michael afton & parent! reader notes ; this was so fun to write! i love writing fluff in general, but domestic fluff is my favorite <3 -~*~- Ever since you married William, Michael didn't really like you. He thought you were simply a replacement for his birth mother, whom you later learned had died several years earlier. He was cold, and whereas the other Afton children were quick to see you as a parental figure, it took a long time for him to stand even being in the same room as you. You had made several genuine attempts to get him to warm up to you--but none of them had worked. 
Things like offering to make him breakfast, attempts to make small talk while driving him to school, and simply asking about his music taste were all met with a snarky huff and an eye roll. William reassured you that it was simply because he was just a teenager going through a rebellious phase. "And that's normal, dearest. I love you more than words could ever express," William told you one night, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. But despite Michael's clear distaste of you, you were determined to befriend him! You just hadn't quite figured out how yet. Any efforts to talk to him often ended with a door being slammed in your face. This kind of thing hurt your feelings, but, like William said, he was just an edgy teen, so you didn't think too much of it.  Tonight was really no different. It was about 8pm, and you were in bed reading a fantasy novel you picked up at the bookstore. William had to work late once more, leaving you alone with the kids. You didn't mind though! Evan was downstairs having a 'movie night' as he called it, where he brought every single one of his stuffed animals to the couch to watch television with him. Lizzie was downstairs as well, scribbling messy doodles of cats and ice cream onto a few sheets of paper. But as for Michael? You had no idea where he was. He said he was going bowling with his friends, but he'd been gone for close to four hours now. You were starting to worry.  As your eyes roamed the pages of the book, frantic and loud knocks at your bedroom door made you snap back into reality. You quickly set the book down, leaving it open on the bed so you wouldn't lose your place. You got up to answer the door as the desperate knocking continued. "Hold on, I'm coming!" You said. Standing at your door was Michael. His bottom lip looked to be busted with how it was swollen, his skin was covered in dark red bruises, his nose was gushing blood, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Holy shit, what happened to you?!" You blurted out. You reached out a hand to caress Michael's face. He didn't even smack your hand away, which seemed strangely out-of-character for him.  He sniffled. "I-I got my ass kicked," he whimpered out between sobs. Normally you'd scold him for that kind of language, but now wasn't the right time. Your parental instincts kicked in immediately. "Shhh, it's okay." You wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the bathroom located in yours and William's shared bedroom. 
Every so often, Michael would bring a hand up to his face to wipe at the tears, still blubbering about the other boys who "beat the shit out of him," as he put it. You helped Michael up onto the bathroom counter as you started to search the cabinets for a rag. You found one, and as you ran the cloth under the sink for a moment or two, you tried asking him what had happened. Michael's tears had finally eased up a bit as he explained that he wasn't comfortable sharing what happened. "S-sorry," he apologized out of nowhere. You turned off the sink, wringing out the cloth. "There's nothing to apologize for, hun. You're the one who just got into a fight! You've done nothing wrong, I promise." You began softly dabbing at the dried blood around his nose. His light blue eyes looked away from you. "No, for like, everything," he mumbled. You tilted your head a bit in confusion. "Everything? What do you mean?" Michael sighed deeply. He wasn't used to apologizing or even regretting his actions. "For being an asshol--" You were quick to cut him off, "Language."  "Right, sorry. For being...Really rude to you for no reason. You seem like a nice person, and my dad's a lot happier whenever you two are together. I guess I never really got over my mom's death and when you came into the picture, I felt like he was just trying to replace her." He paused for a moment. "But that's clearly not the case. He loves you. A lot, actually. He wouldn't shut up about you when he first met you. God, it was all I heard for like, a month." You chuckled lightly, a warmth seeping into your heart at the mention of William being soft for you.
"Thank you, Michael. That means a lot to hear." You smiled. "But promise to try not to get into anymore fights like this, okay?" You said. Michael shrugged his shoulders, a malicious grin painting his features. "No promises."
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ftmsteveraglan · 3 months
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i love the idea of comforting a self conscious william. that man definitely takes pride in his appearance, and as he gets older, he starts to grow more critical about himself. his graying hair, his growing dad belly, his springlock scars, he sees them all as signs of failure.
but not you. you love them all. his graying temples make him look mature. his tummy makes him appear soft and huggable. his scars are a sign of strength, that he was able to survive that.
william counts himself lucky, that he's found such a sweet, loyal little thing like you.
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aftonspogchamp · 2 years
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oddballwriter · 9 months
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The Rumor Has It
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Summary: A (Matthew Lillard) Willam Afton blurb 
Warnings: It’s implied that reader is in a secrest relationship with William Afton. (Implied) Boss-employee relationship. It’s also implied that Will and the reader are fucking. Will sounds like a bit of a creep on purpose. I’m sure that there might be more to add, if there is just tell me and I’ll put it.
Author’s Snip: This sucks, I’m sorry William Afton girlies, I’ve failed you. I don’t know, I wrote for Mike and I wanted to write for Will too but didn’t really know what to do. Honestly feel free to get in my inbox and request for some stuff for Mike and William Afton because the FNAF movie trailer got me going wild like a girl in Miami.
Notes: This was not proof-read, I’m tired lol.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
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  There’s a rumor among the FazBear staff about the boss, William Afton. Well, there were several, but the newest one had to do with one of the other employees, (Y/n), you. It was simple. The rumor has it that you two were a little too friendly with each other, with a certain look and emphasis always given to the word “too friendly” so that anyone who hears it knows what it really means. 
  Everyone knew William was a long since divorced man, and the ticket girl confessed that one time a while back on her lunch break that you mentioned that you were single. But then a guy who worked as a mechanic spoke up and admitted that he tried flirting with you once and you said that you were “off the market”.
  It also didn’t help that Will seemed to confide in you for a lot of things and always gave some kind of term at the end of each request. “Could you get that for me, sweetie.”, “Thank you, my dear.”, “Would you mind doing something for me real quick, sweetheart?”. There was always a little something he wanted you to do for him. 
  Of course, they never gossiped in ear shot of you, or god forbid William himself. It was always break room whispers when you weren’t there about how you spent a suspiciously long time “talking” with Mr. Afton with the door to his office closed yesterday. Or about how last week he offered to drive you home since “A young thing like you shouldn’t be on those busses so late.” and you gave some type of smile while you agreed to it. 
  There was never any true non-believers, just new people who weren’t told about the rumor yet. There were those who firmly believed that you two were fooling around behind closed doors and those who just thought that the tension was there. After all, no one could get full proof of the former. 
  The best they could do was ask if you were seeing anyone during small talk. And you always shrugged and asked if it really mattered, but some said that you would give a glance that made it feel like you know what they were getting at. But that was another rumor tied to it. That’s what the rumor has.
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