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rotting-pulse · 10 months

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“You’re gay..?”

synopsis: An evening binge of horror brings you and your best friend Michael closer than you thought, unlocking things you both had long shoved down, but perhaps opening a world of new possibilities.

tw: coming out, mentions of homophobia, underage drinking and sex jokes (scandalous i know)

a/n: tried to keep this as accurate to the time period as possible (late 80s) but i know Army of Darkness came out in the 90s. I don’t really care though and i don’t think y’all are expecting perfect details in your fnaf fanfiction.

fem aligned please dni, this is a mlm fic

The bell ringing snapped you out of your dream like state. Finally, the end of the day and the end of the week for that matter. Throwing your bag over your shoulder and pulling on the headphones connected to your walkman you made your way out of the school.

As you walked down the halls and out the front door you couldn’t help but notice the familiar sight of a curly haired boy at the entrance. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, then he saw you. He smiled and waved you over. You pulled down the headphones around your head, trying to hide the growing smile on your face. Michael Afton was friend of yours, just that though. No matter how much you two teased each other, at the end of the day you were just friends. Nothing more.

His voice broke through the chatter of other students, looking over at you and asking, "Hey, you ready for that sleepover?"

Right. You were in such a rush to get home you’d nearly forgotten that you had invited him over. You chuckled though at his question. “Duh. I rented out Evil Dead and Army of Darkness already. Also my family’s gone all this weekend so we’ll have the house to ourselves… you’re free to come over whenever.”

Your parents had told you this morning that they needed to go meet up with some relatives out of town, collecting some documents or something, you weren’t exactly paying attention. They seemed fine with Michael still coming over however, at this point you two had known each other for so long that he was practically family. He always preferred coming over to your place too, he never elaborated too heavily on why but from what you knew his dad was a massive prick. You two had your system, and it worked. A perfect friendship…

His eyes seemed to light up at your words, excitement glittering in their soft blue hue. His kind smile grew even more, the freckled skin around his face crinkling at the strain. ‘God you need to stop staring at his face, you freak.’ The thought had weaseled it’s way in, echoing in your brain like a poltergeist whispering it in. Your gaze flickered to the ground as his smiled once more.

“Shit, that sounds awesome! I’ll swing by in a little bit, just need to grab some stuff from home. Anything I should bring?”

You thought for a moment and shook your head, trying to remain casual. “Nothing I can think of, I’m pretty sure I have everything there already.”

Michael’s smile seemed permanently etched onto his face as he talked to you, beaming like the sun’s rays. "Alright then, I'll trust your judgment. See you soon." He winks before turning to walk away, his bag slung loosely over one shoulder.

You sighed and walked in the opposite direction, pulling on your headphones again and focusing on the music as you start your walk home. Any time your mind would wander it would always lead back to Michael. You kept trying to shake it off but it clung to you like a plague that had no cure. You didn’t feel this way about any of your other friends, so why Michael? What made him so special that he seemed to be in your every waking thought? Why did it have to be a guy..?

Before you knew it you were at your doorstep and using the key tucked under the welcome mat to unlock the door and let yourself in. You kicked your boots off at the door and trudged you way inside, throwing your bag down in your room. Walking back out into the living room you sighed and tided up a bit, putting out some snacks and making things look presentable. You got so lost in your thoughts that barely noticed that the doorbell rang, quickly hopping up from your seat you went to open it, welcoming Michael into the house like you had done millions of times before. He took his shoes off and left them near yours by the doorway, going and making himself comfortable in the living room.

He crashed down onto the sofa looking around excitedly. "You've really got everything covered here. This is gonna be epic."

You chuckled and nodded in response, running into the kitchen and opening the fridge to reveal the six pack of beer you had stashed away earlier. Quickly returning back to the living room you hold it up, proudly beaming, “Also, look what I managed to snag us.”

Michael's eyes light up with excitement as he sees the beer. "Oh, you sneaky little devil. That's perfect!" He takes the beer from you and sets it down on the coffee table. "How’d you even manage to get this?" He smirks at you mischievously.

You open one of the bottles and take a large swig of it, sarcastically retorting. “I have my ways. Besides, something told me getting drunk while watching gorey zombie movies would be a great idea.”

He let out a small laugh, “Yeah well, it feels in line with all our other great ideas.”

“What, like when we went to the scrap yard and you decided you could totally just pick up a possum like it was nothing?” You shoot back, a teasing smile on your face as you put in the VHS and grab the remote.

He left out a mock gasp, playfully hitting your shoulder when you sat down on the couch next to him. “In my defense we were in middle school,” he jeered.

You rolled your eyes in response. “Even in middle school I knew not to grab a feral animal. You’re lucky you didn’t get rabies.”

He huffs and settles back on the couch, leaning comfortably against the armrest. "So tell me, have you ever seen Evil Dead before? It's a cult favorite for a reason."

“I’ve seen it more times than I can count. It’s one of my favorites, I mean Bruce Campbell does such a great job as Ash,” You respond. A strange, but familiar sensation creeps into you, a warmth spreading through you chest as he talks. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, leaning on the other end of the sofa. Something about seeing him so comfortable, the golden light of the sun set reflecting off his face… it made you feel flushed like you had never felt before. You lock your eyes on the TV, trying to hide your face behind your hair.

Michael chuckles softly as he listens to you speak. His laugh echos through your head as if you were trying to savor the sound of them. "I bet you're gonna love Army of Darkness. It's one of my personal favorites." He says with a hint of excitement in his voice.

You laugh a bit, taking another sip of the beer in your hand. “Oh yeah? What, the chainsaw hand turn you on or something?” You tease sarcastically.

Michael's cheeks flush red at your comment, but he doesn't let it show. Instead, he gives you an exaggerated wink and a cocky grin. "Well, now that you mention it..."

You let out a noise of mock scandal, dramatically clutching onto your chest for dramatic effect.

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly at your response. "I don't know why you're so surprised. After all, we are men, aren't we?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head at his sarcastic retort. “I guess I just don’t get it,” you laugh. You finish off the bottle of alcohol, before placing it on the coffee table and murmuring, “Then again, I don’t understand a lot of the stuff guys our age are into.”

Michael chuckles and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks at you intently, his eyes sparkling with interest. "What do you mean by that?" He asks, his tone seemingly full of genuine curiosity rather than mockery or ridicule.

I glance over at him, pulling my knees up to my chest and thinking out a response. Did you really want to tell him? Tell him that you’re different than everyone else in your friend group? Your voice felt caught in your throat as you spoke, it felt like letting poison into your body, like you were confessing to something wicked and truly evil. “I guess it’s just… I hear what you and the other guys talk about, like the girls at school and whatever. And I just don’t… feel the same way you do? I don’t know how to describe it, but… I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way.”

Michael’s eyes grow wide in surprise, and he seems taken aback by your honesty. He lets out a small laugh and shakes his head, smiling warmly at you. God that smile, it could seem to solve any problems you had. Making you feel instantly at ease, like it was magic or something.

"Well, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he says with a slight chuckle. Then he sighs and leans back against the couch, looking thoughtful. "But I think you're being too hard on yourself. I think everyone feels that way sometimes."

You shake your head and follow his lead by leaning back, staring up at the ceiling. “Don’t worry, you’ve never made me uncomfortable…” Far from it, it seemed as if he was the only friend you could really be yourself around, not have to worry how other will perceive you. When it was just the two of you, it felt like you were in your own little world where the only thing that mattered was the other person there with you. “It’s… It’s nice getting this off my chest. Cause like, I’m sure I’ll feel that way someday, but with my past girlfriends and whatnot, I just… haven’t felt it. I haven’t felt that spark… not with a girl…” The last part seemed to fall out of your mouth against your will. Your brain seemed to hear those words and go into overdrive, chastising you for letting that be spoken, demeaning you for not keeping that locked away like you had this entire time.

Michael's brow furrows in confusion, his expression growing more serious. He stares at you for a moment before speaking. "Wait, you've never been attracted to a girl? Or you've never had any romantic feelings towards a girl?" He asks, his tone sounding more concerned than anything else.

It felt as if a light went off in your brain, everything clicking into place as it dawned on you. The sinking feeling of dread attacking next as all you can do in answer, “…Both. I’ve never been attracted to girls, nor have I been interested in them romantically…”

Michael’s jaw drops open slightly, his eyes widening in shock. He sits up straight, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’ He stares at you for several moments before speaking, his voice filled with disbelief. "Wow. Really?"

“Michael…” you pause, trying to formulate the sentence in your head. “I think… the way I’m supposed to feel about girls, is how I feel about guys,” you implied, hoping he’d get the message you were trying to convey.

Michael’s eyes widen further still, and he looks absolutely stunned. He takes a few deep breaths, and then speaks in a quiet, shaky voice. "Are you… gay?" He asks hesitantly, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. His voice sounds incredibly unsure of himself, and he looks extremely nervously.

You can’t meet his gaze, to nervous to see the way he’s looking at you. You didn’t want to say the word, you didn’t know if you could say the word. Your whole body seems to tremble as you nod a bit, your voice shaking as you whisper out, “Y-Yeah… I think I am…”

Michael’s eyes go wide once more, and he looks completely floored. He stares at you for a while longer, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He seems unable to believe what he’s hearing, and he keeps repeating, “You’re gay?!” over and over again.

It feels as if suddenly the implications of what you said came crashing down around you. You grab onto his shoulders, finally meeting his gaze as you plea, “Y-You can’t tell anyone. The whole school already think I’m a queer, I don’t need their suspicions getting confirmed. And with the way this town is, the way my parents are… if anyone else knows I’m as good as dead…”

Michael’s eyes widen even further, and he looks absolutely horrified. He quickly stands up from the couch, and pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close to his chest. He whispers into your ear, “It’s okay. Nobody will find out. Not from me, not from anyone.”

You sigh a bit, feeling his arms wrap around. The tension melting away with each deep breath you took until you could finally manage to whisper out, “…thanks.”

Michael holds you close, his hands running through your hair and rubbing your back. He lets out a small laugh, and he begins to rock you back and forth slowly. He hums quietly, a small smile playing across his lips. He leans down, kissing the top of your head. He looks over at you, and his smile grows wider. "You're welcome."

Your brains feels as if it freezes from the sudden intimacy of the moment. You think for a moment, your gaze flickering down to the floor before looking back at him. Was this really how friends responded to situations like this? By holding each other like the were an old married couple?

You hesitantly reach a hand up to brush some of his hair out of his face, stealing a glance at his lips only to look back up at him. He looked heavenly in this light, his soft, sky blue eyes were warm, but hiding something behind them. He was always good at masking what he was thinking, you could guess as to why…

Michael blinks a few times, and he stares back at you with a smile. His eyes widen when you touch his hickory colored hair, and he lets out a soft laugh. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your fingers in his hair. When you look back up at him, he opens his eyes, and they twinkle with mirth. He leans closer, and he presses his lips to yours. He pulls back after a few seconds, and he looks at you with a grin. He runs his thumb along your cheek, and he speaks in a low voice. "You're amazing."

You pause, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being entirely wrapped up in him. It felt as though that little world the two of you had was shrinking in, pushing you together. You slowly raise your both of your hands to grab onto the sides of his face, pulling him in gently for another kiss. It’s a little hesitant but still filled with so much emotion, only breaking away when the lack of oxygen gets to you. If it had been up to you, the two of you would’ve stood there, kissing for an eternity. But as you pull back, gazing up at him, you can’t help but mutter, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that…”

Michael smiles widely, and he reaches up to cup your face in both of his hands. He leans forward, and he presses his lips to yours once more. He breaks away after a minute or two, and he looks up at you with a soft smile. He runs his hand through your hair again, and he speaks in a low voice. "I think I might love you."

“I…” you hold back a chuckle, leaning into his touch with a warm smile, “I think I might love you too…”

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broken-glass-puppet · 6 months

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Going to see the FNAF movie, and I'm sorry, but I love Michael in the movie so....

HEADCANON TIME

Specially talking about movie Michael, he has a dad bod, no, nope, you can't fight me on that

He's not really that tall, solid 5'11

He gives the best hugs, he will put his arms around your waist, brushing your lower back and kissing your cheek, if he's really happy he will pick you up

Cuddle king, you on his chest, his hand making shapes and patterns in your back

He will say the most beautiful jaw dropping heart tearing sentence and then blush and say "w-well that's what I think so..."

Mayor puppy in the world, he gets flustered easily, he stutters if you flirt back and more

He had a strong dad bod, chubby but still strong, also, body hair, not too much, the perfect amount

He radiates heat, personal heater in winter, he sleeps in shorts all the year around

Probably will call you something classic like "babe" or "cutie"

He doesn't think you are "hot" or "sexy" he thinks of you as "gorgeous" "mesmerizing" and "out of a dream" corny mf

Hoodie king

Hot cocoa lover, he makes it so nicely, the perfect amount of sweetness, marshmallows and cream

Kiss him without a warning, he will whimper so much

If you have cold hands, put them under his shirt, he will make the cutest reaction, bro be like "g-gah! H-hey!" And look at you blushing

If you pet his hair or cupp his face he will be like "mhhgg" while looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes

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ubblemon-kibb · 3 months

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FNAF: MICHAEL AFTON x M!READER

“ Getting Caught ,,

ubblemon-kibb • cobi

01/2024

SUMMARY • Your boyfriend Michael and you have chosen to take the next step in your relationship. However, there was just a tad issue … it was the 1980s and William was a “grumpy old man” in Michael’s words.

DISCLAIMERS • fear of homophobia, coming out unintentionally, NSFW suggestions/action, illusion to sex, 1980 concepts and views, etc… You can in-vision movie Michael if you want, but it’s whatever - all up to you (personally I don’t see Josh like that 💀), unproofread.

The sound of rumbling asphalt was deaf on your ears.

It had been nearly 6 months, sure a short time, but almost a year was a big deal.

He had asked you while the two of you trailed behind your group of friends. Michael and his goofy grin- his bright eyes and tan skin. It was that look that made your heart stop - that was the moment you knew your dynamic would change forever, and friendship would merely not be an option any longer.

In that moment, you quickly twisted your head away from him, face flushed and heart pounding.

Jacob, Anissa, Wilson - what about them?

What would they think?

Your hands clutched your jacket (it was really Michael’s, but the sudden drop in temperature had him lend it to you).

You remember seeing Michael’s smile drop, he looked away and his face twisted to one of nervousness.

The other three of your friends ran ahead of you guys, jumping and screaming about something.

He stopped.

You stopped.

You stood there together only a mere block from his house, you could see the warm lights peaking through the rooftops in front of it. Michael’s face grew warm, under the cold night sky, you didn’t think of it — not until he grabbed your hand and patted you shoulder with his other, a crooked forced smile on his face.

“..Michael?”

You remember being warmer than you ever were, more hyperaware of everything around than you had ever before. The night he asked you was the day your life changed forever - when you finally got the grab of notice and that feeling of satisfaction. Knowing, knowing one hundred percent, that he felt the same way.

That night you two met the others outside of his house, his father on the porch scolding your friends for being so loud. By that point Michael took his jacket back, not wanting William to see. Your flustered face was excused to be from the cold, and William offered for you boys to head inside for the night.

Truth be told, it was probably the most awkward sleep over you probably ever had or will have.

6 months is huge. An accomplishment of sorts. 6-months of hiding your relationship; kisses in privacy, discreet hand holding in the darkness of the movie theater, and stolen touches as time went on.

Everything was perfect — too perfect. It made you anxious, as if this was the honeymoon period and that one day this would all end, as if Michael was playing a trick on you - you knew of his mischievous ways and his bullying tendencies to those he and his friends deemed weaker, and while you weren’t one to condone it (and of course never participated), you never had it in you to hold it to him.

His room was full of games and comics. He even had a little arcade machine in there. His shelves were full of flashing game-boys, action figures and comics with possibly nude scenes or awesome action sequences. His door was plastered with posters and “do not enter” signs — he was the epitome of an edgy teen with a jock lifestyle.

Your favorite thing about his room, though, was its solitude. His younger siblings were on the first floor, his him and his father were on the top. So the two of you could be as flirty as you wished without worry of anyone being around.

As the moment, your anniversary gift laid forgotten on his desk, hand on your back drawing all of your attention.

His father wasn’t home, the driveway abandoned by any vehicle, and his siblings were still in your last hour of classes.

You solemn leaving soon.

Your fingers entangled themselves in his hair and his arms were wrapped around you.

Your lips molding together, the slow glide of your teeth together and the taste of his tongue drawing sighs from your mouth.

He groaned and pulled you closer while leaning back, you got on top of him, your hands still resting in his soft hair.

He removed his belt began to unzip his jeans, still pecking at your mouth as you remove his varsity jacket from your shoulders.

Your faces were hot and breathing became faster as you felt one of his hands on your hip, a single to take this further.

You bit your lip.

By this point you’ve only ever kissed or sloppy made out when the cost of clear.

But this..

This was uncharted territory.

You obliged and nervously rocked your hips into his, both of you quietly moaning at the sensation. The feeling of your jeans on his, grinding down on your clothed cock — it sent a light headedness feeling to you.

You could feel him wrap his arms around your waist as you hugged his neck, pressing you mouth onto his in slow long motions.

Your breath hitched for a moment and he took over the kissing.

Your legs straddled his lap as you put the same slow hard motions into your hips; grinding down deeper until you could feel the tents in both of your pants rub against each other.

You whined and he moved to your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin there, your hands pulled at the back of his shirt.

You closed your eyes felt a rumble, it was in your chest, had to be. Your heart of pounding and you breath became harder to keep up with, the feeling in your lower abdomen growing tighter.

Michael joined your motion, drawing out a guttural groan from the back of his throat as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your hair.

Your sighs ended on high notes, the feeling of your burning cock against the confining fabric of your boxers drawing you out of your head.

You reached down and undid your belt and unbuttoned the fly of your pants. Michael saw and pulled his leaking cock through his own boxers. Doing the same, you could’ve nearly been done just by the feeling of springing free. The sight of his own and his breath on your face.

Whining, you began to hump your hips against hips again, him drawing you nearer until you both touched, skin to skin.

A needy whine left your mouth, he throbbed against you and your movements became sloppy. He sped up, his breath shaky and his hands gripping at your sides.

The hot pool in your gut was like it could seer through your stomach.

The sound of creaking coming from somewhere afar.

You were practically being bounced on his lap every couple of motions, both of you lost in the pleasure of the moment, grasping and panting into each other’s mouths.

“a-ah— hh..-“

He sucked in a breath and his hips faltered, he grabbed both of you cocks and began hastily pumping them. You loudly moaned and threw your head back - the rope in your gut snapping and strong ropes of white cum landing on his shirt and some on his face.

He kept going to chase is close release and you held your eyes shut, clenching your jaw shut, shaky moans stringing from your mouth at the continued friction.

Finally, with ending thrusts into own, he left out a breathy string of moans as his pencil shot hot into your own tank top and face.

Heavily panting, you swiped your hand across your shin and licked it off.

He shakily chuckled and kissed you. The tingling feeling of his lips on yours ending when the sudden sound of thudding ripped you from your moment.

…

Michael shot you a nervous look before doing up both of your pants and moving you aside. You leaned against the headboard and tried to catch your breath, having difficulty at the sight of Michael getting up to change his shirt and to clean his face.

“What was.. was that?” You asked quietly.

“I- I, uh, don’t know. ‘mma check it out.”

He hated being sent home early from work.

William dragged a hand over his face as he neared the front door — and after today, he would make a point to call before coming home.

Whatever chick Michael had over was none of his business…

William sighed and shook his head.

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biggestxsimps · 10 months

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Friends to Lovers

Michael Afton x Male Reader!

A/N: Childhood best friends, just some fluffy kissing and confessions. Sorry it’s not the best, I whipped it up pretty fast.

Michael and Y/N had been best friends since they were kids. They did everything together, from playing video games to exploring the woods behind their houses. They were always there for each other, through thick and thin. But as they both grew older, they started to see each other in a new light.

One night, the two males decided to catch up with one another and go out to a local diner nearby for tea. They talked and laughed for hours, reminiscing about the old times and speaking about what was going on in their lives. As they headed back to Y/N’s house, they could feel some strange tension between them both.

The pitch black night sky was lit up with thousands of stars, a cool summer breeze could be felt, and the sound of nothing but Y/N’s and Michael’s footsteps hitting against the pavement as they walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

“The stars look absolutely sensational…” The brunette whispered softly, looking up at the sky before glancing over at Y/N.

Y/N didn’t say a word, just admiring Michaels’s facial features fondly. He smiled, nodding slightly in response. “I agree, it's a lovely night..”

After a few moments, Y/N looked away back in front of them as they approached his house. He grabbed his keys, opened the door, and shut it behind Michael. “Make yourself at home..” he hummed.

Afton looked at him, giving a small nod as he fidgeted with his hands slightly.

“Michael?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah?” he replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Tell me, what's bothering you? You’ve been fidgeting this whole time. You can tell me anything.”

Michael sighed softly, looking back at the other with a soft, love-filled gaze. “Promise?” he asked once more.

“I promise.” Y/N reassured him once again, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

It took Michael a bit before he finally managed to compose a sentence. “Y/N, I cherish our friendship, I really do. But lately, these last few years…my feelings have grown into something more. I must admit, you're the only person who manages to make me feel like this. The warmth you bring every time you're around me is insanely hypnotic.” He confessed, expressing how he felt about Y/N.

Y/N listened to him, his face contorting into a happy expression as he reached over, cupping the other’s cheeks gently. “I feel the same way, Michael. I love you so much, I’m glad you’ve confessed to me.” he spoke softly,

Michael watched as the other got closer, his cheeks heating up slightly as he leaned against Y/N’s touch. Without another word, he leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips against Y/N’s softly, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and vulnerability. And Y/N, feeling a surge of emotions too strong to ignore.

In that quiet moment, the world faded away, leaving only the sweetness of their connection. The bond they held together for years blossomed into something much more deeper and meaningful.

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bored0writer · 1 year

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If ur taking requests can I request yandere Michael afton x a soft aesthetic male reader

Yandere Michael x soft aesthetic male reader

yess tysm for this request!

I didn't know if you wanted platonic or romantic so I made it platonic for the starting bit (if this isn't what you wanted I'm really sorry)

warnings- mentions of killing, Stockholm syndrome

thinking

"You look lovely today" Your best friend spoke "thanks Mikey" You smiled brightly at him. His heart skips a beat, He was so grateful to have met you, your simply the one person who can fix his aching heart, He always insists on you and him celebrating your friendship anniversary he would feel terrible if he didn't. Although if he was entirely honest he wanted more then a friendship he didn't want to be your friend he wanted to be your boyfriend. Though he can push that to the side right now because today's a celebration one he wishes never to forget one that he knows he will never forget . "uh Michael you doing okay?" You question as he has been zoned out for a few minute's now "huh oh yeah I'm alright" He flashes that same smile the one he flashed you for many year's now.

"what do you wanna do first y/n" you shrugged your shoulder's "anything It's up to you". He stays silent for a minute finally opening his mouth to speak "we could go outside?" your eye's widen outside!? quickly you nod your head, smiling so hard that it feel's like your jaw's going to break. "outside it is" he chuckle's taking your hand to go out to the back garden "Just tell me when you want to go back inside".

You've been in and out of the house all day every now and then painting what you see in the garden it would range from squirrels, trees, flowers, bird's just anything you could see. "Y/n I would like to talk to you about something" you quirk your eyebrow at him "uh yeah?" you question. "I like you" you couldn't move shock taking over you just listen to what he says "and I would do anything for you anything you want" "y/n you know I've killed for you and if it so pleases you I'll never do it again I swear I'll continue to keep you safe just give me your love I'll carry on giving you mine just love me back please". He looks like he's about to cry all you can do is nod your head too shocked to do anything else you loved Michael you really did even if it's took you a while you know that you'd do anything for him just like he does for you your safe with him he makes sure to tell you everyday no matter what he'll keep you safe

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yakisai · 2 years

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sub!michael afton x dom!

male!reader

Mikey is so loud at night when you guys are in bed! So you think of a way to quiet him down...

It was the middle of the night, the breeze blowing past the trees, not a person on the streets, the neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, but if you happen to pass Michael Afton's house, you'll definitely hear some moaning behind the curtains of the bedroom upstairs.

No matter how hard you tried, Michael just wouldn't quiet down, but he just couldn't help it! With your large cock dragging along his insides, pounding into his prostate with every thrust of your hips, with the buldge that was forming on his belly, he just couldn't help but moan and wimper!

"Mikey, you gotta quiet down, or else the neighbors will hear you." You whispered into his ear, slightly nibbling it.

"ca-can't h-helP it da-ddy! Yo-u f-iLl me aH- uP s-o gOo-d, so nGh- bi-g AH- da-Ddy~♡!" A second later, Michael came all over the sheets for the third time that night, more cum and tears dripping on to the mattress.

You put lots of love marks on Michael's jaw, neck and collarbone before turning Michael's head to face you.

"Maybe some cock in your mouth could quiet you down."

♡

Michael was gagging of your cock, tears spilling out of his eyes, at your angle, you could see Michael's glassy eyes and his fucked-out face, he was a blushing mess.

Without warning, you push Michael down on your cock, causing Michael to once again gag on your cock. You started to roughly fuck his mouth. Poor boy couldn't even take your cock fully without nearly choking! Michael couldn't help but moan around your cock, sending vibrations that felt oh so good, you couldn't help but moan as well.

Soon, you started to feel a familiar heat pool up in your stomach, you stopped your movement and looked at Michael, God he looked so hot like this.

"Do you want me to come on your face or down your throat?" Michael pulled off of your cock to answer "O-n my f-face, pl-eas-e♡"

Michael immediately started to kiss the tip, before jerking you off, when he felt your cock pulse, he opened his mouth and lulled out his tongue as you came, swallowing whatever landed in his mouth. You looked at him, with cum in his hair and on his checks with dried tears from before as well, looking at his lewd expressions, you couldn't help but go hard again.

"Ready for round two?♡"

♡

Thank so much for reading! This is my first time writing, so it might not be as good. But I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless ♡

#sub!michael afton #bottom michael afton #dom!reader #top reader #Spotify #michael afton x reader #michael afton x male reader

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dudethattries · 2 years

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I might be Bisexual | Michael Afton x male! Reader

Trigger warning: Sexuality crisis, homophobia (mentioned), gay panic

Inspired by life is strange :)

You are teenagers here, post bite of '83.

Pronouns used for reader: he/him/his ------------------------------------------

"I might be Bisexual."

"What?"

"I think I might be Bisexual."

"What do you mean 'you think'?"

"I'm not sure."

You sighed leaning back. Michael and you were currently on the junk yard near your house. He was balancing on top of some sort of old pillar, while you sat inside an old car that missed most of its windows and doors.

"Well, why do you think you're Bisexual?" Michael hesitated.

"There is a boy I think is cute." You turned away. There was a boy? Who? Why couldn't he just like you?

"Well, if there's a boy, why don't you ask him out?" He laughed.

"Cmon (Y/N), you really cant pull that card if you haven't asked your crush out, who you've like since like 7th grade." You chuckled sadly.

"Yeah, I guess so. Who is it anyways?" He sighed.

"Will you tell me who you like?" You laughed.

"No?" He laughed too.

"Well then Im not going to tell you either." Its you! I cant tell you because its you!

"Why are you not sure if you're Bi?" He started walking on the pillar thing stretching his arms out wide to keep his balance. He looked far too handsome like that, the setting sun making his features stand out more. It made your stomache feel fuzzy.

"I don't know. I like him. Very much in fact, but Im kinda new to this I guess?" He sighed.

"And I know dad wouldn't be too fond of it." You snorted.

"Since when do you care what your father thinks?" He snickered and jumped down from the pillar and walked to the car you were in. He sat down in the passenger seat turning to you.

"How did you know you liked him?" He leaned closer. Leaning back with a slightly hotter face you ran a hand through your hair.

"I don't know? I guess I just crushed on him long enough that I couldn't really ignore it?" Michael leaned to the side to rest on the slightly rotten car seat. He looked like he was contemplating on doing something potentially very stupid. You'd known him long enough to know exactly to know the mischievous twinkle in his eyes didn't mean anything good.

"What are you thinking about?" You groaned, scared of what he would come up with.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" You choked on your own spit.

"What?!" you coughed up. He laughed at your reaction.

"You heard me. Have you ever kissed anyone?" You looked away embarrassed.

"No..."

"Do you wanna try?" Shocked you stared at him. Was this really happening?

"What about your crush?" He chuckled leaning closer, your face felt hotter and hotter.

"Something tells me he wont mind."

"Then- Then thats okay then." You stuttered out as Michael came closer.

"Are you sure this is okay with you?" He asked looking into your eyes. He was now slightly hovering over you, one hand on the dashboard of the car the other on your backrest. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded.

Michael leaned in and kissed you. Your shock-filled eyes closed after the initial surprise, that he actually did it and wasnt just joking. His lips were slightly chapped but softly pressed against yours, so you really could care less. His hand, now on your neck pressed you even closer to him. Hesitantly you moved your hands to his hair, softly playing with his curls.

When you parted both your faces were a bit redder than before. Grinning and slightly out of breath Michael leaned back to give you a bit of space.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." You took a deep breath.

"Did Susie tell you?" He looked confused.

"Tell me what?" "That I like you." He grinned even wider.

"So it was me! God I was scared you liked someone else."

"You didnt know I liked you?" He snickered embarrassed.

"Well I wasn't sure, you didn't exactly talk too much about it."

"What, didnt I boost your ego enough already?" He laughed. The butterflies in your belly started acting up again.

"No, you can continue please." You chuckled. Michael stood up and walked around to your side of the car holding his hand out.

"Cmon its getting late."

You took his hand and he pulled you up. He looked at you and smiled softly. You pecked his cheek and gently pulled him along back towards the direction of your Homes.

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Whats up dudes, this is reposted (and slightly edited) from my wattpad oneshots book. Hope you liked it :]

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hiddens-eden · 2 years

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Do you ever just make a fake scenario up then you make it sad and end up crying?…No? Just me? Okay…

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #male reader #gn reader #sobbing rn #Michael afton x male reader #Michael afton x gn reader

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fetus-lol · 2 years

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Michael afton x ftm reader

Blind date

I saw another fix like this and I got inspired-

It was a Steve harrington x male reader btw😩

⚠️(Tw: cursing, angst, transphobia, homophobia, f slur/t slur)⚠️

(F/m/f)= favorite movie/film

Mine is Jurassic park/world💪💪

I’ll make a pt 2 if anyone asks:)

(short!!!)

Starts now!!

You just got set up, by your sibling, for a blind date.

What could go wrong?

Apparently a lot.

——-

I’m sitting at the local ice cream shop, waiting for my date.

I had casual clothes on, some basket ball shorts with a (f/m/f) shirt. It was mid summer so i wasn’t gonna wear anything too heavy.

The shop door opened, the bell attached at the top ringing its light tune. The music stopped, pausing for a moment to get ready for another. Then came on “running up that hill”, by Kate bush. A classic.

A shadow stood above my 2 seat table. Glancing upwards, I’m taken aback. This isn’t what i had signed up for. I didn’t agree to a blind date only to get bullied?

There stood Michael Afton. He had his signature scowl. He stood in his usual attire.

I let out a shaky breathe.

“I can just go if-“

“Shut the fuck up, fag.”

I held back tears, and he could tell.

“What, you gonna cry to your mommy? Oh wait- you don’t have one, do you?”

He laughed. He laughed at me; right to my face. My sibling knew this was going to happen. They fucking knew.

I stood up.

‘What am I doing..’

I didn’t run. I had gotten up; slightly trembling but not where he could notice. I hope it stayed that way.

“What are you doing? You gonna leave like your mommy did? Haha!”

I only looked at the floor, glancing up to meet micheal eyes, I spoke,

“I hope you have a good evening, Michael.”

I hadn’t stuttered or embarrassed myself more. I spoke calmy.

Then I walked away. I hadn’t stood up for myself or anything, but I hadn’t made anything worse.

“Bye, girl.” He spoke as I left.

Opening the door, the bell ringing, I walked out.

My heart ached. I wasn’t a girl. I didn’t have a big chest, i dressed like a boy, I looked like a boy. I was a boy.

I was no girl…

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aftonrob0tics · 2 years

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Yo what about headcanons for Michael x make reader 83 Era like maybe reader is a close friend of the bullies

Oh my god I love 80s Michael and theres hardly ever any x male reader when it comes to him

I will happily start working on this

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Michael : Are you happiness?

Michael : Because you’re out of my reach, but I want you to be with me anyway.

Y/N :

Y/N : Was that supposed to be a pick up line?

Michael : ……Did it work?

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redcoralpot · 6 months

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U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam.

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home.

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered.

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself.

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath.

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

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bomber-grl · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt jealousy headcanons !

Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Note! Has some plot | This is my Jealousy headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future

Mike Schmidt relationship Headcanons !

If the two of you are together best believe it’s because of the trust, loyalty and strong bond between you guys.

So to say that Mike trusts you would be an understatement.

However, he can’t help but feel the jealousy seeping into him as he watches you laugh with some random person.

He tries his best not to be and most times it’s effective.

And honestly the majority of times where you’d be eating out on a date, he’d just keep calm and shake it off

Especially if you show blatant disinterest and reject them right then and there.

But like all people, he’s experienced jealousy

At first he himself didn’t even realize it

Abby did.

After Mike got fired, he was able to somehow be unbanned from the mall and had started taking abby there when he could.

Mainly cuz there was a crafts store she absolutely adored)

He and Abby were crossing into the food court section and he had a drink in hand.

Well Abby pointed you out in the distance talking to some rando, and he saw you laughing and playfully shoving the person.

He had been so busy looking at you that when Abby’s urgent yelling brought him back he realized he spilt the drink.

the drink had spilled everywhere.

He squeezed it too hard.

Once he snapped out of it and cleaned it up he decided it’d be time to head back.

When you finally arrive at the house mike is no where in sight, but Abby is.

Once she hugs you and welcomes you home she sits you down and starts going through her day with you.

After she brushed off that mike was in the restroom)

Midway her story she mentioned how she and mike saw you at the mall and told the story of his jealousy.

You were honestly surprised

Like home dude never seemed the jealous type so pretty shocking.

Once you send Abby back to her room you go pass the vacant restroom and went for his room.

Once you sat down you asked about it and although embarrassed, he admitted to feeling a bit jealous.

Definitely needs reassurance and that’s done by cuddling and being there for him during the night.

Of course other instances regarding jealousy occurs.

And a situation like this is when you’re at Abby’s school talking with this other teacher who had walked into the picture and became an assistant/tutor.

You were talking and although your relationship was obvious to everyone at the school this teacher decided to make a move.

Most times hes a bit more stand off ish when facing a situation like this.

If anything it’s just awkward for him and he doesn’t know where to put his hands.

But when the teacher looks at him and smirks he almost jumps that goddamn teacher right then and there.

Needs to be calmed down and he goes out of the room to do just that.

Then feels better when you go out to reassure him too.

My point here is that he does get jealous but it’s never in a very obvious way.

Most times he doesn’t do anything and lets you handle it.

But he’ll have his jealous moments.

If this isn’t something you like about him, then he tries to improve his jealousy.

If you’re really jealous too and got upset that he wouldn’t seem as jealous as you.

You’re in for a surprise.

If anything he didn’t want to make it an issue but he’ll definitely try to communicate with you.

Even if it’s very constipated communication and a bit difficult for him to express.

If you’re the teasing type when someone is jealous

Don’t.

I mean sure, sometimes the teasing could be good to bring up the mood.

But most times his jealousy comes up is in serious conversation.

If anything it’d seem like you’re making fun of him.

All I can say is

Communication 👏👏👏👏

Btw

If you ever decide to make him jealous on purpose

No, just no.

Note! Mike as your husband coming soon 🥳

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yobi-thecreator · 6 months

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KSJS OMG HIII IM THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THE CUDDLING WITH ABBY AFTER SHE HAS A NIGHTMARE AND OMG OMG I LOVE ITTT FKDNS UR SO GOOD. I'm here to request another one but this time head canons with Mike Schmidt again (😅) where the reader just pampers him!! Like anything and everything he's been through sm and he just needs someone to comfort him and like cook for him and/or help him out with Abby. FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF U DONT FEEL LIKE IT HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND REMEMBER TO TAKE BREAKSS!!

Hi babes!!! Thanks for another one!!! These are so fun to write!!! 💖💖

Comforting Mike Schmidt

Mike had the day off which meant he was going to sleep in, like he usually does on his off days. Abby was at school, which meant you were up already. You decide to make pancakes to surprise Mike before he woke up.

After making pancakes, you poured a cup of orange juice and grabbed the plate of pancakes and made your way to Mike's room. You carefully open the door to his room and set the plate down on his nightstand and set the orange juice down. Mike woke up with the smell of the pancakes and woke up slowly. "Morning baby." Mike whispered out. "Morning Mike." You responded back. "I made breakfast for you." You told him as you motion to the pancakes and orange juice. Mike smiled and sat up. "You didn't have to do that babe, I'm an adult." Shaking your head you smiled. "Oh shush Mike. Now eat, they might get cold." You grabbed the plate while Mike property sat up. You handed him the plate of pancakes and he started to eat.

After Mike finished eating his pancakes (and feeding you some of them even though you kept telling him to eat them himself), you both cuddled for a while, being in each other's arms. "Thanks for making breakfast." He mumbled. "Of course Mike." You told him as you played with his hair.

After awhile you suggested that you run him a bath. He reluctantly agreed and was now in the bath with some lavender scented bath bubbles. You helped him was his hair and body, now you were giving him a back massage. You had a small smile on your face. Once in awhile Mike would grunt or sigh in relief when you would massage a certain spot on his back. You then massaged his neck. When you were done with the massage he said he wanted to get out. You went to go fetch some towels and helped him dry himself.

You suggested to do his skin care and paint his nails. He reluctantly agreed and was currently sitting on the bed as you applied a mud face mask (idk if thats what they're called) on him. While the mask was drying you painted his nails, you let him choose what color(s) he wanted on his nails. After the mud mask dried you washed his face for him that way he didn't have to ruin his nails.

After that you made him some lunch to eat. You just put some pizza in the oven and waited for it to cook. You guys ate when it was done cooking. The rest of the day you guys were cuddled up on the couch. Mike ended up falling asleep.

Here you go pookie!! My bad I made a whole story 💀 I just realized that you said head cannons so my bad. 😭

- HaloTurtle

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