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mymelodymia · 6 months

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hello! do you think you could do mike x sister!reader who is like 1-2 years younger than him and has a huge crush on vanessa? 🤭 like how he would react to that and his protectiveness ect

Crushes // Vanessa Shelly x schmidt!reader

Summary: you develop a little crush on someone

Warnings: coming out, kinda hiding relationship,

A/N: this is my first time writing for vanessa so sorry for any mistakes

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The first time you had met Vanessa you couldn't take your eyes off of her. She showed up at your front door, Mike introduced you and Abby to her, you didn't even say anything, just sat there, staring.

Her beautiful face didn't leave your mind for hours, if not days.

The next time you saw her was the second night Mike had taken abby with him. Your eyes immediately fell upon Vanessa, your cheeks turning a deep rosy color.

You looked down at your shoes, trying too hide the flustered expression on your face.

You watched the was she played with Abby, the way she danced, her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her cute little button nose, every little detail about her.

You sat down at one of the small tables, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, your elbow supporting you. You watched her dancing around with Abby once again.

Mike came and sat next to you, he didn't say a word. You hadn't the whole night. He was curious as to see what was going on.

"Shes so pretty...." you mumbled to him. To which he replied "huh...you mean Vanessa?" He asked as you turned to him.

"Yeah, i mean....look at her..." you said as you returned to your previous position, staring in awe at the sight of her beauty.

He looked at her, then back at you. You turned to him and just said it "i like girls, mike....i mean, mainly Vanessa but, you get what i mean." His eyebrows raised in shock.

"Oh...." he stayed quiet for a while. "I mean, she is pretty-"

"Shes mine." You said quickly whipping around the face him. He chuckled and pulled you into a hug, "thanks for telling me. Now its time for me to go and beat her a-"

"Mike," you cut him off. He brought you into another hug.

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Over the next few days, whenever he would see Vanessa he'd push you behind him, too which you immediately pushed past. He was so overly protective of you it wasn't even funny.

He was treating you like a child, when you didn't need to be. You were a grown adult you didn't need him too protect you anymore.

It got to the point where he didn't even let you see her when she showed up at the door. He'd have too argue to make you leave. You'd groan loudly in annoyance.

After a few days, you just told her.

Mike and Abby were across the room dancing, so you had a chance. You sat down at the table she was at, looking at her fondly. You looked down at your lap and spoke up.

"Vanessa........i...i really like you.." her jaw dropped at this. "Really?" She said, that beautiful smile of hers spreading on her face. "I like you too y/n"

You looked up at her, shocked. She looked at you, with lust in her eyes, she leaned in. (Sorry if this is too fast)

As her lips touched yours, you couldn't think. Her lips so soft, her touch so small, it really got to you.

Your shoulders relaxed and you finally kissed her back. She pulled away, you just sat there staring at her, speechless.

You then smiled, and she did as well. You hugged her, which accidentally became cuddling in the small booth.

When you watched her being stabbed the night after this, you were heartbroken. You ran over to her as fast as you possibly could. You struggled to lift her off the ground but Mike eventually came and helped you.

You visited her every day for hours at a time just waiting for her to wake up.

And when she did, you were there. You watched her eyelids flutter and her eyes immediately fell upon you, hovering over her. Your long hair brushing her face.

You pulled her into a tight hug. When she pulled away from you, you threw your lips onto hers. And as you did this, Mike and Abby walked in. Abby was over the moon and mike just sat there like 🧍‍♂️

When you spotted him you all laughed. You both sat at her sides. Holding her, abby had three cheese for you all in case you got hungry.

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@white-wolf-buckaroo //

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x sister reader #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf x you #vanessa afton x reader #Vanessa afon fluff #lesbian!reader #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #abby schmidt

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ftmsteveraglan · 4 months

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"schmelly is the best fnaf movie ship!!" "no, dreamtheory is the best ship!!" mike has two hands, people.

#bypass shipping wars by doing whatever the fuck this is #idk if mike/vanessa/ness have an official ship name #but from now on it's 'mike protection squad' because why the fuck not #they're all bisexual and they're all in love #whatcha gonna do about it #also dear GODS vanessa and mike got shafted with that ship name 💀#schmelly #mike x vanessa #dreamtheory #mike x ness #mike x vanessa x ness #mike protection squad #mike schmidt #vanessa afton #ness the waiter #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #ftmsr

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rachelsfav-queer · 6 months

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Okie, I’m gonna be honest, the FNAF movie did NOT have to be filled with so many hot people I swear-

Look

Them!!!!!

Mmmmmmmmmmm yeah, I’m bi

#fnaf movie #fnaf spoilers #mike schmidt #fnaf vanessa #william afton #bisexual #sometimes I wonder if im actually bisexual #but then I see them

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theautisticjedi · 6 months

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Spoke with Emma Tammi and she said this was canon btw

#im so sorry my editing sucks its hard to edit in a moving car-#fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #pansexual #bisexual #transgender #lgbtq #i love them like a lot #schmelly #but also doesnt have to be a ship

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jhutchismyl0verb0y · 18 days

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I love my ps4 acc sm ❤️🫶🏻

#josh hutcherson fanfic #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson x reader #derek danforth #derek danforth smut #derek danforth x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ps4 #bisexual #billy burn

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pridebicons · 5 months

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trans bi mike pride icons

requested by @jasontoddssuper

like/rb if using + credit

#my icons #pride icons #pride edit #pride pfp #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #trans #transgender #bisexual #trans bi

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xcherryerim · 13 days

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clapton fic where hes just so so bisexual and also the reader is male and clapton is so so bisexual btw

I don’t write for male readers specifically BUT I wanna give MA BOYS 🗣️ a little something (inspired by uh something that happened to me a long time ago AH)

Clapton x amab reader

SMALL SMUT THING IDK | MDNI | +18 ONLY

tw: coming out (kinda) | Oral sex (male reader receiver) | inexperienced Clapton | soft dom reader x submissive clapton 🫶🏻

As Clapton played the song, the lyrics echoed through the room, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of anticipation as the words "I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead" resonated within you.

The intense emotion behind those lyrics seemed to speak volumes about what he was trying to convey. Once the melody faded away, leaving only the lingering notes in the air, you locked eyes with him, your eyebrows slightly arched in curiosity.

With a calm yet firm tone, you posed the question, "Is this your way of coming out to me?" Your expression mirrored his, conveying both suspicion and concern for his well-being.

Clapton hesitated, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap, before finally responding with a soft,

"Maybe..."

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"Fuck, you look absolutely adorable on your knees," you teased, as Clapton attempted to position himself comfortably to accommodate your length.

As he paused to catch his breath, you could see the determination and eagerness in his eyes. When he looked up at you, his face was flushed with embarrassment and nerves, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

"Shut up..." he stuttered softly, his voice barely audible.

With a smirk on your face, you countered, "Who told you to stop sucking?" Leaning forward, you gazed down at Clapton, taking in the sight that was both erotic and endearing all at once.

His cheeks reddened even further as he sighed, a mixture of irritation and embarrassment evident in his features. "Alright, alright... You're right," he conceded sheepishly. Gently kissing the tip of your erection, Clapton paused one last time before taking you back into his warm, wet mouth.

"Just give me a moment, please," he pleaded, his voice muffled but earnest. "This is my first time with a guy... at least like this.”

Clapton confessed, his voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and vulnerability. His eyes met yours, revealing the truth of his experience with guys - or lack thereof - in this intimate act. You felt a surge of understanding and empathy wash over you, knowing that this was uncharted territory for him.

Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, you offered reassurance and encouragement. "Take your time, I trust you," you whispered, giving him permission to proceed at his own pace.

Sensing your support, Clapton took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around your thigh as he prepared to resume his task. His lips glided slowly along the length of you, teasing and tasting as if savoring each sensation. The combination of his inexperience and genuine desire made the moment all the more intimate and special between the two of you.

#obvious that i wrote this in one sitting at 3am?#i’m bad at writing for male readers ik IM SORRY #is this cringe or bad? sorry guys 😭#i just wanted to add both things but i didn’t know how #anyways clapton davis bisexual nation #clapton davis x you #clapton davis x reader #clapton davis smut #clapton x reader #clapton davis #clapton davis x male reader #clapton davis x male!reader #clapton davis x amab!reader #clapton davis x amab reader #mike schmidt x male reader

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shr00moffy · 3 months

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mike afton

— heyho this is my first ever post on tumblr so if u like my art then feel free to follow me <33

— what did u guys think of the new fnaf movie? i think the soundtrack and the lil easter eggs were very much fun n it got me all exited n giggly hehe >0<

— i dunno how to tag stuff correctly yet nor do i rly know how the algorithm works at all so i hope this all goes well lol

— i might actually post sum hc’s along w my art if i get the chance (n motivation) -3-

#five nights at freddys #mike schmidt #michael afton #fnaf fanart #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #artwork #fanart #whistle meme #get whistled #digital art #new artist #beginner artist #foxy mask #mike afton #bisexual lighting

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demonicchicken1121 · 5 months

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Ok so hear me out: Michael realizes as a young adult that both he and William are bisexual, and hates himself because of it. It’s a mix of not wanting to be like his father and the prejudices and stigmas back in the 80s (not to mention his fathers actions affirming those prejudices in his mind, whether he is aware of it or not). He has to slowly overcome his own internalized biphobia/homophobia over the years in order to accept himself.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #william afton #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf au #road to hell au #bisexuality #I think mike would also have a similar view of his mental illness for the same reasons

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insomgl · 10 months

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These two .

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #my art #fnaf oc #phone guy #fnaf phone guy #fnaf au #oc #fnaf mike schmidt #mike schmidt #fnaf character #fnaf phone gal #phone gal #pride #transgender #bisexual

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pridewishes · 6 months

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♔ || MIKE SCHMIDT ICONS

250x250 || ptsd bi || bordered circle

like / rb + credit + read dni if using

requested by anon !!

#mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #icons #pride edit #pride icons #pfp #edit #bi #bisexual #ptsd #post traumatic stress disorder #ptsd bi

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doodle-boy · 2 years

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Another Pride piece for yall! Just a nice little picture with both Mike and Julie. Mike is Cis and Straight but he’s proud to be an ally and always there to support Julie <3

#lgbt pride #pride month #pride art #fnaf #ocs #mike #mike schmidt #julie #Julie Fitzgerald #bisexual #transgender #cis gender #straight #digital art #my art #DoodleBoy

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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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Triptych - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader x Mike Schmidt

Rating Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, bisexual characters, date rape drugs, non/dub con

Also available on AO3

Mike has a bit of a thing for Abby’s just barely legal babysitter.

He swears it wasn’t always like this; that he didn’t just hire you because of the way you look in your Catholic schoolgirl uniform or on those days when you have gym last period and you’re wearing a polo shirt and shorts with the school’s emblem that hug every curve while leaving just enough to the imagination when he picks you up and drops you off at his house before going to work.

He definitely doesn’t jerk off in the bathroom with the door securely locked thinking about you on your knees with your pink lips wrapped around his cock. Never that.

God he was turning into such a pervert.

And this would all be bad enough, a laundry list to confess at church if he ever gets brave enough to go back, but to make matters infinitely worse, he’s kind of got a thing for your stepfather, too.

He supposes he’s always been one of those people who just follows what he’s attracted to, gender rather insignificant. In truth there’s never been a man that he’s been this hot for before, either.

It’s going to take a few beers to get Schmidt to admit that he enjoys it when your stepdad insists on picking you up, saving him another trip and more importantly providing him with another chance to admire the social worker. He enjoys it even more when the older man doesn’t just wait for you in the car and actually comes inside to chat for a few minutes. Sometimes Mike offers him a Brewski but, alas, he always declines. Steve has to do the right thing and drive sober, even though he highly doubts one beer would be even remotely enough to affect a tall drink of water like Steve Raglan.

So now the stepparent joins Mike’s collection of lewd fantasies, helping further speedrun him straight to Hell. He likes the silver eyes and the silver threads in his hair and beard and the way his hand rests splayed on his stepdaughter’s lower spine as he guides you out the evergreen shaded front door. He’s trying but failing to not imagine what it would feel like for that spread of fingers on his own spine, sliding through sweat, clutching skin, digging in when the way he works his mouth is just right and now you’re there, too, shared between himself and your stepfather and fuck, he cums harder than he ever has in his life, staring up at the poster of Nebraska pinned above his bed; at those tall, tall trees stretching up, the branches reaching futilely for Heaven.

So yeah. He’s got a lot of that Catholic guilt going on. But it’s not enough to stop him from wanting.

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Another night. Abby’s tucked in and Mike’s tucking cash into your palm. Steve’s in the car tonight. Pity.

“My stepdad wanted me to invite you over for dinner next week,” you say.

“Oh. Uh, yeah sure, I’ll just have to check to see if one of the neighbors can watch Abby.”

You nod. He likes the way the struggling bulb of the porch light flickers over your features. Sometimes bright, sometimes in shadows. He can’t really see inside the car from this distance but he knows Steve is watching.

“I’ll get back to you on what night works, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll tell Steve. Goodnight, Mike.”

“Thanks again.” He watches you walk down the driveway, to the vintage luxury sedan that the middle aged man drives. He wonders how long he’s maintained it. The thing still looks like it just came off the showroom lot. A lot of time and care invested. Patience.

He wonders if maybe Steve has been waiting for another investment to pay off, too.

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Mike’s not accustomed to dressing up. The last time he’d done so had been for his mother’s funeral, and that is definitely not a memory he wants to dwell on.

So he decides on a button front shirt and tie. Dark trousers. His socks are probably the worst part of the outfit. They’re mismatched and definitely not the kind of dressy ones that you’re supposed to wear. The shoes have seen better days. He’s really not much for clothes and he doesn’t spare much time taking proper care of them. They’re scuffed and the laces are frayed. There’s no hope for it. Hopefully neither you nor your stepdad will notice.

He walks his little sister next door. Says he’s not sure what time he’ll be back, maybe four hours or so.

The directions to Raglan’s house are sitting beside him on the passenger seat.

He’d spoken to Steve earlier that day to get directions. You’d given your stepfather Mike’s phone number.

His voice in person was attractive enough, Mike supposes. Sort of an odd combination of gravel and nasal, a blend of low and higher pitch when he got animated about something. He much prefers the lower tone, like the one he’d used over the phone. Practically purring like a cat. Mike had found his pants getting extremely tight with that breath in his ear.

The house is nice. Older, but tidy. He wonders if it’s ever difficult for Steve to be here since he’d lost his wife in a drowning accident a few years back. Did he ever think of dating again? Or was the memory too strong?

Mike shuts the door of his rusted sedan. It looks so out of place next to Raglan’s immaculate specimen. He feels out of place. He shouldn’t have come empty handed, but he has no idea of what wines are good and he didn’t want to bring the wrong kind. So. He presents himself empty handed, ringing the doorbell.

You open the door and smile at him. He’s only ever seen you in school clothes. Tonight you have a light pink sweater and white jeans. It compliments your skin tone well. Still clean faced, no makeup. Hair neat and tidy, nails polished to match the sweater.

“Let the man in, it’s cold out there.” Steve’s voice calls over your shoulder.

You giggle and murmur an apology and pull the door wide open, granting Mike entrance into the Raglan household.

“Mike. How are you? Come in,” Steve greets you warmly from an open doorway to the left. “You can just give your coat to her.” He shrugs out of the jacket and hands it to you, following your stepfather into the living room.

“I didn’t know being a social worker paid so well. This place is nice,” Mike murmurs. The couch looks new, plush microfiber. Bookshelves and a fireplace and art on the wall that looks like an original, not some cheap knockoff.

The tall man laughs. “Well, it’s not all from that source of income. I used to own a business. Made some wise investments. We can discuss it sometime, if you’d like.”

“What kind of business?”

“A restaurant,” Steve says.

“Must have been pretty upscale, huh?”

“Well it wasn’t a Michelin star type, no. But it was pretty, yes,” he muses, his voice softening, his eyes looking distant.

“What happened to it? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, it’s still around. Closed but…I could never quite bring myself to let it go.” He smiles softly. “So enough about going down memory lane. Have a seat. I hope you’re not going to be too upset, but we’re having dinner delivered. Work ended up being particularly busy today, and…”

“No, that fine. Whatever’s okay.” He sinks into one of the couch cushions.

“Great. Well, it should be here in a half hour or so. Want something to drink?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at him. An honest to goodness deliberate wink. Mike shifts in his seat, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

The phone rings after Steve leaves. He can hear his muffled voice from the other room. He drags his damp palms over his thighs. He’s so nervous.

“Hey, my stepdad said to give this to you.” You walk into the room carrying a pair of wine glasses filled with something pink that’s a shade darker than your sweater. You hand him the fuller one. “That one’s yours.”

“Oh, um…” Well. One glass of wine was fine. He’d certainly driven home drunker than that before. “Thanks,” he accepts the glass and takes a sip. Wine has never really been his thing, but to be honest, he could use the alcohol to take the edge off right now. “Does your dad—I mean stepdad—usually let you drink?”

You shake your head. “Never. But he said it’s a special occasion.” You take a cautious sip, frowning over the taste.

Mike takes another swallow, watching as you sit down next to him. So many seats available and you choose this one.

You sample more of the drink. “It’s warm in here, isnt it?” Your cheeks are definitely more flushed. Man, you were really a lightweight.

“That’s normal. You get warm when you drink alcohol. The blood vessels dilate. Maybe you should slow down,” Mike cautions.

“Sorry about that. Work. They just can’t seem to manage without my guidance.” Steve apologizes as he strides back into the room, carrying what Mike presumes is the wine bottle that you’ve been drinking from. No glass for him. He settles on the opposite end of the couch from the younger man, his thigh very close to his stepdaughter’s. “What have we been chatting about? Anything interesting?”

“Can I have some more? I’m really thirsty.” Your voice sounds…off. Not intoxicated, but something else.

“Of course you can, sweet girl. But not too much. We don’t want you passing out. At least, not quite yet.” He tips the open bottle into the now empty glass, helping you to hold it steady.

The older man takes a swig from the bottle, sighing in satisfaction. Mike can only stare open mouthed. What, exactly, was happening?

“Well, at least she gave you the right glass.”

“I’m sorry?”

Steve shakes his head. He rests a hand on your knee. “I’ll give you credit, Mike. You’ve been nothing but polite and respectful to her so far. Almost as if you’re not drowning in impure thoughts the remainder of the time. I know your type.” He smiles but there’s no humor in that curve of lips.

“I…I don’t know what you’re…”

“Oh, Mike, come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve had to play the dear devoted stepfather who tragically lost his second wife in an accident for the last several years. Just waiting for the right moment. I think I’ve waited long enough. Don’t you agree?”

“Steve…” Mike begins, unsure of how to proceed. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest. He’s ashamed to say there’s an echo of that pulse further south, too.

“Oh, and by the way, dinner is canceled. Finish your drink,” Raglan coaches you gently. A little of it spills from the corner of your mouth.

“Did you…did you put something in…”

“Just something to relax her. I’m starting to think maybe you need some, too,” Steve manages to tear his eyes away from your damp lower lip, glaring at Mike.

“This…this is so fucked up…”

“And yet you’ve been fantasizing about it for how long now? Weeks? Months? Did you even ask what her qualifications were when you interviewed her for the babysitting job, or did you just drool over her thighs and say yes?” Steve’s hand drags slowly up his stepdaughter’s leg. Your eyes are glassy, dazed, struggling to focus.

Mike swallows loudly.

“I’ve more than paid my dues. Time to collect. You can either share in the plunder or not. I leave it at your discretion. But if you tell anyone about this, I can assure you it will be the last mistake you ever make.”

“You’re not…you’re not going to hurt her, are you?”

“Of course not. I mean, it’s probably going to be a little bit sore when I take her virginity, but, well, that’s to be expected. Maybe with the drugs she won’t even feel it. She certainly won’t remember it.” He threads his fingers through your hair. “You’ve made a bit of a mess of yourself, sweetheart. Let Daddy help you clean it up.”

He laps at the corner of your mouth and Mike’s cock lurches. He knows he should not be having any part of this, he should be calling the police, getting you the fuck away from this man, but he’s too mesmerized by the perverse scene that’s playing out before him. For him.

Steve tugs your head back gently and shoves his tongue between your lips, groaning. You don’t struggle. There is no protest. You’re soft, malleable, pliant beneath him.

The older man breaks the kiss, panting. “So fucking perfect. I’ve always loved that mouth.” He kisses you again. “Want to have a taste, Mike?”

He does.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #william afton x mike schmidt #steve raglan x mike schmidt #fnaf fanfic #fnaf movie #william afton #steve raglan #mike schmidt #dividers credit @saradika-graphics

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