William Afton/Steve Raglan x Trans FTM Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: You're closeted btw but you have a brain slip haha..

You went to the store with your mom to restock on groceries and other stuff which unfortunately took awhile, but eventually you two got in line at one of the human ran registers.
Self checkout didn't allow more than 10 or 15 items because of rampant theft rings in the United States.
Waiting in line inevitably took a long time since you two weren't the only ones with over 15 items.
Eventually it was your mom's turn to check out and you helped bag stuff as the cashier scanned it.
When you were finished you loaded the bags into the cart and waited for your mom to pay.
While the card reader took a long time, you zoned out and stared ahead at a bulletin board without thinking anything of it, until a picture of grinning middle aged white man with shiny eyes stared right back at you.
Oh shit!!, you internally panicked and jumped back, feeling startled by his imaginary gaze.
It honestly felt like he was staring directly into your soul and maybe even wanted it too.
Before you fall too deep into your anxious irrational overthinking, you immediately calm down and realize that it's just a picture and can't actually hurt you.
After you've calmed down a bit, you become curious about and start analyzing the details that surround his picture, and notice a name, address, and phone number.
You open your phone camera, zoom in, and make sure to take a picture that's legible enough before the card reader finally goes through and now you can leave.
You exit the store with your mom and she asks what you were looking at, as you two walk through the parking lot.
"Oh nothing interesting, just a bunch of papers that looked outdated" you told her, and she didn't further ask.
You two finally made it to the car, loaded the trunk, got inside, and drove home.
Once you were home, you two unloaded everything, brought it inside the house, unbagged it, and put it away.
You grabbed your own stuff, brought it upstairs to your bedroom, organized it, and went back downstairs to eat dinner before getting ready for bed.
After dinner, you doomscrolled online for awhile and then got up to get ready for bed once you decided that you were done with unnecessary procrastination.
You used the toilet, wiped and flushed, washed your hands, brushed your teeth, stripped nude, and got into the shower.
After taking a long shower because you don't feel clean within 10 minutes or less, you dry yourself, moisturize, and go over your acne with witch hazel before also moisturizing your face.
Once you're done, you lug your shower tote back to your room, shut the door, and take off your towel and microfiber hair wrap, leaving you nude to air out.
You sit on your bed and contemplate for a minute before nervously mustering up the courage to dial the number from the advertisement.
At the last second when you thought, Hey it's a little past 10 pm maybe I shouldn't-, then your thumb involuntarily hit the call button, makings you jittery with panic.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" You muttered under your breath about to hang up, until the call went through and someone obviously picked up.
"Hi my name is Steve, how may I help you at this time of night?" Steve answered.
"Oh um hi Steve" you answered, surprised that an actual living and breathing human being was speaking with you, when you weren't even expecting as little as an automated robot answering machine.
"Yes that's my name, how may I help you?" Steve asked in a serious tone.
"I was just wondering if I had to make an appointment to be able to come in" you said.
"Our internet and technology is very outdated due to poor state funding, so we take walk-ins instead because it's more efficient that way" Steve said.
"Okay I was also wondering if you're open during evenings, because not to cut my career chances short before I've began one, but I've always been somewhat of a late bird" you said.
"Tomorrow evening is perfect, I'll see you then, you have yourself a good night, Wait! I didn't catch your name" Steve said.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that, it's Y/N" you said, feeling nervous and awkward.
"Y/N, that's a lovely name, now you have yourself a good night Y/N" Steve said.
"You too, thank you for taking the time out of your night to help me this late, good night Steve" you said,
hanging up.
Feeling relieved, confused, and skeptical all at once, you put on panties and pajamas, then blow dry and brush your hair after spraying detangler all over it.
After that, you plug in your phone, turn off your light, read deranged fanfiction, and then fall asleep listening to random commentary videos.

Steve's POV:
I wasn't planning on staying overnight tonight, but I'm glad that I did.
Y/N sounded so shy and nervous while talking to me, it was cute and adorable, Steve thought to himself, as he opened up his search engine.
He searches for Y/N only to discover that all his social media is private, except for his TikTok and tumblr.
He snoops on Y/N's TikTok first, watching all his videos from oldest to newest.
Hmm, a closeted trans boy who complains about anti LGBTQ+ relatives and a creepy ex, I promise I'll protect you from them sweet Y/N, Steve thought.
He also saw Y/N self promoting his fanfiction and decided to snoop his tumblr.
Once he was there, he clicked the link for Y/N's fanfiction profile and read all of his books.
He wasn't expecting them to be about toxic man loving man relationships where they were naughty and nasty.
After he finished reading, he found himself hard and throbbing, and thanked his lucky rabbit foot keychain that the building was empty, locked, and closed.
He leans back in his desk chair and sighs while undoing his belt and khakis, pulls his erect penis out, grabs a cheap 2 ply tissue from the tissue box on his desk, and holds it next to his aching foreskin tip.
"Oh! Oh! Yeah! Y/N's dirty boy! Oh!" Steve moans, while wanking himself off, until he finishes and cums onto the tissue.
He tucks his penis back into his boxers, before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
He locks the door, drops the tissue in the toilet, has a piss, flushes the toilet, and fixes his pants after tucking his penis back into his boxers once again.
He washes and dries his hands, then goes back to his office to shut down his computer and grab his stuff, left the building and made sure it was locked, before he continued walking to his car and getting inside to drive home.
"Hey dad, what kept you so late tonight?" Vanessa chuckled, as Steve entered and closed the door.
"Busywork and a surprise phone call, we might be getting a new hire at Freddy's soon and he's very cute, so you better not kill him, understand?" Steve asked sternly, with a sinister grin.
"Okay cool dad, I understand" Vanessa chuckled in confusion, feeling uneasy for Y/N.
She unpaused Killing Eve and went back to eating her spicy chicken ramen.
"Goodnight Vanessa" Steve said, turning away and walking to his bedroom.
"Goodnight dad" Vanessa said, trying to ignore the flashbacks of how he treated her mom.
Steve closed and locked his bedroom door, took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand, went to his master bathroom and stripped naked, brushed his teeth, and got into the running lukewarm shower.
He vigorously massages 2 in 1 anti dandruff shampoo and conditioner throughout his scalp and rinses it off, then grabs unscented bar soap and rubs it everywhere from his face down to his feet, up and down the front, back, and sides of his body, and vigorously scrubs every inch and crevice with a washcloth, then rinses the lather remnant away.
He turns off the water, dries himself, and moisturizes with lavender and sandalwood scented lotion from a gift set that Vanessa didn't want because a creepy coworker gave it to her.
He applied deodorant, put on clean boxers, turned on his box fan, and plopped down on his big lonely bed.
There's plenty of room for Y/N, he thought as he shut his eyes and drifted out of consciousness.