William Afton/Steve Raglan x Trans FTM Reader

Chapter 3

A/N: Please note that Y/N isn't white despite being overly Americanized, and he's also short and pudgy.
I'm Mexican American and wanted more representation for my fellow minority trans brothers, so this is for me and all of you, hope y'all enjoy!!
-Love Rix💜

You did your eyebrows first, darkening them and drawing fake hair strokes in the sparse areas with a brow tint pen, blending and brushing them up with a brow brush, and finally sculpted and set them with a tinted eyebrow gel.
While they quickly dried, you moved onto doing your eye makeup, you caked a medium neutral concealer on both eyelids, so your eyeshadow would last longer and show up better without looking too crazy.
You went in with some slightly dark purple shimmery eyeshadow on your crease brush first, making sure it was blended, before going in with a lighter shimmery purple on a shadow brush, once the lighter purple was blended, you flipped the brush on its clean side, and went in with a matte neutral almost skin toned shade on the inner side of your eyelids, once that was done you put a bit of light pinkish almost white shimmer on the inner corners of your eyelids.
When you were done with your eyeshadow, you drew on some basic dark brown eyeliner to the best of your abilities.
Learning how to do your eye makeup ambidextrously wasn't easy, but felt satisfying and worth it even if it still wasn't perfect.
Once your eyeliner was to your liking, you drew white stick eyeliner in the inner corners of your waterline, purple in the middle, and dark brown in the outer corners.
After you were done with round 2 of eyeliner, you applied your dark brown dollar store mascara, a pink berry tinted lip balm, some shimmery purple pink lipgloss, and makeup was done.
You took a few selfies to send to your friends, then you took off your pajamas, put on deodorant, a padless camisole bra, some black business casual pants, sprayed some purple colored body spray you bought from a bargain store that smelled sweet but pleasant, then you put on a dark purple t shirt from target, brushed your hair into a neat low ponytail without any hair product, then you put on your black cardigan with white stripes at the bottom to break up the darkness.
After that was done, you shuffled through your bag making sure you had everything, especially your pepper spray that was attached with your bedroom and house key.
You put your phone and Bluetooth earbuds in your bag and took them downstairs with your water bottle, black no show socks, and barely worn shiny black loafers.
Once you were downstairs, you put your socks and shoes on before leaving with your mom.
The ride there was mundane and you were very nervous, but still had hope and eventually made it to the career counseling office.
Your mom wished you good luck and drove to a nearby shopping center, as you got out of the car and walked inside the building.
That Steve guy was right about this place being dated and underfunded holy shitballs, you thought as you observed both the exterior and interior trying not to feel unsettled.
"Please take a number, and wait your turn in this area!" A tired middle aged woman announced, behind a protective window thingy, startling you a bit.
Okay miss girl geez!, you thought as you fake smiled and said "Thank you" as you took the number and went to sit down.
You looked around for a no phones sign and observed everyone else who had their phones out.
Alright I'm good, I'll just turn my volume off and keep my brightness low even though I have nothing to hide, you thought, doing both of those things.
You watched videos of kittens and cats on TikTok, YouTube shorts, and Instagram reels until your number was finally called.
You shut off your phone screen, put it in your front pocket, and followed the direction signs and arrows to a hallway of isolated individual private offices.
It gave you flashbacks from when you had a mental breakdown in a high school counselor and psychologist's office five years ago when you were 15 years old going on 16, and you didn't like it.
He was very empathetic and handsome, but you still had secondhand embarrassment nonetheless, and almost wanted to cry for a moment from the memory of how bad you felt that day, until you heard a loud, screechy, creaky door abruptly swing open.
You blinked and refocused with the present, being met with piercing blue eyes staring right into your soul, the same eyes from that stupid advertisement.
You inhaled and exhaled a quiet deep breath through your nose, fighting the urge to shutter, you blinked again and reluctantly walked towards him.

Steve's POV:
I saw y/n get dropped off, and walk inside on the cameras.
He's a lot shorter than I expected and walks like he's in pain, even if he isn't.
I won't raise my voice because that seemed to startle him badly when he was asked to take a number.
His resting face looks sad, angry, and hurt all at the same time, I don't know his backstory yet outside of what he shares on TikTok, but I can tell he's been through a lot of different abuse, starting with his family.
He definitely hasn't healed yet, and it's amazing that he's still alive, but I'm glad he found the strength to reach out to me and make his way over here.
He even got dolled up a bit and looks nice, he also looks nice in regular pajamas without makeup, but I'll appreciate him in every form.
I wonder what he was looking at on his phone, I know it wasn't fanfiction, but if I had to guess I'd say cat videos, he seems like a cat person.
Probably too anxious for dogs, so I'm glad that I don't have any pets, I want to bring him home and make him feel safer than whatever the hell is going on at his current residence.
After what felt like an eternity, my lunch break was finally over and y/n's number was called. I was excited to see him in person, not exactly up close and personal just yet because I didn't want to scare him away.
I did my best to contain my grinning, forced a neutral resting face and opened my awful, old, and loud office door.
There he was standing 5 feet away, startled like a dear in headlights, poor sweet y/n, he looked like he wanted to cry but refrained as best as he could.
I stared right into his dark almost void colored eyes, they were beautiful and harbored a lot of pain and resentment.
He was definitely an over sharer behind the screen, but in real time, he was mysterious and I wanted to solve him, piece his story together and write a new one with him.
He walked closer and I was able and get a better look at him, his eye makeup looked beautiful behind the lenses of his glasses, it was mostly purple, my favorite color.
He smelt sweet and I loved his outfit, the whole lazy business casual look seemed out of character, but he pulled it off well, the purple undertoned lipgloss paired well with his brown and red skin.
Upon closer inspection, I saw his subtle mustache and chin fuzz, acne scars all over his chin and jawline, and oily rosacea, but that didn't make him less handsome or intriguing, it reminded me that he's a real person standing right here infront of me.
He looked very nervous, but managed to smile a bit with his mouth closed, which was disappointing only because I wanted to see his gorgeous crooked bottom teeth, they looked like subtle fangs.
"Hello there, my name is Steve Raglan but you might already know that" I said reaching my hand out.
"Yes I'm telepathic, clairvoyant, or whatever it's called, I'm just kidding, sorry I'll be serious now, I actually spoke with you on the phone last night" y/n laughed.
His laugh and humor is adorable, and I can see his gorgeous slanted but mostly aligned overbite smile, and those crooked bottom teeth, it's like an invisible genie read my mind and granted my wish.
"It's great and usually advised to stay professional, but personally I wouldn't mind laughing with you" I said.
"Okay cool, ah shit I didn't introduce myself yet, oh damn sorry about my language, I'll use a filter" y/n chuckled, probably embarrassed from catching himself.
I loved him already, I'll keep him company incognito mode so he doesn't get hurt by burglars, squatters, or the animatronics.
"It's fine don't worry about it, profanity doesn't bother me one bit y/n, come inside" I said, taking his hand and leading him inside.
It was sweaty but I didn't mind, maybe it wasn't the right move because he looked a little taken aback.