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Talking in Your Sleep. Chapter 2.

Talking in Your Sleep - I Remember Nothing

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

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The warm sun beat down, dancing through the trees leaving a pattern of intricate shadows on the grass below. The chirping of the birds hidden amongst the trees blended in with the chatter of the many families. Nebraska was beautiful this time of year. Not too hot, not too cold. The smell of the pine trees was unforgettable. It was refreshing and would linger in your clothes even days after you had left. Mike sat on the wooden bench, worn down from years of use. His dad cooked up burgers on the barbeque, the delicious smell wafting through the air. His mum sat opposite him putting sauce on her burger.

His dad laughed, "How about some burger with that ketchup?"

"Everything is better swimming in ketchup," she smiled.

Garrett was playing nearby, running around the campsite with his bright orange toy plane and making engine noises. He always loved toy planes, but that orange one was his favourite. He took it everywhere. Mike's mum knocked over a drink, spilling the sticky liquid over the bench. She sighed.

"I'm going to get some towels. Go watch your brother."

Mike smiled and nodded, getting up to go find Garrett. A bright yellow frisbee flew by catching Mike's attention. He wandered over to find it so he could throw it back to its owner. Kids were always leaving their toys behind here. One year, Garrett had left his favourite orange plane behind. The second he realised, hours into the drive home, there was a flood of tears. Of course, his parents turned around and drove all the way back to get it. The sudden revving of a car engine next to Mike pulled him out of the memory.

"Garrett?"

Inside the the car, staring out the rear view window, was Garrett.

"Garrett!" Mike called out frantically, dropping the yellow frisbee to the floor.

The car started to move off and Mike ran as fast as he could. Garrett stared back at him, orange plane in hand, slowly getting further and further from Mike's reach. The navy blue car drove off as Mike screamed for his brother. There was nothing he could do. Garrett was gone.

Mike awoke from his sleep drenched in sweat. Every night he had the same dream. It was a memory he relived from his childhood. The day Garrett was taken. He turned off his alarm and ripped his headphones off his head. Mike listened to nature sounds at night to relive the memory. It was a technique he had taken from the Dream Theory book. No matter how many times he would have that dream, Mike was never able to see who took Garrett. The mans face was always hidden in shadow and the dreams were the same every time, nothing new ever coming to light.

Mike got out of bed and started his morning routine. Every morning he would do a set of push ups. It helped to clear his head from his dreams the night before. He wandered tiredly into the kitchen and began to cook breakfast for himself an Abby. His sister was still fast asleep. Her drawings were always strewn across the house. Whenever Abby had time to, she would be drawing. Even in school, instead of playing with the other children, she would be drawing. And of course, there was the imaginary friends. The only people Abby talked to were these friend. She barely spoke to Mike, but with her friends she would talk non-stop. Mike couldn't help but worry about her. Without their parents, it was up to him to raise her and so far he felt like he wasn't doing a good job.

Mike knocked on her door. "Abby, get up or we're going to be late." No response. "Abby?"

He knocked on the door again before slowly opening it up. Of course, Abby was sitting at her desk, lost in the colours of another drawing. Mike sighed.

"Abby, you need to come eat breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," she says, carrying on with her drawing.

"You need to eat."

Abby doesn't budge. Mike tries to take the crayons away but Abby won't let him. They struggle over the dandelion yellow crayon until it snaps, the broken half cluttering against the wooden desk.

Mike sighed. "Whatever, I don't care. But you should know what happens to little girls that don't eat. They stay the same size forever, and they never get to ride the adult rides at the amusement park."

Abby contemplated, looking over to her bed as if another person was sitting there, waiting to have their turn to speak. "My friend says you're an idiot."

Mike stares at the spot on the bed, then at Abby. "At least I'm real."

Mike closed the door and headed back into the kitchen. He picked up the phone, dialling Max to see if she could babysit. Mike wouldn't say him and Max were friends. The only time he really saw her was when she was babysitting Abby. Mike was surprised Max hadn't bailed out on him yet since he hasn't been able to pay her. Maybe it was just routine at this point - a call and a promise to pay that never actually manifests. When Mike was in between jobs, he could handle Abby just fine. But now working nightshifts, Max's help was more crucial than ever. Luckily enough for him, Max agreed.

The minutes ticked by and Abby still hadn't left her room. At this rate, they would definitely be late. Abby was a good kid. Mike knew that. But he didn't want her school life to suffer more than it already does. Abby's teacher was great. She genuinely wanted to see his sister thriving. She was always updating Mike with her progress. Abby was incredible bright, always getting remarkable grades, but she just couldn't seem to connect with the other students. The other kids weren't excluding her or bullying her - they had tried to be friends with her, but when she didn't reciprocate they eventually just gave up.

Abby finally emerged just before Mike was about to drag her out of her room. With a cold shoulder, she walked straight part Mike and headed for the door, not saying a word. Mike huffed. At least she was out. Abby gazed out the window, watching as other people and cars flew by. Most mornings were a struggle and it seemed like there was nothing Mike could do to help. The line for the school drop off seemed to go on forever. Mike groaned, gripping the steering wheel with annoyance and they moved forward, inch by inch. After what felt like hours, it was finally their turn.

"Abs," Mike said before she could hop out. "Please try to make some friends today."

"I already have friends," Abby retorted and got out of the car. Her brightly coloured backpack stuffed full of paper and crayons swinging behind her as she walked into the school. Mike watched her go, making sure she got inside safely before driving off.

Jane, and her rather incompetent looking lawyer, sat opposite Max and her brother. Sparky's diner was the go-to restaurant in this small town. Coffee, pancakes, and delicious lunches. It was hard to beat. The tension in the air was palpable as Max's brother stared down the pair, elbows resting on the table was he waited for someone to make the first move. They all eyed each other in anticipation. But right as Jane was about to open her mouth, an overly-cherry young server stops by their booth. 'Ness', his nametag reads.

"Welcome to Sparky's! Can I set you folks up with some appetizers?" he asks, creased laminated menus in hand.

As he begins to hand out the menus, Jane gathers them up, shoving them back into his hands. He doesn't look fazed.

"Aw! That's no fun." Ness turns to Jane, "You do realise lunch is the most important meal of the day?"

The table looks confused and Max's brother pipes in, "I thought it was breakfast?"

"Some people say that," Ness explains, "But, y'know, it's just a theory."

Annoyed, Jane ushers him away to begin their discussion. Max was being paid by Jane to search Mike's house under the guise of babysitting. Well, she was meant to be paid. Since Max had found nothing, Jane was refusing to pay them. Max had searched the house top to bottom, looking in every drawer and crevice, but alas there was nothing. Not a single thing that she could use to frame Mike as an unfit guardian. This result displeased Jane.

"We had a deal," Max argued.

Jane laughed. "Yeah, that you were going to find me hard proof of criminal endangerment."

Doug looked more than uncomfortable. He clutched his brief case to his chest. When Max's brother half-jokingly suggested that they kill Mike, he shot up in his seat. He muttered under his breath that he shouldn't be here, that he shouldn't be hearing any of this. Jane forced him back down, much to his dismay.

"How about we toss the place?" Max suggests. "He needs this job to look good for the court. He's a security guard. It's his job to make sure nobody gets in."

Jane mulls over the idea for a minute before agreeing. Max and her brother want two thousand dollars as their reward, to this, Jane scoffs. One thousand. Defeated, the two agree. Money is money after all. They leave the diner to set their plan into motion. Doug looked like he's about to have a heart attack.

You couldn't help dreading the night ahead. Another cold, slow shift. Six hours usually felt like twelve. You wished there was heating in the building. The thin, cracked walls always let the freezing breeze run through the pizzeria. Even if there was some kind of heating system, it would probably burn the place down. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. You hugged your hoodie tighter to your body, a thick blanket hanging over your shoulders. Like the pizzeria, your apartment was freezing. You could barely afford rent, so paying for heating on top of that was far from a priority. Then in summer, the house was an oven. The jammed windows couldn't open far enough for you to let in a breeze, and the hole-filled curtains did nothing to stop the sun beating in. You didn't know which was worse.

11:16. It was time to start getting ready. The first step in your pre-work routine was making a hot cup of coffee. There was no way in hell you could get through your shift otherwise. It would help warm you up too. You sipped on the hot beverage, steam flushing your face. You chucked on your vest, adding another layer of warmth. Loose threads hung from the seams and the zip would only go up half way. It was made of a cheap plastic-y material that you could easily rip with your bare hands. You began the drive to Freddy's. Your car was on the verge of death too, another expense you couldn't afford. The check engine light had been on for longer than you'd like to admit. Whenever it managed to start up in the morning felt like a miracle.

You felt your heart drop when you pulled into the parking lot of the pizzeria. A cop car was parked by the door, the officer waiting inside her car. You knew who it was. Vanessa would check in on the place once a week or so. She seemed a bit too invested for your liking. You got out of the car, the cold air chilling you to your bones.

"Evening Vanessa," you greeted her as she got out of the car. Her usually cheery atmosphere replaced by something much more sinister.

"Evening," she replied. "How was last night?" Vanessa walked up to the gate, tugging on the chain to ensure to was locked. Mike had just arrived, just as shocked as you to see a cop here. He cautiously approached. Vanessa turned to him, surprised to see another security guard. "Who's this?"

"This is Mike," you introduced him. "Raglan hired him as another guard. Yesterday was his first day."

Something changed in Vanessa's expression. She looked Mike up and down before turning to you. "The place got broken into earlier today. Either of you know anything about that?" Vanessa interrogated.

Your stomach turned. You were sure you had locked everything up. Your mind raced. Was there something you had missed? Were you too caught up trying to train Mike that you had forgotten something? "What happened?" you stuttered out.

Vanessa glanced between the two of you. She explained that a group of idiots had broken into the place, trashing it and causing a lot of damage. You were overcome with guilt. Mike watched as the colour drained from your face. Vanessa was very pissed off, arms crossed over her uniformed torso as she narrowed her gaze. "There's two of you here now, there's no way a mistake like this should happen," Vanessa scolded. "I'll be back tomorrow and there better not be any problems." She gave you one last look of disappointment before getting in her car and driving off.

You avoided Mike's gaze as you opened up the pizzeria. As soon as you stepped inside, you saw just how much damage they had done. Arcade machines were smashed and knocked over, the prize cabinet destroyed, tables and chairs flipped. You winced, biting your lip anxiously.

"Go set up the monitors," you ordered Mike with a wobbly voice. "I'll start cleaning up here."

Wordlessly, Mike made his way down the vandalised halls to the security office. He glanced back at you, watching as your eyes poured over the mess. Second night and he had already screwed up. Mike had a nagging feeling that it was his fault Freddy's had gotten broken into, but you got all the blame from Vanessa. Even the security office had been attacked. Junk was thrown everywhere from the vandals trying to find anything of value. The rusty metal grid that covered the vent had been pulled off. It looked like it had been bashed in as the thin metals bars were bent and broken. After Mike had switched on the monitors, he began to tidy up the office. He opened up one of the locked, jumping back in fright when the uncanny face of a small clown toy stared back at him. The toys wide eyes and empty smile sent shivers down his spine. Mike turned it around so he wouldn't have to look at it. Inside the locker was a dusty old security vest, the same one you adorned. Mike gave it a shake, years of dust and a couple of moths flying out in the process. He chucked it on over his hoodie. Perfect fit - like someone had left it there just for him.

Mike walked through the back hallways, trying to find the supply closet. The least he could do was help you clean up the mess. As he searched the musty shelves, he was met with another creepy balloon boy doll. Cursing under his breath, Mike turned it around and pushed it to the very back of the shelf. He still felt it's plastic eyes staring at him. Mike quickly grabbed the vacuum and rushed out.

You silently swept up the broken glass, keeping your gaze lowered to the floor. Mike quietly made his way over to you, wordlessly beginning to vacuum over the carpet you had cleaned. The vacuum hadn't been used in almost two decades, the cheap plastic that it was made from had yellowed and cracked over time, but it got the job done. Mike continued to glance over at you as you swept. He wanted to express the guilt he felt but the words couldn't find their way out. You began to try moving the tables back into place but struggled with the weight and large size of them. Mike put the vacuum to the side and helped you carry them.

"I'm sorry," he managed to get out. "It's probably my fault the place got broken into."

You sighed, "Don't blame yourself, Mike. I've been doing this job longer than you. I should've known better." Your voice wobbled as your spoke, holding back tears. There was no way you were going to cry in front of some stranger you had met only last night.

"It's okay-" Mike tried to comfort you.

"No, it's not okay," you snapped, taking out your frustrations on Mike. "I could get fired over this. I know you don't really give a shit about this job, but I do. I can't afford to lose it."

Mike felt his temper beginning to rise. "I need this job just as much as you do. You don't know shit about me, so don't assume I'm just doing this for fun."

Before you could retort, heavy footsteps echoed from around the corner. The two of you fell silent, listening intently as a robotic whirr accompanied each step. You felt your blood run cold. A large, dark shadow cast itself against the patterned walls. You thought your mind was playing tricks on you. Projected on the wall was the distinct shape of two large rabbit ears. The sounds grew louder as the threat moved closer, gears grinding witch each step it took. Mike grabbed your arm, ushering you to hide beneath one of the tables, hidden away in the shadows. You stayed close to him, barely able to breathe as it moved closer. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Around the corner turned Bonnie. Its one bright blue fur faded and matted, stained from years of children with grubby pizza-hands touching it. Its head turned with methodical mechanical movement. The usually friendly plastic eyes now bright red, shining with what you can also see as bloodlust. You cover your mouth, hiding a gasp of shock. Never in your weeks here had you seen anything like this. Creepy humming? Random footsteps? Sure. But this was on another level. Instinctively, you move closer to Mike, staring up at him with wide, fearful eyes. His jaw is clenched, shoulders tense and his eyes are glued on Bonnie. The animatronic slowly makes its way to the main floor. It was looking for something. Someone. Its footsteps shook the ground like an earthquake, kilograms of engineering thudding along. Bonnie walked around the room, stopping right in front of the table you were hiding underneath. Mike reaches his arm across you, making sure you were as far back from it as you could be.

You never realised how big they were up close. Its feet alone were massive, easily bigger than your head. Bonnie wasn't leaving. While you couldn't see it, you could hear the mechanical parts groaning as its head turned around, surveying the room. Your heart was pounding so loud, you were sure it could hear you. The animatronic smelt horrible. It smelt like rot. Like death. Maybe there was old rotten pizza stuck on it somewhere, or maybe a rat had died in it. You wanted to vomit. You clenched your eyes shut, bringing your knees up to your chest.

Mike didn't move, frozen in place. When was it going to leave? Sure, Mike had felt fear before. When his brother was taken from him he felt scared, the anxiety gnawing away at him for the next decade. But this was different. This wasn't being frightened. This was being terrified for your life. This was being in immediate danger. His heart was racing. Time felt like it was at a standstill. The animatronic turned to face the table, it's bulky arms grabbing onto the edge. It was thinking. It knew you were there. Suddenly, a loud shatter echoed from the kitchen. You heard Bonnie turn its head. After what felt like forever, it let go of the table, stomping away to investigate the noise.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding. The two of you stayed tucked away under the table until you were sure it was gone. Mike left first, slowly standing up to look around. He motioned for you to come out. Anxiously, you left the safety of the table. Quickly but quietly, you both raced to the security room, immediately barricading the door.

"What the fuck was that?" Mike shouts at you. You couldn't even form a sentence, still in shock. "Did you know about this?"

"No!" you promised. "I didn't know! How could I?"

Mike slouched into the chair, running his hand through his curly brown hair. "That robot bunny just tried to fucking kill us. You've been putting that chair under the door for 'safety', and you're telling me you didn't know?"

You sat down in your chair, hugging yourself for comfort. "I didn't know..." you whisper. "Sometimes there's noises where I think someone's there, but no one is. The chair was just to calm my nerves." Mike looked at you suspiciously. "I promise," you defended, almost on the brink of tears. "If I had known those things could move around like that, do you think I'd still be here?"

Mike checked the time. 5:12am. He spun around in his chair, watching over the monitors intently. There was nothing. No movement. Nothing out of place. Were you both losing it? Maybe there was a carbon monoxide leak and you were both just hallucinating. "We should go," he says. "It doesn't look like they're out there."

"It's not even six yet-"

"I don't care," he cuts you off. "We're not spending another second here."

Mike stood up, slowly creaking open the door and checking down the hallway. He gives you a nod and you carefully follow behind him. The second you saw the door in sight, you both started to run, slamming it behind you and immediately locking up. You follow Mike to his car. It was old, years of sun damage had caused the paint to fade and peel off. The two of you leant against the car, the icy wind stinging your face.

"I'm sorry," you apologised. "I shouldn't have yelled at you before, and I'm sorry about the bunny. I really didn't know," you whispered.

Mike nodded. "It's whatever. I shouldn't have yelled either. Sorry."

You began to walk to your car. "Will I see you tomorrow?" The thought of coming back shook you to your core, but at least you wouldn't be alone.

"We'll see."

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happy74827 · 2 months

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Beyond Repair

[William Afton x Wife!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite everything he’s done, so far the only consequence he’s received is marriage counseling {GIF Creds: @bittwitchy// Tagging @moonbanana-library because I feel like you’ll enjoy this}

WC: 2595

Category: Slight Fluff, Slight Angst [TW — Afton, cursing, small mentions of 18+ content]

Don’t we love random sparks of inspiration at four in the morning? I sure do 💀

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You were always a clueless little thing.

You saw the world with rose-tinted glasses, and you believed in everyone. You saw the best in people, and you wanted to see the world like that.

And it wasn't a bad way to look at things; it kept you innocent and full of light. William, however, wasn't as good as you were. He had seen the world for what it was, and he knew how the world worked.

He'd lost his innocence, and he had seen bad things… done bad things. Sure, he was good with kids, but he had a secret side that he knew would completely crumble the way you saw the world, how you saw him.

So, despite everything, he made sure you'd never know. He kept the darker side of himself out of your view. And he did everything he could to be the husband you thought he was.

Soon, that husband's facade became a father's facade, and you had a beautiful daughter who had his eyes and your smile.

But he knew the truth.

He'd never been a good man. Not even close.

The moment his eyes landed on you, the day he'd met you, the years he got to spend with you, and the day he had asked you to be his wife. Every step in between, he knew that he didn't deserve any of it. He knew that he should have let you go.

But he was selfish.

He needed you. He loved you. Your innocence was refreshing. And your optimism was addicting.

William knew that he didn't deserve anything, except for maybe an early death. Yet, despite knowing all that, he was greedy. He was an ambitious man, and he took every opportunity that presented itself to him.

Even if that meant hurting the ones around him.

Because you see, the only thing in this world he wanted more than your love was the recognition he'd never gotten. And the respect.

So when he'd built his pizzeria and made his animatronics, he saw just how successful it became, and he saw just how many people knew him and just how much respect he was finally getting.

That's when he realized.

That's when the real William began to show himself. And that was his big mistake. That mentality led him to this grandma's couch, impatiently awaiting for hell to begin.

Marriage counseling.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, trying to hold back a laugh. This was so pathetic. For years, he's crossed lines and done things that would put him on death row, and he'd never had a single issue. Yet, one small argument with you, and suddenly he's a man with a failing marriage?

What kind of joke was this?

Turns out the clueless little thing that you were had taken his little stunt a lot more seriously than he had anticipated.

"This is ridiculous," William groaned, slumping back into his seat as he stared up at the ceiling. "This is going to be a waste of time. All we need is a vacation, and it'll all work out just fine.”

You just stared at him with a look of disbelief and a small bit of disgust. Quite adorable, if he was honest.

"Really, William?" You said, rolling your eyes. "It's going to take a little more than a vacation to fix our relationship."

William turned to look at you, and he felt his heart twinge when he saw just how upset you were. His lips parted, and he felt a surge of regret wash over him.

He really hated seeing you like this.

You were the only person who ever seemed to make him feel remorse, and right now was no exception.

He opened his mouth, trying to find the words to tell you that he was sorry, but he stopped himself before he could say anything.

Because he wasn't sorry.

Not really.

“Ah, the Aftons, I presume?" A voice said, and William looked away from you, looking to the front of the room.

A man, most likely in his late 40's, was standing by the doorway. His dark hair had streaks of grey in it, and he had a few wrinkles. He was wearing a brown turtleneck and a pair of black pants.

His face was unreadable, and William couldn't tell what he was thinking. But he could tell that this was the same therapist he'd spoken with on the phone.

"I'm Doctor Miller. It's nice to finally meet you both." The therapist smiled and held his hand out.

William sighed, pushing himself off of the couch, and stood up. He shook his hand and forced a smile. "Likewise."

The Doctor nodded and glanced at you. He smiled and walked over to you, extending his hand.

You shook his hand and flashed a warm smile. The smile didn't meet your eyes, though. His smile was fake, and so was yours.

Maybe you were more similar than William had first assumed.

The doctor let go of your hand and stepped back. "Let's get started then."

William sat down, slouching his posture and staring up at the ceiling. He thought about wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, and holding you tight, but he thought better of it.

You'd probably reject his affection anyway. For being a clingy wife, you were surprisingly good at pushing him away.

Doctor Miller grabbed a notepad and a pen, walked to the chair beside the couch, and sat down.

He smiled the first genuine one out of the three of you, and opened the notepad.

"Alright, Mrs. Afton, I'd like you to start off. Tell me what happened." He said, his gaze fixed on you. Of course, he was already taking your side.

William glanced at you and raised an eyebrow. This should be good.

You hesitated before speaking. "He’s… well, different lately. He's distant. And cold. I hardly see him anymore, and when I do, he doesn't talk to me. He spends all of his time either in the basement or his office."

Doctor Miller wrote something down and nodded his head. "Is there any particular reason you believe this is happening?"

“No, but he has been acting more aggressive lately. I tried to talk to him about it, and he just snapped. It was like he wasn't even listening. Like his mind was somewhere else."

William stared at you. You sounded so sincere. So hurt. If he had a heart, he's sure it would be aching.

Doctor Miller hummed, nodding his head, and turned to William.

"What was the argument about, Mr. Afton?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

William looked at the doctor, and two options popped into his mind. Option one is to tell the doctor his true feelings. You were being ridiculous and childish. He didn't need your bullshit. He had more important things to worry about. Or, option two, lie.

He was always good at lying.

William sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at you and started to speak.

"She's right; I've been a little cold recently. I've just been stressed out. My business has been a lot lately, and I've been dealing with a few other personal issues. Stress isn't a good look on me, I'm afraid."

He lied, flashing a small sad smile at the doctor.

Doctor Miller looked at him for a moment before writing something down.

"Well, it sounds to me like there are a few issues in your relationship." He said, putting his notepad on the table and resting his arms on his lap. “One of them is a communication issue, which is not uncommon in relationships like this. I believe I can help you, but I want to ask you both a question first."

"What's the question?" You asked, and the Doctor turned to you, a soft look in his eyes.

"Are you still in love with him?"

You and William both tensed up, and the room was silent for a moment. He couldn’t help but turn to look at you, genuinely curious to hear what you were going to say.

You hesitated, your eyes locked on the ground. William felt his stomach churning and his jaw clenched.

He was actually nervous.

For the first time in a long time, William was actually nervous.

You turned to look at him, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Yes. I still love him."

Doctor Miller nodded and turned to William. "What about you? Are you still in love with your wife?"

Truth be told, you were the only person who ever came close to making William feel love. Vanessa was a close second, but he wasn't sure if it was the same kind of love. At least, not in the way he felt about you.

If this was love, then he was still in love.

"Always.” He spoke without a moment of hesitation. He gave you a warm smile, pulling that facade back up again. “…That's why I'm here."

The doctor smiled, and William swore he saw the tiniest hint of pity in his eyes. "That's good. That means there's still hope for your relationship.”

With all the money this one therapy session was costing him, he damn well hoped so.

"So, here's my idea," the doctor said, sitting up in his seat and clearing his throat. "I'd like to start off with a few activities, some couples challenges, if you will. This will help me understand where the problem areas are, and hopefully, after a few sessions, we'll be able to fix them. If not, we'll find a solution together. Sound good?"

Activities? Challenges? What was this, summer camp?

William resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded. "Sounds great."

You nodded, smiling, and William swore he saw a bit of excitement in your eyes. He wondered how much this meant to you. Had you really thought you were losing him?

"Perfect," the doctor said and grabbed his notepad. He flipped the page and started writing something down.

With the amount of writing this guy was doing, you'd think this was a novel. It took a lot out of him to not get up and snap the damn pen in half.

"Now, this might seem a little strange, but I want to try an activity right now. Something small and easy, so we can gauge your relationship and see how you interact with each other."

"What kind of activity?" You asked, tilting your head slightly.

"Something simple, don't worry. Just a conversation."

Conversation. That sounded boring.

William was about to complain when the doctor cut him off.

"When was the last time you two were… intimate?"

William's eyebrows furrowed, and he stared at the Doctor, whose gaze was fixed on him.

Was he asking what he thought he was asking?

William felt his face heat up and his jaw clenched.

He had to be kidding.

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with anything?" He asked, forcing his voice to sound calm.

The doctor turned his head to you, and you just looked down at the ground.

William was going to lose it.

"Being… connected with your spouse in that way is an important aspect of a healthy relationship. Without that sincerity, that vulnerability, you'll start to grow apart."

"We're perfectly connected," William said through gritted teeth. “What do you think you're implying here?"

He knew you like the back of his hand. He could read you like a book, and he was confident to know what you were thinking, doing, or feeling at all times.

He knew that look.

Your eyes were downcast, your hands were fidgeting, and your bottom lip was slightly jutted out.

You were embarrassed, and he knew he had to act. Play the good husband role, and save you the humiliation.

He reached his arm over and wrapped it around your shoulder, pulling you gently upwards. Your body tensed at his touch, but you relaxed when you looked up and saw his warm smile.

"See? We're completely connected." William said, his arm squeezing your shoulder. “I believe this is where our time is up. If you'll excuse us, we have some… activities apparently to get to."

William stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him. You were quiet, and he could feel your stare on the side of his head.

He couldn't tell if you were upset or grateful.

William cleared his throat and gave the doctor a cold smile. One that he purposely made so that the Doctor would know how displeased he was.

"Thank you for your time, Doctor Miller. We'll be sure to contact you soon."

The doctor nodded, a blank expression on his face. He didn’t say a word as William took you by the arm and guided you out the door.

No way in hell was he doing this again.

"William-" You started, and he cut you off.

"No more therapy, sweetheart," William said, his hand tightening around your arm.

"I-"

"No more," he said, his voice low and stern. Still, he kept that warm smile on his face. It made you fall back into silence.

"We're done. We'll figure this out on our own. No more doctors or counselors or whatever the hell he was.”

Truth be told, he was absolutely livid. All that money wasted for a bum therapist to imply that their marriage was falling apart because you weren't communicating?

What a scam. This is exactly why he preferred to do things on his own.

William led you back to the car, opening the door for you and helping you in. He walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat.

He took a moment to breathe, his head falling back against the seat and his eyes closing.

God, he hated being here.

Hated it so much.

He needed a cigarette and maybe a stiff drink.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice quiet.

William lifted his head and turned to you. He blinked, confused, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"What for?"

"I… I thought maybe if we went to see a therapist, they could help. They could fix this. But… I think I messed it up. I'm sorry."

Your voice cracked, and he watched as tears started to form in your eyes.

His face softened, and he turned his body towards you, leaning his back against the door. Such a crybaby you were, emotionally connected and sensitive.

Just another reason why you worked so well with him. Blinded by emotion, you were easy to trick. Easy to manipulate.

You were naive, and it was adorable.

"No, no. Don't cry." William said, his hand lifting and cupping your cheek. He brushed away the tears with his thumb, and he forced a smile. "There's nothing to fix. We're fine, I promise. I’ll make sure of it. Okay?"

"Okay," you whimpered, nuzzling into his hand. It’s quite the contrast compared to the look of disgust on your face from earlier.

He didn't want to see that again.

William leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead. He could smell the shampoo and soap from your morning shower, and the smell calmed him down.

He could tell the action had calmed you down, too.

William pulled back, and his lips twitched upwards. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll fix this."

After all, he always got what he wanted. And what he wanted was his wife.

And no stupid, worthless therapist was going to guide him away from that.

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cassidyconner · 7 months

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Strings Attached (pt 2)

Summary: Mike and Abby are confronted by his possessed girlfriend at Freddy’s Pizzeria.

Note: I will consider expanding this on here and Ao3 as a story.

“Abby I need you to go hide.” Mike orders his sister, not taking his eyes off you.

“Mike-“

“Now!”

Abby runs off to hide. Mike continues to stare at you, not sure what to do.

You just stood there. Not in a menacing way but in a creepy way with that mask on.

He takes in your appearance more closely: your hair and clothes disheveled and covered with twigs and leaves. Your feet appeared to be caked with blood and dirt.

‘She walked from her home to here.’

“Y/N…”

The only response he got from you was a slight head tilt. The mask sits on your face, staring down Mike.

It’s deeply unsettling.

‘Are they….possessing her?’

“Y/N it’s me, Mike-“

“Your little girlfriend isn’t there anymore, Michael.”

From behind you, a massive figure emerges from the darkness.

A yellow-ish decaying looking rabbit-

Wait.

Yellow rabbit.

The missing children were scared by a yellow rabbit.

The picture Vanessa showed him of her father wearing the yellow rabbit suit.

The man who took Garrett.

William Afton.

“The little ones are fond of her. And I gotta say she’s really pretty and obedient.” Afton laughs menacing, petting you on top of your head affectionately.

“Don’t touch her!” Mike instinctively pulls out the taser gun Vanessa gave him.

Afton laughs at him. “That little thing won’t hurt me one bit, however…”

He gives you large knife he was holding to you.

“I bet you aren’t willing to hurt her right, Michael?” Afton taunts.

“You can’t have her!”

“Oh dear Michael it’s a bit too late for that. She belongs here now.”

#five nights at freddy's #springtrap fnaf #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson imagine #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt #matthew lillard #william afton #fnaf marionette #william afton imagine #springtrap imagine

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delicioushottubpeanut · 17 days

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Y'know when you start liking a dilf and see all these edits and then become jealous because they have liked them longer than you

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dilfismz · 6 months

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The Best Comfort

Pairing: William Afton X innocent! Virgin! reader (neighbor au)

Description: William is a vile, disgusting man and he knows it, he definitely knows it. How shameful of him to lust for the young pretty thing living next door. But, how could he not. She’s such a naive, innocent, pretty girl, practically begging to be used by her perv neighbor.

Warnings!!: Age gap (considerable but legal), loss of virginity, corruption kink, manipulation, unprotected sex, breeding, creepy behavior from William, implied size difference if you squint, and piv sex.

Since the day you first moved in Will knew he had to have you. Your cute innocent looking face framed with two braids , helping your parents move boxes into the new house. The way you bit your lip as you carried a particularly heavier box immediately left William with a tent in his pants. He knew he had to do something, find some sort of way to work his way into your life. Some way that he could ruin you for anyone else, touch you and make you his forever.

It wasn’t until his other neighbors, a friendly married couple brought brownies to your front door did he come up with a plan. He decided against more sweets and chose to give a gift of wine. This was a perfect plan for him, he would wait until you were home alone to knock on your front door. He’d get to know you, start manipulating you into trusting him, and the wine was a good way of discreetly asking your age.

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It wasn’t until the next weekend, a brisk fall Sunday that William follows through with his plan. Your parents had just left for church and William all but jumps at the opportunity. He trudges up to your doorstep, holding a glass of Pinot Grigio in his left hand, knocking with his right.

“H-hello”, you stammer out, groggily opening the door.

“Hey there, neighbor”, he sickly smiles, handing you the glass.

“Oh, thanks”, you let out shyly, your face turning a bright shade of red.

“Well…aren’t you gonna invite me in to share that…”?, he asks.

“O-oh you can come in but I probably shouldn’t drink any of that, I’m not twenty-one for a few months yet”

What a good girl, he thinks to himself as you let him in. He follows you to the kitchen, sitting across from you at the counter. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, looking down at the ground.

“Tell me your name, hun”, he commands.

“Y/n”, you reply quickly, looking into his eyes for a slight second.

Such a pretty name, he thinks to himself. “Sorry for inviting myself in, I like getting to know my neighbors”, William lies.

The rest of your little “visit” is rather awkward but you can feel yourself opening up to the older man. He leaves a few minutes before your parents get home, bidding you adieu with a small smile and wave. He’s determined to slowly weasel his way into your life, gaining your trust and adoration.

He’s been working at this for weeks and already feels you growing fonder of him.

A few days after your initial meeting he’d seen you raking leaves in your front yard. Of course he just happened to be getting his mail at the same time. You spotted him and sent him a shy wave. He smiled in response and started a small conversation, slowly but surely gaining your trust.

A few days after that you were conveniently walking your dog at the same time William was mowing his lawn. When you and your dog walked in front of his house William asked you if he could pet the little guy. Of course, being the sweet girl you are, you allow him to. Will keeps complimenting the dog calling him “so cute” and “how adorable”, even saying he has “such innocent little features”. Although you’re not quite sure why he seemed to be looking at you while saying all these things.

Finally, things fall into place for William even sooner than expected when he hears a knock on his door. You’re standing on his porch with tears in your eyes. He invites you in, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the couch. He hates to see you upset. But he loves the fact that you already trust him so much.

“What’s going on sweetheart?”

You sniffle and stutter out, “I-… It’s just stupid, it’s not that big of a deal”.

William sits down next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Oh honey, if you’re this upset it is important”.

You explain to him why you’re upset. How you got into a stupid argument with your parents and just wanted out of the house for a bit. You didn’t know where else to go…

“I’m glad you came to me, I know just the thing to distract you for a bit”, William blurts out, a smile etched on his face.

You are curious and excited to see what he has in mind. You think of all the different things to expect…maybe food, a movie…

What you weren’t expecting was for William to reach over and cup your face with his hand. You freeze at this surprisingly intimate gesture and shift a bit uncomfortably.

“You ever been kissed, sweet thing?”

“No, I don’t talk to many guys”, you admit, wondering why he’d ask such a bizarre question.

Oh, what an innocent little doll, he thinks to himself before making his move. William moves his body closer to yours, his breath fanning against your forehead. He finally closed the distance between your lips and shares a short but sweet kiss with you.

You pull away, a look of confusion evident on your face. “Why did you do that?”, you ask in genuine shock.

“I just wanna make you feel good. I wanna make you forget about everything for a little bit, is that okay?”

“Yes but…isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”

“Just trust me bunny, I know what’s best for you”.

William leans in again, tangling his hands in your hair while peppering your neck with light kisses. You feel a strange warmth resonate inside your core as his beard scratches you. Suddenly, as he starts to suck gently on your neck you let out a low moan. You’ve never made a noise quite like it.

This spurs William on and shifts his weight to hover above you, your back pressed against the couch. You grind your hips up, searching desperately for some sort of friction.

“It sure doesn’t look like you’ve never done this before…”, William trails off. His hands are quickly moving to remove your shirt, revealing your bare tits.

“Mmm no bra…what a little tease”.

“I-“, you start to protest but are shut up by the feeling of lips exploring your chest. William leaves dark purple marks on the blank canvas of your body, claiming you as his.

He pulls down your leggings revealing cute white panties with a little bow. He rubs your clit through the fabric and you almost cum on the spot.

“Aw babygirl, you don’t play down there much, do you?”

“N-no I don’t”

“Mm I’ll go slow”

William pulls down your panties slowly, growing even harder at the sight of your glistening sex. He makes a silent oath to himself to spend hours eating you out sometime.

You wince as William slowly slides one of his thick digits into you, stretching you out. The stretch burns but you can already feel a coil of pleasure building up inside of you.

He adds a second digit, stroking your insides slowly. You grip the couch behind you, already finishing all over his fingers. He pulls them out of you and brings them up to his lips, tasting your cream.

“Mmm, you’ve never done that before, have you?”

You’re still almost writhing with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “N-no…wanna make you feel like this too”. You admit, your face turning bright red at the admission.

“Let me teach you, bunny”

You nod your head and follow his lead. He tells you to kneel on the ground and await instruction. William unbuckles his belt excitedly, slipping it through the loops.

“Take my pants off and pull my cock out, hunny”.

You do as he says, mouth practically agape as his hard member springs up to his stomach. “Touch it…lick it a little bit”, you hear his voice say from above.

You nod and leave a few kitten licks on his tip, his precum leaking out. You start to lick the entirety of him, touching his base shyly with your hand.

“Good job, you’re doing so good. You can wrap your lips around it”.

You wrap your lips around the tip, looking up at him for reassurance. William runs his fingers through your hair, urging you forward a bit.

You’re now halfway up his cock, already gagging around the unusual intrusion. You begin to bob your head, hallowing your cheeks. William immediately groans at this, pulling your hair a bit. This continues for a few minutes and William’s groans slowly grow louder.

“Alright little one, you can stop for now… we can do that again soon”, William promises.

You nod shyly and stand up, searching for your discarded clothes. “We’re not done yet, don’t you wanna make me feel good?”, William questions as he watches you.

“Y-yeah, I do”.

He smiles and grabs your wrist, guiding you back onto the couch. He pushes you down and you’re lying flat against the couch, waiting for his next move.

He lines his cock up with your entrance looking down at you, “this might hurt a bit but the pain will go away, bunny”.

Your eyes widen as he forces himself inside of your tight walls. You let out a high pitched squeak, surprised by the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Oh Y/n…you’ve got the tightest fucking pussy”, William grunts, thrusting slowly inside of you. Each thrust slowly works the pain away, leaving the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

Your eyes roll back as his pace quickens and you’re sure you’ve already finished around him. Your fingers slide under his shirt, definitely leaving marks for him to discover later. The sensation seems to send him into overdrive as he begins to plow into you at a brutal pace.

“Fuck, gonna shoot my load inside of you…”

Your brows furrow in confusion and pleasure, basking in the feeling. Suddenly William’s thumb presses against your clit, causing your tight walls to contract around his cock. You scream out in absolute pleasure, as you’re completely overtaken by your orgasm. At this William comes to a halt and you feel a warm liquid pool inside of you.

William pulls out of you, his juices slightly spilling out. He pulls his clothes on and scoops you up, bringing you back to his room. You lay limply on his bed, still whimpering from the intense feelings.

He lies next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently. “Don’t worry little one, I’ll take care of you, you’re all mine now”.

#x reader #x reader smut #william afton #matthew lillard #fnaf movie #fnaf #steve raglan #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

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xetswan · 4 months

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By Your Side- Prologue

(Joshua Washington X Reader)

(Until Dawn)

[Prologue] [One] [Two]

“Hey sissy.” Jessica jumps on the end of my bed with a huge grin. I raise a brow, closing my laptop.

“What is it, Jess?” I let out a large sigh causing her to pout out her lip.

“Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with my older sister.” She nudges my calf, scooting closer to me on the bed.

“Right, you haven’t called me sissy in years.” I call her out, to which my little sister scoffs. Shaking her head in disagreement to my statement.

Right now we’ve been home alone, our parents out for some business trip or so they say. They do this every month or two, telling us a business trip came up that they have to go to when in reality we all know it’s just a mini vacation they want to take without feeling guilty. Something they shouldn’t have to feel guilty for.

“Uh, yes I have. Just the other day. Maybe I just want to say it again.” Jessica argues with me and I let out a small chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll keep you to it, sissy.” I mock her, she tries to hide it but she breaks out into a smile as well.

“Okay, fine. I overheard Hannah saying we’re going to the lodge! Did Josh say anything to you about it?” She hops up on her knees, bouncing on my bed a little bit. “It was mentioned but I don’t think I’m going.” I let out a nervous laugh, I watched as her eyes bulged out of the sockets along with her mouth hung wide open.

“You have to go! Mom and dad won’t let me go unless you do.” She grips on my knee shaking me aggressively.

It’s not that I don’t want to go.

It sounds fun as heck but lately Josh has been acting a little more flirtatious with me and I’m not up for an awkward weekend of the group making fun of us. Ever since Thanksgiving he started becoming more flirty with me. I went to his family’s dinner and I don’t know.

I like him, of course I do. Who wouldn’t in my position I just don’t want our friendship to get messed up in the heat of things.

“I.. I don’t know Jessie. I have a lot of homework to catch up on.” I lie, I’m all caught up. I only have three classes so I also have time to work.

“[Name], please. I’ll clean your car whenever you want me to! And your dishes! For a month!” She pleads with me. I bite the tip of my thumb thinking about it. A weekend with friends might get out minds off of things. Josh might not bother me as much as I think he will. I close my eyes.

“Okay,” I breathe out, “okay, I’ll go but please try to make sure the pranks against me are at a minimum. And don’t worry about cleaning my things.” I slouch down a tad bit only to be brought back up by my sister who squeals and hugs me. “I can’t wait for the invitation to make things official!” She lets me go and excitedly leaves my room.

I hear her call Ashley which surprised me. I didn’t expect her to really become friends with Ashley. It’s better than Emily though.

I check my phone that pings a few times, Josh and Chris’s names pop up and I roll my eyes at what they’re saying.

“Partying it up on Mount Washington!!!!!!!!! What you guys think?” Josh using way too many exclamation points.

“I’m in, you know it!” Chris sends with multiple emojis and I snort out a laugh.

“[Name], how about you?” Josh puts a little winky face to which I roll my eyes, a smirk still laid upon my lips though.

“Hm, I don’t know.” I respond back, Chris sends a gasping face emoji in response to my message.

“You’re the life of the party you have to be there:(“ Chris says.

“Is it worth my time though?” I tease them, obviously I already told Jessica I was going. I’m not backing out of my word but it is fun to mess with my boys.

“Oh wowww, can’t believe Miss chugger won’t come to a party… with provided alcohol.” Josh says, my jaw slacks open in shock.

“Hey, Miss chugger is in the past, dead even and she’s not coming back.” I remind him. In high school we of course were bit of partiers.

I was the worst of the worst when it comes to drinking. I’d out drink everyone, chugging disgusting beers, taking shots of pure vodka like it was nothing. Just thinking about those days makes me want to vomit.

“I miss her:(“ Chris comments,

Josh puts the laughing emoji, “me too:(“ I roll my eyes once again.

“Shut up, I’m coming I already told Jessie I would. Miss chugger on the other hand you guys can forget it.” I turn my phone off after I hit send, getting back on my laptop to watching YouTube videos like I was before Jessica rudely came into my room.

“C’mon, sissy, everyone else is already waiting for us!” Jessica dramatically tugs me onto the cable car.

“You’re really sticking with Sissy now?” I scrunch my face, throwing my backpack onto my back since I just had to get my hat out, somehow I forgot how cold it actually was going to be up here. I was currently wearing a little puffer jacket, a pink slightly cropped sweater underneath with low rise jeans.

“Of course, I told you I might want to say it again and I do!” She folds her arms. I shake my head. “Okay, sorry.” I jokingly say.

As the cable car goes up I glance around. Taking in the beauty of it all.

I used to come up here with the Washington’s for the summer sometimes, this also isn’t my first winter up here. I love the Washington’s, they’ve always welcomed me. It was nice to have a place where I didn’t always have to take Jessica with me since she’s my younger sister our parents always expected me to have her tag along.

I love her and all but it’s cool to have my own time too.

“Look, I see them!” She points over to the group who were actually waiting for us. I glance over and they’re waving to us, so we do it back.

Jessica was practically on the edge of her seat excited to get off. As it gets to where we need to be we rush off and get greeted with hugs from our friends. Even if we’ve seen them just days or a few weeks ago.

“It’s nice to see you actually came!” Josh jokes with me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Yeah, it was a tough decision.” I mess with him. Chris gives me a small side hug.

“Ready for the weekend Chugger?” He takes my hat off to which I slap him on the arm.

“Chugger doesn’t exist anymore. Give me that!” I jump up to grab from the blond.

“I think I’ll wear it.” He places it on his head. “Doesn’t this look nice on me, Josh?” Chris turns to our other friends as we all start walking. “Oh man, I’d totally take you to the bone zone if you were a girl.” Josh says and I let out a sort of loud laugh.

“The bone zone? God you are so corny.” I hold my stomach.

“Okay, okay, calm down. It wasn’t that funny.” Josh pats my back. Chris tries to hold back his laughter as well.

“Are we almost there yet, my feet are killer from the work out I did earlier.” Matt speaks up from behind us, we stop and turn.

“Just a little bit always, princess.” Beth replies to him. “Ha-ha, I’m serious. I might’ve did a little too much.” He mainly comments the last part to himself. I then hear Mike and Emily flirting with each other making me want to gag but then I also notice how Hannah was staring at them, well staring at Mike.

We began walking again and I slowed down a little bit.

“Hey, Han.” I nudge her arm. She snaps out of her thoughts looking at me.

“Hey [Name].” She gives a small smile. “You like him?” I whisper, her face suddenly then drops.

“Who told you? Did Josh read my journal or something?” She starts to panic but I shush her, calming her down.

“No, no, I saw the way you were looking at them. Either you like him or it’s Emily which is kind of doubtful considering I didn’t think you swung that way. It’s not a bad thing if you did.” I rambled on a little bit, causing her to snicker shaking her head.

“It’s him, I didn’t think I was that obvious.” She shyly rubs her hands together, most likely trying to give herself warmth.

“It’s probably not, I just enjoy observing people sometimes.” I assure her.

“Oh, okay. Well I’ve actually done some observing myself and it seems like you’re avoiding my brother.” She calls me out, my mouth instantly closing having nothing to say in response to that spot on observance she had.

“What? I haven’t- I’m not avoiding him.” I disagree, glancing up to see Josh, Chris and Matt messing with each other as Mike cheers for god knows what they’re doing. “Right, so you not coming over on the weekends to hang out with Josh after Thanksgiving is you not avoiding him?” She questions me.

“Exactly it’s not.” I try to stay confident with my answer, attempting to keep a straight face but once I look at her we both burst into laughter.

“Fine, fine! I am.” I sigh out, kicking the snow as we walk up the trail. “But why? You guys never have a problem.” She frowns.

“It’s a long story.” I bite my bottom lip thinking about all that’s happened.

“We have some time before we get to the house.” She says, shrugging her shoulders. I glance up ahead again, seeing as everyone was pre-occupied with each other.

“Josh and I sort of got flirty with each other. Your brother was super headstrong with it. I kind of did it back. We kissed a few times on Thanksgiving night and since that night I was scared it would ruin our friendship so I cut back. I gave excuses to not come over.” I let out in a low voice so only she could hear. Hannah smiles at me sweetly.

“I know I’m a jerk for it but it’s just my anxiety taking over I guess.” I stare at the ground.

“You’re not a jerk. That also wasn’t a long story.” She comments, both of us laughing once again. “Just talk with Josh. You never know what could happen.” Hannah nudges me, I do it back to her. Both of us smiling. “Okay, I will.” I stand up straighter.

Once we get to the lodge, Josh opens the door dramatically.

“Finally, warmth!” Sam opens her arms, spinning around as she walks further inside. I watch Beth turn the lights on with a smirk watching Sam. “Very exciting.” I agree, tugging my jacket off, holding it in my arm.

“Party time!” Mike announces earning the rest of us to cheer. Josh, Chris, Ashley and I go get our rooms, well Josh is showing us to ours, I’m the last one too. He turns a familiar corner and I start to fold my arms.

“This is your room, Josh.” I point out. “Nice observation.” He smirks, taking my jacket and back from my hands he places them down with his on a chair that’s up against the wall. I shake my head, chuckling.

“Where’s my actual room that I usually sleep in?” I lean against the doorway.

“Oh c’mon, babe. Just this weekend.” He comes up to me, taking one of my hands. “Just this weekend, what?” I raise a brow, confused but also intrigued. He leads me into the room, sitting me down before going back to close the door.

“I mean we both know how we feel about each other. It’s pretty obvious.” He concludes, not exactly looking me in the eyes. “And how do we feel about each other, Joshua?” I stare up at him. His eyes finally meet mine, and it looks like he melted just from our eye contact.

“Y’know…” He mutters, coming closer. “I don’t.” I tease him, standing up to push him down on the bed so I’m in between his legs this time. His hands find my hips, aggressively he squeezes them, lowly groaning.

“[Name], please, you don’t understand what you do to me.�� He pulls me closer to him, my chest practically in his face. I feel my face warm up, I wasn’t expecting this. My hand drags up his torso to his face, cradling it as I force him to look up at me.

“Let’s try this out.” I whisper. His eyes lighten up, I feel his grip tighten even more.

“What- what do you mean?” He adjusts himself on the bed, I still stare at his face. “Let’s try out the relationship thing,” I begin and a smile erupts on his face.

“But, if this doesn’t work out, we don’t let our friendship get awkward.” I practically am begging with my facial expression. “It will work out.” He pushes me back a little bit so he can stand up. He kisses me gently, first on the lips then trailing down to my jawline.

“We should get going back down before anyone gets suspicious.” I hum out, feeling his lips begin to touch my neck. I try to push on his chest but he’s gripping my sides so tightly like I’ll run away.

“Let them.” He takes a small break only to work on my neck again. “Josh.” I gasp. He snickers, finally stopping. His eyes trail all over my face then to my neck.

“You might want to cover that up.” He taps the spot he was attacking before grabbing his phone from the bed and walking out. My face scrunches up, confused at first but then I rush over to the mirror, I let out a loud gasp.

“Joshua!!” I hold my neck and I hear him let out a laugh. I sigh, going over to the chair with our stuff and dig in it, finding a stupid thin scarf I brought and neatly wrap it to hide the hickey he gave me.

I finally start heading downstairs, joining the rest of the group who were planning out what we’re doing for the weekend.

Later that night Josh and Chris decided to do a drinking game, I sat next to Josh as Chris sat across from us.

Beth and Sam were watching everything go down. “Come on Chugger, you gotta join us.” Chris practically whines, my eyes roll in response. “I told you she’s dead. Now knock it off.” I wave my hand in a swift movement.

“I liked Chugger, she was sexy.” Josh whispered the last part into my ear. I shove him away from me as my face warmed up.

“What was that? Care to share with the class?” Sam speaks up and I felt my eyes widen.

“Chugger, she was a sexy woman back in the day.” Josh announces and my body shrivels down in embarrassment. “She was a careless teenager.” I disagree. “Same thing.” Chris shrugs his shoulders, picking up a beer and beginning to take the first sip.

I watched as the two get shitfaced with Beth and Sam, us three talking about school work or just things going on in our lives.

Sam decides to join the others and I think Hannah went to go write or something, Beth and I are now taking pictures on our phones acting stupid.

Josh and Chris are passed out now.

“I’m glad you decided to come.” Beth smiles at me and I nod, putting my phone down.

“Me too, even if your brother is annoying. I’m still having fun.” I joke, of course forgetting why I have my scarf on I take it off due to me getting hot and my neck starting to sweat.

“He loves you.” Beth mumbles looking over at her drunken brother, laughing. “I don’t know about love but yeah.” I glance over at him, his face smushed on his arm with his mouth wide open.

“Oh my god.” The girl suddenly whispers and I snap my head over to her. “What? What is it?” I look down at myself to see if she accidentally dropped something on me.

“Is that a hickey?” She flicks the spot on my neck, I hiss, slapping her hand away.

“Is that from Josh?” She breaks out into a small laughing fit.

“What- no, it’s- maybe.” I couldn’t find a good excuse okay? Kill me. “That’s hilarious, Matt owes me fifty bucks.” She throws her head back.

“You bet on our love life?” I crossed my arms. “Everyone practically did. Even Chris.” She gets up to start cleaning after Josh and Chris.

I just sit there, in shock from what she just told me.

Beth leaves the room and I go back to sitting beside Josh, laying my head down on his shoulder. He moves around a little bit. “Hm?” He hums and I shush him.

“Sorry, just wanted to be by you.” I whisper. He grumbles a little bit but harshly leans up to put his arm around me, laying his head back down on his other arm. I smile to myself, laying down on my arm, cuddling up next to him. Our legs now sort of entangled together. I didn’t drink or anything but the tiredness of traveling finally hit me.

I don’t even know how much time has passed but that was until I heard the ending of a conversation.

“Just because he’s class Prez doesn’t mean he belongs to everyone… Mike is my man.” I hear Emily say as they leave the kitchen.

“Hey, Em. I’m not anybody’s man.”

“Whatever you say, Darling!” She sings. I lift my head up for a second but then shrug, going back to sleep, I hear someone walk in but I just ignore it.

Thinking I was going to get to fall asleep for longer I instead get Beth walking in to continue cleaning up, I still let Josh hold onto me but I sit my head up to watch her.

“Hey did you see that? Dad said it’d just be us this weekend.” She turns to us but sees the two boys still passed out.

“Josh?”

“He’s been passed out, love. I don’t think you’ll be waking him up anytime soon.” I give her a sad face.

“But what did you see?” I ask. “I thought I saw someone outside. I swear I did.” She frowns, glancing at the window again but she heads over to the counter.

She picks up a bottle that’s in front of us and empty by the way. It’s an older scotch, Jeremiah Cragg.

“Jeez, Josh… Once again brother you outdone us all. She pats the arm that he has around me and I tiredly laugh. I then watch her spin a paper around, picking it up to read it.

“Oh my god. What did our naive sister get herself into now?” Beth turns to us and I raise a brow. “What?” I ask. “Here.” She hands me the paper and I read it. I close my eyes letting out a long breath.

“I think they found out about Hannah’s feelings. This has to be a prank.” I gently pull Josh’s arm off of me and I stand up, placing the paper down and they we look outside to see Hannah crying, running past the window.

“Oh my god.” I gasp.

“Wake Josh I’ll go to the others, I hope that wasn’t Hannah.” She runs outside, I nod. Going over to the passed out drunk. I overhear the others yelling outside for Hannah and then hear Beth run after her sister.

“Josh, Joshua, hun.” I push his body. His snore becomes a little louder and I bite my bottom lip. “Babe, c’mon wake up, Beth and Hannah ran outside.” I say a little loud, shaking him more aggressively.

“What?” He becomes more awake.

“They what?” He lifts his head up.

“The others played a prank on Hannah, I’m guessing it was bad because she ran outside and Beth followed from what I heard.” I tell him, now he’s more alert and he drunkenly stood up. He stumbles a bit so I run over and get him a water.

“Here, drink and let’s go.” I tell him. Suddenly when we saw the group he sobers up.

“What the hell did you guys do!?” Josh angrily shouts, he was holding my hand for support.

“It was just a prank, Josh, we didn’t mean for it to upset her like that.” Emily steps forward and I glare at her. Then at Mike, then to Jessica.

“Especially you, Jessica.” I point a finger at her, her head goes down.

“I can’t believe you guys would do something so stupid like that.” I shake my head, disappointed.

“I tried to warn her, I was too late.” Sam tells me and I smile weakly. “Let’s just hope they come back soon.” I frown.

Soon never came though.

After thirty minutes Josh began to panic and I woke Chris up. Catching him up with everything as we decided to go look for the two sisters.

I called the police and mountain patrol but we never found them.

For months we did search parties, I stayed by Josh’s side, knowing it’s a tough time for him. I barely passed two semesters as I was always with him trying to help.

I didn’t mind it though. I wanted to make sure he was okay. I knew he wasn’t. His parents were rough on him, telling him it was his fault since he was drunk.

It wasn’t his fault. It was our stupid friends fault for playing that dirty prank on Hannah the way they did.

It’s about a year now and no one has even seen a sign of them…

It’s horrible.

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