Omg angst?! Jokes, there's smut 🥰 and drinking.

Y/N's POV:

September 3rd 1993.

"Jesus Christ you're so clingy."

I snuggled into Michael's arms further, burying my head underneath his chin. His body vibrated underneath me from laughter, making me smile.

"You don't realise how much danger you put yourself in yesterday Michael Afton." I murmured, breathing in Michael's fresh, sweet scent. He used to absolutely stink on alcohol and cigarettes and now I could just sniff him all day. "I thought you were going to die."

Another raspy chuckle left Michael's mouth, and with the same delicious tasting mouth, he leaned down and kissed my temple. "It's six hours of complete boredom, I promise you. You had no excuse to bombard me with calls every hour."

"Yes I did, and I don't regret it." I sighed, opening my eyes and looking up at Michael. I don't think he noticed that I literally spent the entire night physically unable to sleep, I was twisting and turning, my stomach rumbling in agony because I was too busy worrying whether his father killed him or an animatronic did something or he started a fire-

"My phone was ringing every five seconds Y/N." Michael laughed, stroking my hair gently with one hand as he handled a note in the other. We were currently at Henry's house, searching through his boxes of work stuff to get any answers we needed for any murders, past restaurants and mainly: Elizabeth's disappearance in '86. I'm sure that's what he would've wished us to do, that's probably why he let Michael inherit his home and car after his death. He probably wanted us to find out and put an end to everything. "I know you love me but didn't expect you to love me that much."

I scoffed, lifting my head and giving Michael the finger. "Of course I love you dumbass, or else I wouldn't be lying on your chest complaining about how you didn't answer one of my calls, which however, gave me a heart attack."

Michael chuckled again, leaning down and pressing his lips against my hair. "You've been lying on me for ages, I think it's time you get off. You're acting like a five year old."

"Who cares." I muttered, proceeding to try stuff my head into Michael's shirt but failing. "I'm not gonna marry a man who can't handle my weight."

"Oh? You want to marry me huh?" Michael asked with another of his hearty chuckles. "I think I'll leave the ring to you then."

"Shut up you submissive asshole, you keep trying to change the subject." I complained with another deep sigh. Michael pushed me slightly and I almost rolled onto the floor from the couch. He laughed at me as he replaced me with a box on his lap, searching through the various items with a huge smirk.

"I'm about to slap that smugness straight off your face." I grumbled, trying my best to hide my grin as I leaned back in the couch.

Henry's living room used to be so homely, so full of life. Starting at the orangey-red couch of his, leading all the way to the several photographs standing all over the place with him and Charlie on them. Now it was empty; cold, dull and empty. I didn't like that Michael was probably going to have to sell this place, especially that no one lives here anymore and that he isn't planning to stay either. I remember several sleepovers I had here with Michael, all those crazy, fun memories that I wanted to live in again. I wanted to live like all my mistakes meant nothing, just like it did back then.

"Not gonna lie, if you slapped me, I would thank you for it." Michael responded, giving me a teasing nudge as he rummaged through the box of whatever shit was in there. I leaned my head on his shoulder, peering over to see what he was doing.

"What's that?" I pointed out, my gaze catching on a blueprint Michael was now holding. He shrugged, humming quietly to himself.

"It looks like blueprints, from Henry's old creations and stuff." Michael sighed, glancing over several drawings of different animatronics. The oldest ones; Fredbear and Springbonnie on a yellowish, crinkled up piece of paper while all the latest ones were obviously printed off computer on fresh, silky blue sheets of paper. He had found an entire pile of all kinds of papers to do with animatronics. A lot of them having a... disturbing way of being made. "Bloody hell, why is there so many?"

I giggled, grabbing one of the blueprints myself. It was a scrunched up sheet of dull paper from the early eighties; it was the blueprints to the first animatronics of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I glanced over all the four precisely drawn designs: Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. They looked scarier on paper to be honest... at least the colour gave them some life in person.

"Eesh, Chica looks like she had been eaten alive. I think she had a bit too many cupcakes." I groaned, tossing away the drawing and peering over another one. "God damn, your dad was wild with these drawings."

The blueprint I has picked up was obviously for one of animatronics at Circus Baby's Pizza World, and since I hadn't seen them in person: this was a bit of a shock.

"Oh, her name is Ballora." Mike spoke up with a weak smile, pointing at the blueprint. It was a detailed design of a female ballerina, wearing a graceful blue tutu with an absolutely perfect body. Maybe too perfect almost, I think William had too much fun drawing that. "She creeps me out to be honest, she's always playing this tune and I hate listening to it. I literally have to shut her up by zapping her."

"Is she the only animatronic?" I questioned quietly, searching through other blueprints and notice a more bulky robot design on one of them. It had a huge, shaky header: Circus Baby. "Ooh, she's pretty... is this the one Liz talked about?"

Michael took a deep breath and nodded. "There's a whole line of robots there, robot after robot after robot. Goodness, who the hell gave my dad the money to go build seven foot animatronics with big tits?"

I shoved him with a frown, making him almost drop the cardboard box. "Don't say that, before I dump your ass back at work and I simply go back to St. George."

"Says the one that almost threw up because she was too nervous." Michael laughed mockingly, nudging me lightly again. I shoved him again, this time more harsher so that the box flew off his lap and onto the floor.

"I was already nauseous! I haven't been feeling great lately either you know." I exclaimed with a pout, crossing my arms and crawling further into couch. "Kinda feel ill right now actually, even if you're right beside me."

Michael reached over and stuffed his hand up my shirt, gently massaging my stomach while reading over some document. "I'm not going anywhere, I can get you some water if you want?"

"That would be handy actually, thanks." I exhaled heavily, adjusting my head on the back of the frame. Mike gave me a slightly concerned look before getting up and rushing to the kitchen. Twenty seconds later he returned with a glass of water and a grin plastered across his face.

"I think whatever I had was a sick bug because now you're sick." Michael chuckled, sitting beside me and handing me the glass: which I drained down in under a minute. "Can you still get off work?"

I shrugged, chucking the glass onto the coffee table. "Maybe, but that's only if I'm like sick sick. This is just a bit of nausea, as you said; from anxiousness."

Michael sighed heavily, rubbing my thigh gently. "If gets too bad then you might wanna get it checked out, you realise I'm taking meds because of it right?"

"No, that's because you have issues." I gasped. "Wait a minute, you- you went to the doctor the other day, did you tell him anything?"

Mike blew a raspberry. "Of course not, you think anyone would believe me? My father's a serial killer!" He laughed mockingly, clutching his stomach and almost rolling onto the floor.

I sighed softly, grabbing another sheet of paper. It was another document, Henry's and William's scribbly signatures at the bottom of the page. It was a confirmation letter for opening of Circus Baby's Pizza World, dated just a few days before Michael's birthday.

"It's weird how everything is connected to your birthday." I spoke up while scratching my head. Michael furrowed his brows and snatched the document from my hand, scanning over it.

"Huh, it really is. No wonder everything keeps going down somewhere around my birthday." He murmured, bringing his hand around me again and pulling me to his side. "Elizabeth's last letter was actually around that wasn't it? I was waiting for her to send me a birthday letter but I never received it."

I looked up to Michael and his eyes were glossy again, swollen and red as he skimmed through multiple documents at once. I hated seeing him like that, I was already stressed about him enough.

We eventually got bored since we couldn't find much at Henry's, thinking that probably any evidence that could be useful would be at Michael's place. But no way we were going back there, too many traumatic memories.

"Everything's probably back at my place." Michael sighed, locking the front door to Henry's two-story house. "But I don't want to to back there, I don't know if my dad is there or not."

"Did you not see him when applying for your job?" I asked softly, joining with Mike's hand as we walked off, abandoning the home. "He's like, the manager of all this."

"Some other colleague took me in, mainly because I work the night shift and there's a separate guard for that." Mike shrugged, squeezing my hand gently. "Let's just... stop talking about that for now, come on, let's go."

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Walking through Hurricane was both a scary and somewhat calming experience, I just made sure I was holding Michael's hand and not some tree while running away from a murderer.

"I missed being able to walk around and do anything we want." I sighed, entwining our elbows and pressing my cheek against Michael's shoulder.

Mike laughed, tapping me lightly on my arm. "I wish we got more time to be together; everything ended so quickly..."

"I already feel bad enough Mike." I chuckled, shivering slightly. The breeze was fairly cool, hitting my back roughly every so often. "The past just seems to keep coming back to us."

Michael pulled apart our arms and wrapped it around my shoulder, his warmth radiating onto me. "The past doesn't matter anymore, we've got through it and we're living, even if we're both going through shit right now." His laugh caught onto me and I was grinning like a dumb teenager again, giggling as we walked through the dull, quiet streets.

We both went to eat out, distracting each other from stress and shit. I pushed my nausea out the way and enjoyed myself with a small amount of tequila and burgers. Even if I knew Mike couldn't take alcohol if he wanted to stay up most the night, he still chugged down a couple beer cans.

We found ourselves at a rusty arcade, playing all the new games our teenage-selves would of dreamed to see and try out. Like the pro I weirdly am, I beat Michael in Mortal Kombat.

And before I knew it I was skipping down the street, giggling loudly as I struggled to stay on my feet. Michael helped me through his own laughter, carrying my purse and keys and tossing them in the passenger seat of his car.

I didn't exactly expect myself to sit on Michael's lap in the driver's seat instead of passing out in the back, and I didn't expect for my lips to move on my own and attack Michael's hungrily, completely unbothered that we could of been seen by the public. Fuck that, it was dark and late; no one was probably out anyway.

"Goodness Y/N, we can't do this now." Mike grunted, squeezing my waist gently as I started to rock my hips against his. That liquor was doing crazy shit to me, I really couldn't help myself.

Our lips kept moulding together, melting into each other's tastes. My tongue fought with his, searching through the inside of his cheeks like it was my little home. Once again I was tugging and pulling at Michael's hair. I don't know why but it was so fun to play with, I wanted to know how he managed to keep those beautiful locks so soft and addictive to touch.

"Y/N..." Michael panted in between kisses, smiling stupidly at me as I slowly drifted my lips down his jaw, smirking as I peppered his throat in tender kisses. His grip tightened around me and, just for fun, I let out a soft moan against his neck: receiving another grunt in response. "I have work in a couple hours... not to mention we're in a car."

"Sex doesn't take two hours. You don't even want to go inside, plus, wouldn't it be weird if we did it in Henry's bed?" I laughed, letting my hands roam Michael's chest; my fingers coming to the buttons of his flannel and slowly undoing them. "I like the car, especially when it gives me the opportunity to sit on you."

"You can sit on me in-" Another shaky groan as I let my teeth sink into his neck gently, sucking and licking at the spot until I'm certain I've left a mark. I giggled against his collarbone, now handling the zip of his jeans and pulling them down his thighs. I shuffled a bit further up, carefully grinding right over his bulge; letting my lips reconnect with his. "Y/N... you're wasted... can't you wait until we get home?"

"No, I can't." I giggled, laughing at my own voice cracks. I lifted myself for a moment just to pull down my own skirt and panties. Michael's boxers had already disappeared in that time, his cock standing up and prepared to enter me like I was some portal or something. I lined myself up with him, groaning softly as I pushed down on his shaft; feeling weirdly full in that position.

Michael must of noticed my pain but pleasured expression, because he stroked my hair gently, gazing at me in concern: "You okay? Does it hurt? You can stop if you want."

I shook my head quickly, gripping Michael's shoulders as I rocked myself on him; already panting heavily and biting back my moans. "No- it... feels really good..."

Michael shifted in the seat a bit, grunting and groaning whenever I grinded on him a bit harshly. I loved how he didn't keep back his own noises, not to mention the occasional whimper that left his lips.

"Y/N... we don't have-" I interrupted him with a kiss, sighing against his mouth as I rode him harder and harder; on the search for my orgasm. I didn't care what he was about to say, I couldn't careless about anything around us actually. It was as if everything had disappeared, it was just us, fucking in the front seat like two animals. Yet it still felt so amazingly loving. His hands went up my shirt and I threw my head back, breathing erratically and letting the roof of the car catch all my moans.

God I adored how he worked his hands at my thighs, my waist, my breasts, then straight down to my clit. The second he touched it, an explosion of pleasure erupted in me even more and I cried out uncontrollably. My arms wrapped around Michael's neck unconsciously and I was kissing at all the hickeys I had marked him with. Those raspy, occasional groans and whimpers that broke out of his mouth were to die for.

I felt his nails digging into my back and I knew immediately he was close. "Y/N, oh g-god... how the hell are so beautiful like this?"

I giggled breathlessly. "Says you pretty boy."

My walls tightened around his throbbing cock and my legs convulsed with pleasure, my core clenching then suddenly releasing as if I was a volcano exploding; finally relieving all that tension.

I heard my name being called out against my collarbone and I quickly jumped off him, watching as Michael came all over my inner thighs with a loud, breathless groan.

We were a panting mess, my core was spasming like hell, my legs felt limp and heavy but I couldn't help but laugh. I dug my head into the crook of Michael's neck and let his hand play around with my hair, his opposite hand gently rubbing my back.

"Do you really have to go work?" I whined, shifting a bit in Michael's lap so that his little friend wasn't poking my thighs. "I want you to stay."

"You have work as well love." Michael chuckled breathlessly, letting my head fall to his chest. He was so gentle, so caring; I refused to believe that he used to be some playboy. "As much as I love holding you like this, you're gonna have to let me clean up."

"Noo..." I pouted, giggling. "Don't go, not yet. You're really warm."

Michael sighed heavily, shaking his head with another soft laugh. His expression changed dramatically however, now he looked concerned again: "Y/N... we didn't use protection, are you... okay with that?"

I shrugged, pulling away slowly and trailing my fingers over Michael's fresh lovebites; which of course he winced at, making me grin. "It's fine... I think I'm on the pill."

"You think?" He laughed, making both of our bodies vibrate. He then kissed me lovingly again, gawking at me with that gaze I couldn't pull away from.

I scratched my head with a laugh. "I should be-" I frowned, rethinking everything. I was on the pill, right? If I wasn't, I was doomed. "Oh wait, maybe not... I- uh..."

Michael chuckled and gently rubbed my thighs, somehow soothing them and making me once again melt into his embrace. "You're tired, you need rest. I think I'll have to drive you back to St. George myself."

"But that's a half hour drive..." I whined again like a child, squirming a bit and knocking a grunt out of Michael. "Plus, that means you're leaving me."

"Never would I leave you." Michael caressed my cheeks and lay a gentle yet passionate kiss on my lips again. "Just one shift, I'll call you every hour like you want me to, and I'll come back the second I find anything."

I nodded slowly, my eyes drooping a bit. I didn't bother to respond, I didn't even care that I felt Michael's hands put my underwear and skirt back on carefully. I was practically asleep by the time I was being lifted into the backseat of the car, the sound of the engine rumbling being the only thing I heard when everything drifted away.

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