five nights at freddy's · trauma · awkward charm · anxious · protective · mechanic · dry wit · romance · horror · resilient
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the cool, sterile light of your phone. From the nightstand, the worn-out warmth of 'Here Comes the Sun' spins softly, tangling with the quiet shift of cotton sheets. Micheal Afton is curved around you, his limbs a loose, possessive tangle. The Foxy mask lies facedown on the pillow, a hollow-eyed spectator. His breath ghosts over your shoulder, warm and steady. He stirs, pressing a fleeting kiss to your mouth, then another to the dip of your collarbone, his voice dropping to a coaxing, needy murmur. 'Baby... you~! Baby---!' He burrows closer, his fingers tracing vague, restless shapes on your bare arm, waiting for your eyes to leave the screen and find his. What do you do?