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Dance With Me? [Part 1] (Once Upon a December) ~William Afton/Steve Raglan x F! Reader~

~Oh yes, this one is seperated into parts as I have many, many plans. Sorry it is a weird length, I've been typing it up on my phone when I can.~

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CW: Slight angst, stalking, mentions of violence and blood, attempted sexual assault

Your journeys home had held a little more reverence since you had met William. Or at least, somewhat more offically met him.

It had become a sort of game between you, glancing at darkened glass to try and catch a glimpse of him. Occasionally spotting a hand that waved at you, or perhaps a heart drawn in the frost with 'W' signed next to it. You'd left a pair of headphones attached to an old CD player on a park bench when you knew he was following you, and the next day he had left it there for you with another song added to the list.

It was your favourite thing to listen to once there were a few more songs on there.

"Hey William." You spoke softly, quietly to the wind and the dark as you knew he would be listening to you. There had barely been any snow since the night he held you, so you knew he would be walking perhaps more naturally.

"Hey, bunny." He greeted, the warmth in his voice making you shiver. Sometimes William chose not to reply as he listened to you talk about your work day, but he knew that you'd been rushed around the office and were stressed out, figuring that you wanted to rant to him about the latest client, or how one of your colleagues stole the last coffee packet.

"Can I..I hold your hand again?" You ask, keeping your eyes forwards and down on the path in front of you. Arm reaching back uncomfortably, fingers slightly splayed as if to invite his to lace between yours.

William felt himself caught by surprise, as he had so many times since you brought up the courage to speak to him that first night. He spent many hours scouring for songs to put onto your CD whilst he should have been working. The feeling of your soft lips against his oh-so-briefly and gently played over and over again as he laid in his bed, the sheets messed up and tangled around his thick, long legs as he tossed and turned, wishing you could have your back against his chest just like that night.

Only this time he would be able to keep you warm.

Pushing forwards, he laced his rough fingers inbetween yours. Heart thumping in his chest as he smiled, feeling the coldness of your fingers pressing into his skin as he laced them together.

Walking slightly behind you still, your head turned automatically to look at him, but he used his free hand to grab the back of your head and keep it forwards. Leaving him slightly uncomfortably twisted around, but chuckling as he leaned forwards to breathe over your ear.

"Naughty, santa won't bring you any gifts if you keep that up." He teased, making you giggle as he held the back of your head. To anybody else it might look he was forcing you, but only you could feel the way his fingers moved into your hair lightly, hear the wavering breath as he spoke to you. The way he cupped the base of your skull so gently and made sure each fingertip had even pressure behind them as to not hurt you.

"Well I have precisely one thing on my list this year." You laughed, feeling a tender kiss on the side of your head as he squeezed your hand softly.

"Oh? Why don't you tell me?"

"No no, this isn't how this is going to work. You're my stalker afterall, you should know what it is by now." You chastised lightly, blushing as he kissed your head and hearing the taller man sigh slightly as he let go of your head and your hand, stepping back into place behind you.

"I almost wish I could go back to just being your shadow. You're far more demanding and annoying in person, you've ruined my stalker's fantasy." William laughed, almost hearing you roll your eyes as a snort escaped.

"Oh really? I can ignore you if you prefer." Shrieking with laughter as he wrapped his arms around you and spun, your eyes automatically shutting to stop yourself getting sick from the motion before he placed you down again. Kissing the top of your head.

"Hmm, whatever shall I do with you, bunny? I guess I'll have to find out what you want a different way." With a final squeeze, he stepped back, disapearing into the dark whilst keeping an eye on you, forming a plan in his head whilst unknowingly setting one in motion in yours.

"You're wearing that coat again." Your colleague commented, raising a thin, manicured eyebrow as she nodded towards the oversized coat that had been given to you by William. It seemed to make him happy when you wore it, so you made all the more effort to do so.

"What? It's comfy and warm. Plus, I just took it out of the dryer this morning so it was extra toasty!" It wasn't a lie, you had taken it out of the dryer that morning as you had washed it again the night before, realising that there had been blood stains hidden by the thickness of it on your smaller frame.

"Is it your mystery man's? You'll have to introduce him to the office sometime! We don't even know his name!" She wriggled her eyebrows at you and you couldn't help the eyeroll that followed shortly after. Turning back to your coffee and finishing folding the last little envelope on your desk.

Your plan was being set in motion.

When William had given you his coat, your hands had found their way into the pockets naturally and had curled around a little piece of paper. Opening it in the safety of your home had made you gasp and raise an eyebrow slightly.

The paper was a receipt from your office supply, one that you recognised as being taped to the front of the boxes that came in with new shipments of folders and papers. You'd all been trained to keep the last shipment paper to reference the order numbers for the next shipment, but it had inadvertantly been a blessing for you and brought you one step closer to William.

It all formed part of your plan.

Picking up each envelope and carefully carrying them, you held them lightly, smiling as you began to hand out Christmas cards to your colleagues through the office. It was generally quite nice to see their faces light up, happy to get a card that when they opened them had a nice, warm message of cheer. Stopping by to chat with each person briefly and giving them verbal well wishes also.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you too!"

"Happy Holidays!"

"I know you don't celebrate Christmas, but please accept this card and seasons well wishes!"

Steve Raglan was the last card on your pile, voice slightly hoarse from keeping up the peppy, happy tones through all the well wishes and joyous conversations that you wished you could rather avoid and curl up with a good book at home. But it needed to be done, and it helped you keep your plan in motion.

Knocking lightly on his door, you heard the gravelly voice speak softly before you heard the sound of his chair scraping back and heavy footsteps, the door opening to reveal a slightly dishevelled Steve. The glasses that normally remained so high on his face at the end of his nose, neatly combed hair a mess as if he'd been running his fingers through it. The top button of his yellow plaid shirt undone and exposing a touch of dark hair on his chest. He looked handsome, and you felt a little pang of guilt that you were admiring him when you had already started to give your heart to William.

"Are you alright, Steve? You look...tired." you settled on tired, not thinking that 'fucked' was an appropriate way to describe him in the office. He raised a thick eyebrow before taking in his own state, as if noticing it for the first time.

"Oh, yeah I um...I stayed last night to get some client bits sorted. I think I slept in my office chair." His large hand reached up and rubbed at his eyes, disturbing his glasses and letting his silvery eyes close for a moment. You frowned as he really did look tired, reaching out and gently brushing your fingers against his upper arm with a reassuring, but concerned, smile.

"Well, if you need somebody to walk you home, please just say and I'll walk with you. You do need sleep afterall. It's Christmas and you should be at home as it is." Shaking your head slightly, Steve chuckled and made you look up. A soft lopsided smile gracing his face as he ran his fingers through his hair, your eyes flickering to his fingers for a moment and seemingly lost in thought as he replied.

"Says you, little miss. You're younger than me, and I've heard the gossip about your mysterious boyfriend, you should be with him. Not a bunch of old fuddy-duddies like me." Chuckling again as your cheeks flooded with heat. Sure he could see your blush on your face as your eyes snapped to his momentarily before shyly looking away. "Is that his coat?"

"Yeah, he um...he let me borrow it. And you're not old, sir! You're as spry as the rest of us, infact, probably more so, you have more energy than anybody I know." Giggling and watching his smile widen slightly as he looked down at you. Eyes crinkling up slightly before he reached behind the door and grabbed his coat, a long, heavy black trenchcoat with a purple lining that caught you a little off guard.

"Well, in celebration of the season, and me being not-old, and you having good things happening. How about I drive you home before I drive myself back? I worry about you, walking home all alone at night."

It seemed like Steve was not taking 'no' for an answer, so you nodded and placed your hands deep into your pockets as he locked up and headed out. The card in your hand partly forgotten as he walked through the offices and out into the cold, snow barely starting to fall again and leaving a pang of concern in your chest. Would William be okay if you didn't walk home?

Steve on the other hand, was delighted for the opportunity, hiding the wide smile from his face, he cleared his throat to compose himself as he unlocked the lovingly kept muscle car, the sleek black paint well polished and cared for as he opened the door for you like a gentleman.

Slipping inside and onto the cream leather, you took the chance to look around his car before Steve slid in. Smiling at you warmly before looking at the steering wheel, brow furrowed and then laughing.

"I had no idea where I was planning on going, but I think I may need directions to your house." He laughed, making you smile as you saw the crinkle around his eyes and the way they lit up closely for the first time. His salt and pepper hair catching the light and making you think how you wouldn't mind if William had such handsome features.

"No worries! Maybe you were just on auto-pilot?" You suggested, earning a shake from the man and watching him roll his eyes at himself before you gave the first direction, pulling out of the parking lot slowly due to the potential ice and newly laying snow.

The slow speed certainly helped your plan, allowing you to shuffle and settle into your seat before you turned to observe the older man.

"So, what do you want for Christmas, Steve?" You asked, making the man hum for a moment as he briefly turned his head towards you, brow knotted in concentration and licking his lip before one hand found its way into his hair and settled there for a moment.

"Honestly? I barely know anymore. Maybe like...A nice warm scarf. Almost Muppets Christmas Carol style." He smiled as you giggled at his response, shaking your head slightly, opening your mouth to speak, but being beaten to the punch by Steve as he glanced at you with a sly grin. "And what about you?"

"God now you're asking! You know, there has been one thing on my Christmas list since I was a kid," you didn't know why you felt so comfortable opening up to Steve, though you had your suspicions. Cheeks heating up as you looked down at your shoes. "I always wanted one of those silly Spring-Bonnie plushes. I loved 'Freddy and Friends', the old show, growing up and I remember the ad for the Spring-Bonnie plush most of all."

Steve was silent as you continued the slow drive to your house, lost in thought and focusing on the road ahead before he finally pulled in front of it. The windows dark and blank, making him frown as he wondered if you hadn't put up your decorations yet.

"Oh, and for somebody to do my damn decorations, I suppose. The lights always get tangled." Laughing softly and earning a smile from the older man before he reassuringly reached out and patted your hand assuringly.

"Well, if you're a good girl, you'll have to see what Santa brings." He teased, making your cheeks heat up more and avert your eyes from his silver ones. The words sent a pleasant shiver up your spine, the feeling of his rough fingertips against the back of your hand all too familiar and dissimilar at the same time.

"Thanks for the ride home." Stepping out of the car and pausing as you reached into your pocket, pulling out the neat card and presenting it to him, watching his hesitation before a soft, lopsided smile grew on his face and he almost cradled the small object in his large palm. "Don't open it until Christmas okay!"

"I promise little lady, now get inside before you freeze!" Laughing and playfully shooing you as he watched you hurry to your door. Trying to keep his composure as your soft perfume lingered in his car, so close to him once again. Once you were safely inside, a wide grin split his face as he drove off, practically buzzing with excitement that he knew the perfect gift to get his precious little thing.

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