#William afton fluff

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𝒢ℴℴ𝒹 𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

Y’all tell me why someone was hating on me saying that I shouldn’t be writing about him. It’s fictional 😩 anyways look at my snookums, he’s so silly and I wanna hug him. No warnings just a fluffy blurb

You and William had gotten married not too long ago, just a couple years ago.

You pulled out a mug, and made his coffee before he woke up. At least you thought he was asleep.

He hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you glanced behind with a small smile.

“Good morning. Thought you were asleep.”

“Well, I was. Then I got up, cause I gotta get to work. And now I’m hugging my wife.” He buried his head in your shoulder.

You could never get tired of that title, it made you smile and turn around, handing him the coffee.

“Well then, you should get ready.”

“Mmm.” He took a sip and grabbed the bagel you also made him. “This is me getting ready.” He said, talking with his mouth full.

“Gross. Talk with your mouth closed.” You rolled your eyes, smiling and watching him wink at you before entering the room and getting his stuff.

“Bye. I love you.” He gave you a kiss before leaving.

“Love you!” You yelled, as he closed the door.

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Part 2

Hello hello! Welcome back to part 2 of my fully self indulgent delusion! This is a very fluffy chapter, we get a little peek inside reader and William's day to day life while they start unpacking! Thank you all so much for the support and the comments and the reblogs and the likes, all of it! I'm grateful every single one of you is here! If you would like to be added to the tag list please don't hesitate to let me know! I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading!!

WARNINGS: None

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 4,168

Part 1 - Part 3

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You stretched as you sat up in bed, smiling as you caught sight of the tall pines that seemed to stretch on endlessly outside your window. You looked around for William, feeling his side of the bed was cold, you knew he had been up for a while. You grabbed the sweatshirt you had been wearing the night before from where it had ended up on the floor. You smile as the smell of motor oil and your husband's cologne fills your nose, the warm, worn fabric of his college sweatshirt pooling around your waist. You wrap your arms tightly around your body, your hands fully swallowed by the sweatshirt’s sleeves as your bare feet padded across the floor. You scrunched up your nose, rubbing the bottom of your foot off on the side of your leg as you stepped in a pile of dirt, making a comment about how you'd have to vacuum later. You wandered into the kitchen when you heard William’s voice, finding him twisting the phone’s chord around his finger as he chatted idly. He smiles at the sight of you sleepily stumbling up to him. You couldn't stop your eyes from raking over his body; his fleece pajama pants sitting low on his hips, his salt and pepper chest hair carpeting his chest before gradually thinning out to the happy trail that was cut off by his clothing. “Woof.” You grumble, causing him to chuckle. He places a hand over the receiver and gives you a playful, warning look.

“Behave.” He whispers with a wink. You look around the kitchen, a few stray bags of groceries littered the counter in various stages of being put away, a moving box labeled ‘pans’ in William’s big blocky script. “Yeah, we were planning on swinging by later.” From that statement alone you knew he was talking to Henry. You slide your arms around his torso, his free arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders as he draws you in closer. “No, I'm not trying to sneak in so I can work.” William groans in an unamused tone. The two make a few more remarks to each other before he hangs up. “Well good morning.” His voice becomes noticeably more chipper as he greets you.

“I had to wake up all alone, without my husband in bed next to me.” You close your eyes and look away from him with a soft “hmph”, a kiss getting pressed to your forehead to try and alleviate your mock annoyance.

“Oh, my poor girl. Look at you, about to whiter away from lack of attention.” He shoots back a fake pout. “How about you and I go take a shower and I'll take you out for breakfast, would that make up for it?”

You hum as you ponder over his offer, “I think I can work with that.” You giggle as he stops down to rest his forehead against yours, peppering your face in kisses. The bags on the counter catch your eye again. “When did you go grocery shopping?” He sighs at your question.

“Well, I was supposed to have breakfast ready for when you got up.” He scoops you up in his arms without missing a beat, walking around and holding you close to him was second nature at this point he did it so often. “But, Henry called, and you know who that goes.” You nod with a small laugh. “So, why not use the opportunity to take my girl out to breakfast?” He smiles warmly at you, your heart still flutters in your chest even after almost a decade of seeing that smile. He sets your down at the top of the stairs, your hand instinctively reaching out to take his as you ambled down the hall towards your master bathroom.

“Can we go to that place I like?” William can't help but smile at your vague question.

“The one with the shitty coffee and the good pancakes or the one that makes those fancy omelets? He asks in an attempt to clarify.

“The one with the shitty coffee and good pancakes.” You decide with a nod. William internally remarked how cute he thought it was when you swore. Chuckling to himself when he thought back to the time someone had rear-ended his car. The two of you had been driving back from dinner at Henry’s house, both of you laughing as you recounted your favorite moments from the evening. The light had changed a lot quicker than William was expecting as you pulled up to an intersection, making you rock slightly in your seat as he hit the brakes a little harder than normal. You both let out a shocked sound as the car suddenly gets shoved forward. Before William could even fully process what had happened your seatbelt was off and you were flying out of the passenger seat.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your voice grows deeper as rage bubbles up in your chest. “Are you fucking blind or just fucking stupid?” William’s eyes widen as he listens to the expletives fall from your lips with ease. Finally unclicking his own seatbelt and stepping out. You had powered up to the guy that rear-ended the car. A finger jabbing into his chest and pointing at the bumper, your voice unwaveringly stern as you ripped this man a new one. If he was being honest, he found this side of you pretty damn hot. Your whole expression softened as your eyes landed on him. “Honey, are you okay?” You practically shoved the man out of the way to get over to him. You immediately began fussing over him, asking if he had hit his head and checking him for seatbelt burns.

“I'm alright, bunny.” He pulls you against him, you finally allow yourself a moment to take a deep breath. “Why don't you go sit in the car and calm down? I'll handle this baby, don't worry.” He's snapped from the memory as your lips brushing over the back of his hand. “Sparky’s it is.” He smiles down at you. You helped William open up a few boxes, trying your best to dig out everything you would need to shower. “It has to get unpacked anyways, right?” He would remark with a pat on your head at the sound of your annoyed sighs. You sat on the floor organizing under the sink, William stood in the shower, securing the custom shelves he had built for you into place. He hummed as he worked, the corners of your lips quirking up in a smile as you recognized the song you had your first dance to at your wedding. You glance up at him, William giving you his trademark lopsided grin as his eyes lock with yours.

“So this is love.” The light, melodic sound of your voice floats through the room.

“So this is what makes life divine.” He joins you softly, his voice gravelly and slightly flat as he continues the next line.

“I'm all aglow.” He decides to continue with the humming, punctuating your lines. He steps out of the shower, taking your hand and giving you a slow spin before his arm wraps around your waist. You swayed in time to your singing, looking just as in love with you now as he did on your wedding night. His lips press to yours as he dips you backwards, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“I swear you look more beautiful every day.” He whispers. You lightly slap his chest, trying to hide the blush that has taken over your cheeks. The two of you finished setting up what you needed in the bathroom relatively quickly, you broke down the empty boxes while William got the shower started. He groans as the hot water hits his back, stretching his tired muscles.

“Wet your hair.” You command him softly as you step in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking at you playfully. “I'm sorry, what was that bunny?”

“Wet your hair.” You repeat a little louder, trying your best to appear confident despite the fact you wanted to melt under his gaze. “It’s my turn to take care of you.” He rests his hands on your waist, obliging your little request. You work the shampoo into his hair, earning a soft groan from him as you lightly scratch his scalp. “You always take such good care of me, you have to let me return the favor sometimes.” You smile up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his chest.

“But you're my little lady-” you cut him off before he even had the chance to argue. You have heard his reasoning a million times. You were his wife. That meant, if he could help it, you would never have to lift a finger. He was always opening doors for you, cooking breakfast, taking you out on dates, everything you have ever wanted or needed William has taken care of. Your job, according to him, was to look pretty and to let him spoil you. You, however, viewed things a little differently. You loved William to the moon and back and then some. No matter how much he would always try to fuss over you, he needed to be taken care of too, even if he didn't want to admit it. You made sure that there was always a hot meal on the table for when your husband would get home, even if it was just Chinese. When he had a particularly long day at work you would put in some extra effort into doting on him; taking care of putting away his jacket and work boots, gently guiding him to sit on the couch while you snuck off to prepare his plate for him, anything he needed you were on top of it before the thought even crossed his mind.

“I am your wife.” The sound of you so adamantly declaring that you were his threatened to bring William to his knees. “Fight it all you want, but since I am your wife, Mr. Afton…” your voice softens as you finish making your point. “It’s important to me that I take care of my husband however I can.” He smiles, stooping down to give you a caste kiss. “Now rinse.”

“Yes ma'am.” He responds with a chuckle.

You hummed softly as you dug through boxes of clothes, eventually deciding on one of William’s sweatshirts and a pair of his flannel pajamas pants. The soft fabric pooling around your ankles and making your hands disappear. William steps in the bedroom; drying off his glasses in a towel, his hair still damp from your shower, his beard neatly trimmed. “Well don't you look cozy.” You race into his open arms, letting him hug you tight to his chest. “You ready to get going?” You nod, your hand slipping into his as you allow him to lead you down the hallway. Throughout the drive you were both filled with laughter, recounting how days like this were a common occurrence when you first started dating.

“Well can you blame me? I was a full time student, working full time at Freddy’s, dealing with the absolutely scandalous lifestyle of falling in love with an older man.” He lets out a loud laugh at your dramatic tone over the last part.

“Did I ever say it was a problem?” He tries to defend himself. “There was nothing I loved more than picking you up after your Friday morning class. You would come stomping down to my car, quiet,” he tries to subdue his own chuckling by quieting your laughter, “you would throw all your stuff in the back seat, and you would lay down on my lap and fall asleep while I drove. It really doesn't sound like I had anything to complain about.”

“You were always so grouchy before your pancakes.” You mock his voice, sitting up straight in the seat and planting your hands firmly on your hips. Neither of you could keep a straight face, dissolving into fits of laughter as you pulled into the parking lot.

“Hey, Mr and Mrs Afton, welcome back.” You're greeted by the preppy red headed hostess. She leads you to your usual booth in the back corner, William always insisted a corner booth was quieter and more intimate. You had one of the paper placemats flipped over to the blank side in front of you. You passed a pen back and forth, playing tic tac toe while you waited for your food. You figured out a plan for the house, both of you excited to start settling into the space.

“I think we should start with the bedroom, it'll give us a nice little reprieve from all the chaos.” He chuckles, beating you once again at your game before putting the pen down. Your plates of pancakes clattered down in front of you, both of you rushing to dig into your meals so you could get the rest of your day started.

You pushed through your front door with a groan, arms filled with bags of cleaning supplies. You dragged everything upstairs, your husband not far behind as he unloaded the rest of your shopping. He places a quick kiss to your lips, the subtle taste of coffee still lingering from breakfast. When most of the heavy cleaning had been done you decided to take a break. You sprawled out in the middle of the empty floor, the hardwood cool against your back. You could hear the soft sounds of William jogging back up the stairs and down the hall before he re-entered the room. He set down a box next to you, before joining you on the floor. “What's this?” You grin excitedly, turning the box to see what was inside.

Your eyes immediately welled up as you ran your fingers over the worn, mostly faded marker. ‘The Good Parts’ was all it said, but you remembered this box vividly. When you and William had originally moved in together you didn't bring much with you. You were in college at the time, sharing a shitty apartment with even shittier roommates, most of your furniture aside from your bed was made up of large plastic bins and wobbly rolling drawers. However, William was very surprised when he opened up one of your moving boxes. The good parts, as it had been so cryptically named, was a catchall of your entire relationship so far; polaroids of the two of you together, any small cheap pieces of jewelry he had bought for you while you were out shopping, ticket stubs to movies you had particularly liked, letters he had written you, all of it. A box that had only been added to throughout all these years. “It was tucked away in the closet, I know you would've been upset if we had forgotten it during the move.” He smiles softly at you. You pull him in for a soft kiss. Wiping at your eyes, you then reach out to open it with shaking fingers. William reaches in first, pulling out a pair of ticket stubs attached to a couple polaroids. One was of you and William standing in the driveway of your old apartment. Your arms wrapped around William’s waist, his lips pressed to the top of your head, you could barely make out the figure failing to jump out of frame in time as Henry. “One of our double dates with Henry and Sarah.” He chuckles. You smile as you pick up the second one. William held you close, he was dancing you around the empty parking lot. You were laughing in the photo, practically falling into him. William looked so happy, so in love with you. He still had that same look in his eyes when your attention moved back to him. He holds out the ticket stubs.

“We went to go see Children of the Corn.” You laugh as you readed over the faded print.

“You hated that movie!” He exclaims.

“I didn't hate the movie, I hated how freaky those kids were!” You explain, throwing your arms wide. “You can't tell me they weren't unsettling!” You tried arguing your point but William was already laughing. You playfully push his shoulder with a groan, both of you giggling like idiots as you put the items back. One picture in particular catches your eye. Your eyes were assaulted by the too bright splashes of yellows and purples. You and all your coworkers at Freddy’s dressed up for a sports day. You found yourself in the picture, a soft blush on your cheeks as you smiled bashfully at the camera, a very rigid William at your side. “This was like a week after we met.” You grin. “Look at you, you're so awkward.” You tease, making your body purposely cringe up. He laughs at your teasing, he would never deny that he definitely was not the smoothest when you had met.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you lean into his side, fingers running over the edge of the photograph. “Do you remember the day we met?” You perk up at the question, moving your hair out of the way to reveal a thin silver line near your temple.

“Of course I do, I still have the scar!” You respond in a chipper tone.

“That's not what I meant!” He manages to get out through a fit of laughter.

“I know, I’m just never going to let you live that down.” You wink at him, causing him to roll his eyes. “Of course I remember the day we met honey, I started to like you the first day I met you.” You place a kiss to his cheek. You had just recently started working at Freddy’s, and as far as college jobs, it wasn't the worst place you could be. Sure the carpet was always sticky and the kids were loud, but you got along well with your coworkers and there were parts of working at the pizzeria that actually were quite fun. You had even grown particularly fond of the giant animatronic animals that performed their concert every 20 minutes.

“Can you do me a favor?” Your coworker Rachel rushes up to you. “That table's food is going to be up any second but I need to pee so bad, would you be able to grab it for me?”

“Yeah of course!”

“Thanks girl, I owe you.” She smiles gratefully before hurrying off. Your eyes dart over to a girl as she lets out a shrill scream, seeing it was just because she had won a lot of tickets you continue to push through the kitchen door. You felt a sharp crack to your head as everything went black. When you woke up you were laying on the floor, a warm hand slipped into yours. Your head hurt but other than that you felt fine. You sat up with a groan, a strong arm immediately supporting your back.

“Easy, doll.” A low, gravelly voice says. “You got hit pretty hard.”

“What happened?” You ask quietly.

“She's okay everyone!” The voice speaks a little louder. There's a collective murmur of relief. He leans in closer to you and whispers, “I'm going to help you up, I need you to do me a favor and hide against the side of me. You got cut by some plastic, I don't want anyone seeing the blood and panicking.” You nodded, allowing him to help you up from the floor, leaning into his side in a way that hid your face. He led you from the room, the usual noise of the pizzeria gradually starting up behind you. He opens a door and leads you into a room before immediately breaking into an apology. “I am so sorry, I was looking at a ticket when I was coming out. Are you okay? I'm going to clean you up here and take you to the hospital to make sure you don't have a concussion-” you wave your arms in front of you, cutting him off.

“Wait, I have questions!” You exclaim, demanding his full attention. His eyes widened slightly, shocked by your firm tone. “I still don't know what happened, I walked through the door and I woke up on the floor. So how did I get knocked out?”

“I was carrying a tray, I looked down at the ticket to check the table number again and I didn't see you coming through the door.” He explains bashfully.

“So you whacked me in the head with a pizza tray?” You ask to clarify. He nods, unable to meet your eyes as his face scrunches up in embarrassment. “Okay, I'm not mad. Accidents happen.” Your voice softened, you could tell he was beating himself up over the situation. “I also don't know who you are, so what's your name?” You ask with a small laugh.

“Oh, that's right, you're one of the new employees. I'm sorry we had to meet like this.” He states with a chuckle. “I'm William Afton.” Your eyes widened as you realized this was Mr. Emily’s elusive business partner.

“Sir I'm so sorry, I had no idea.” You immediately rush to apologize. He waves you off as he digs around in a drawer for a first aid kit.

“Mr. Afton in front of customers, other than that call me William.” You couldn't help but notice the playful sparkle in his eyes as he glanced up at you. You can't help but blush as you looked away. You took a second to take in your surroundings. Tools lined the walls, a work bench covered in blue prints and notebooks, various animatronic parts scattered in various corners. ‘This must be his workshop's you thought to yourself. Your attention was immediately forced back onto him as he steps in front of you, his massive form blocking out the bulb that hung from the ceiling. “I got you pretty good, didn't I?” He grumbles. His gold wire framed glasses glinted in the light as he sets them on the top of his head. He started to reach out in order to maneuver your face to look at the wound better, pausing before his fingers brushed your jaw. “I, um… is it okay if I touch you? I just want to make sure I get you cleaned up.” You nod, tensing up as you feel his calloused fingers run over your cheek. “I'm so sorry about this.

“It's okay Mr. Afton, really.” You were having trouble forming a proper sentence. His skin was so warm. The way he held your face so delicately in his large hand, like you would break if he moved wrong.

“William.” He corrects you with a small smile.

“William.” You repeat back softly. His eyes meet yours, the sound of you saying his name putting him in almost a trance for a second.

“This is probably going to sting a little.” He gives you an apologetic look before dabbing on the disinfectant. You wince, subconsciously reaching up to hold onto his arm. He got you all cleaned up, carefully putting a bandage on your head before stepping back and returning his glasses to their proper place. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he gave you a lopsided smile. “You know I never got your name.”

“I was surprised you still talked to me after that.” You were snapped back to the present by the sound of your husband's voice floating to your ears.

“You had already beaten yourself up enough over it. Plus, seeing you all flustered and worried over me was really cute.” He pulls you into a kiss, you could still feel the smile on his lips, his mustache tickling your nose slightly. You set the picture back inside, closing up the top of the box and earning a curious look from William. “I wanna savor this… it's been a while since we looked in here.” You mutter softly, tracing a finger over the writing on the outside.

“Maybe we should unpack it with the rest of the stuff.” He gently squeezes your arm before his hand rubs over your back. “I don't know about you, but I think it would be nice to put all of this stuff out where we can see it.” You turn your head to face him, letting your forehead rest against his. “But I definitely agree we should make it last.” You could hear the playful tone in his voice. “Knowing you, you'd cry if we dug through this whole box today.” You lightly punched him in the arm, William faking a hurt expression, hissing slightly as he rubs a hand over the spot you hit. “Easy there, killer. You're going to rip my whole arm off.” He chuckles. He stands with a pained groan, his knees popping as he hoists himself up off the floor. “Come on, I think I know how we can make this a little more fun.”

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[goofygecko]

Some headcanons to make up for my lack of posting lately.

♡-sfw

☆-nsfw

◇- angst (only 1)

Masterlist

☆- William definitely loves to fuck your thighs when you're too exhausted to do anything extreme.

♡- If you're afraid of thunderstorms he'll let you curl up into his lap and cuddle with him until the storm passes.

•♡- "Awh, sweetheart, you're going to be okay.."

☆- He probably has hundreds of lewd Polaroids of you that he brings with him to the pizzeria in his wallet just to entertain him when you're not at work.

•☆- "Fuck, princess, if only I could have you here right now." He chuckles, "You wouldn't be returning to your shift."

☆- (This one's a gross one) I feel like he would lick up your tears when you both get really into it.

♡- During Halloween time he loves to carve pumpkins and will have you do it with him every year.

•☆- Speaking of pumpkins, we all know he would try cutting a hole into one for himself and have you put your hand in. <3

•☆- "Awh, darling, you're so gullible."

◇- You'll walk into his house occasionally to see him just leaning against the fridge or sitting at the dining room table, hand(s) covering his face at he silently cries to himself.

♡- Man has a soft spot for large stuffed rabbits, he has some hidden in his closet because he thinks it makes him less of a man for having them. </3

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A/N: I swear I'm working on some actual fics I just haven't been very motivated lately. 😭💔

[maviezz]

˚₊‧ა ☆ ໒ ‧₊˚Jealousy (Steve Raglan x fem!reader)

tags: smut, oral(m receiving), pet names, jealous william, fluff,

note: Steve’s quite subby here hehe. reader is in her early twenties, Steve on his mid-late forties. This contains mature content.

Word count: 1.4k

I stumbled upon the counseling center job almost by accident. Fresh out of college with a degree in psychology, I was eager to put my knowledge into practice. But job opportunities in the field were scarce, and I found myself settling for a position that was mediocre at best and not so well-paid.

As I settled into my role at the counseling center, I quickly realized that while the job might not have been the most glamorous, it had its perks. One of them was Steve Raglan, my boss. Tall, with a confident demeanor and a penchant for gold aviator glasses. His salt and pepper locks adorned his beard and hair, adding to his allure. He was the epitome of charisma.

Our relationship started off strictly professional, but as time went on, there was an undeniable chemistry between us. The more we worked together, the more I found myself drawn to his magnetic personality and charm.

Despite our best efforts to keep things purely professional, and also considering the fact that he was almost as old as my own father— it became increasingly difficult to ignore the growing attraction between us. Eventually, we couldn't resist the pull any longer, and our professional relationship blossomed into something more, resulting in a romantic relationship that neither of us saw coming.

"Steve, is everything good?" I asked, my tone laced with a hint of worry. I had come to his office to deliver some expedients, but I noticed he was silent, quiet even. It was highly unusual coming from someone as charismatic and outgoing as him.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Steve replied with a forced smile, but there was a hint of tension in his voice that I couldn't ignore. He glanced away, avoiding my gaze, which only added to my concern.

His response seemed a bit off, and as I glanced at him, I could tell that something was bothering him. Despite his attempt to reassure me with a faint smile, there was a tension in his voice that hinted at underlying distress.

“Are you sure everything's okay, love?" I pressed gently, my concern growing as I observed his troubled expression. "You seem a little... off today."Steve sighed, running a hand through his graying locks, his usual charisma momentarily faltering

“Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, but his words lacked conviction. "Just dealing with some stuff. Don’t worry, princess."I hesitated, debating whether to push further or respect his privacy. But as I met his troubled gaze, I knew I couldn't simply ignore his obvious distress.

"Steve, come on, just tell me what’s wrong," I urged gently, leaning in closer. "We’re supposed to trust each other, right?" My tone was soft but firm, conveying my sincerity and willingness to listen. I could sense his hesitation, but I hoped my words would encourage him to open up.

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding my gaze. "It's nothing, really," he muttered, but I could see the turmoil behind his eyes.I sighed, sensing that there was more to it than he was letting on.

“Honey, look at me," I said firmly, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. "I care about you, and I want to understand what's going on. You can talk to me."After a moment of silence, Steve finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I just... I can't help but feel insecure sometimes," he admitted, his vulnerability catching me off guard. "I see all these younger guys around, and I can't help but wonder why you're with an old guy like me."

My heart ached at his confession, my lips curved into a soft grin, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Steve, you're not just 'an old guy' to me," I said sincerely. "You're kind, intelligent, and incredibly attractive. Age has nothing to do with it. I'm with you because I care about you, and I want to be with you."As I spoke, I could see the tension in Steve's shoulders begin to ease

"But—" Steve began, his voice trailing off, but I gently cut him short, placing a finger on his lips to silence him."No 'buts,' Steve," I said firmly, meeting his eyes with unwavering determination.

"I'll make sure you understand how much I love you," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity, though laced with a hint of desire.Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, I slowly knelt down in front of him, maintaining eye contact as I reached for both of his thighs, slowly running my hands up and down over his pants, tickling the skin underneath

delicate fingers dug into the fabric of his pants, causing a shiver down his spine, making his cock twitch in its confines. "I’ll suck the jealousy out of you" I murmured sensually, my words coming out sweet and honey coated. My tiny hands slowly slipped inside his pants, grasping firmly at his leaky and aching erection.

"Look at you, could a younger guy possibly compare to this?" I asked in a low voice, barely above a whisper, as I leaned in closer. My hands continued to explore, tracing the contours of his length with gentle fingers, sliding my fist back and forth over the length of his arousal while running the pad of my thumb over the tip, collecting his sticky fluids for a taste.

"H-Hng~, Honey..." Steve panted loudly, clawing at the armrests of the chair, tighter and tighter...eyes rolling back into his head with an audible groan.

The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat and stuck to his skin, the small droplets of moisture dripping onto his face. His breathing was short and rapid, his body trembling under the exertion, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as I ran my tongue over every single inch of him—one hand stroking his swollen and sensitive balls while i bobbed my head eagerly.

The smell of sweat was growing thicker, permeating the atmosphere and making it feel heavy and oppressive. His breathing was becoming visibly more rapid and shallow, small whines and groans filled the room alongside lewd and wet sounds as my hands and mouth worked their magic on his aching dick.

"Does it feel good, honey?” I purred playfully as I pulled away from his length. my chin coated in saliva as I looked at him with a naughty, almost teasing grin on my face.

"F-fuck…oh God, yes..." Steve panted out a breath, spreading his legs further for more access. His entire body was tense with the exertion of each movement, the heat growing between us becoming intense. He could feel himself growing harder—if it was even possible— as he looked at me, each movement and breath he took becoming more passionate. “I’m gonna cum..”

his fingers tangled in my messy hair, guiding my movements to a certain extent. His grip was firm, yet gentle, he was holding my head with authority, while he was also encouraging me to take him deeper into my throat. I could sense him enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, encouraging me to go deeper until my nose made contact with his pelvic floor.

his hips bucked slightly, it was a clear signal that he was about to reach his peak. I could tell from the way he was moving and the sounds he was making, his body tensing and his breath coming in short gasps. I redoubled my efforts, taking him deeper and hollowing my cheeks harder to intensify the suction.

“Oh m-mhm~ princess” His body lurched forward, his muscles tensing and his body twisting slightly. A louder moan echoed throughout the room, the wet and sloppy noises growing louder as his thrusting became more erratic and sporadic. His body started to convulse slightly, his body jerking suddenly as he reached his climax. Thick and heavy ropes of cum coating my mouth and throat. the sweet and tangy taste enveloping my senses.

“Oh, baby…”I gently pulled away from him, standing up on my feet. His body now lay there limp and relaxed, his hair messy with a few strands sticking out of place. His lips were swollen and red from biting on them, his cheeks flushed from the intensity of the blowjob. He was panting heavily, a wide grin painted on his face as he came back down to reality. He laid there motionless, taking a moment to regain his breath and come back down to his normal state.

"Was this enough to reassure you, love?" I said with a softer giggle, unable to hold back the reaction to his messy and disheveled form.

And oh yes, it definitely did reassure him.

[confiscatedpeaches]

Hey!! Would you write William surprising reader with a stuffed animal they wanted really badly but couldn’t afford?

Like.. they went to the store and they saw it, got so excited but saw the price so they walked away from it sadly. William watched this happen and went back the next day to get it for them..🥹

tysm & I love your work!!🩷✨

Tysm!! 💕💕 This is such a cute idea omg. I definitely feel like that's something he would do for the reader. At least, my Afton would haha.

Minors can interact, but don't follow me please! Reader's gender is not specified.

TW: you will die of sweetness in this fluff fic /j (joking)

Reader's POV:

You we're doing some much needed grocery shopping with your boyfriend and partner William Afton. You could have gone alone, but he was always so much better at helping you get good deals. Unfortunately, you don't have a ton of cash laying around, so you needed all the savings you could get. It was a Friday afternoon, so it was busy and loud.

You pass by a toy isle when something catches your eye. Sitting there alone on the shelf, you see a large stuffed rabbit plushie. It's big enough to require both hands to carry it. Pressing your hands into it, it feels so soft and squishy. Very cuddle-able and absolutely you. It even smelled slightly sweet, like vanilla. Surely, you could spare this expense, right?

Wrong.

You check the price tag; $50. Damn. A little piece of your heart breaks off and shatters on the tile floor below. It is so cute and adorable, but you really can't afford it right now.

"Aw, that's so cute darling."

You turn, finding your boyfriend William standing behind you in the aisle. He's holding a small handcart full of groceries. You sigh.

"Yeah, it is. I really can't afford it right now though. Sucks but I just gotta let this one go."

He gave you a slight frown. You look deep into his captivating grey eyes. You weren't trying to beg him, but secretly you hoped he'd offer to buy it for you. He looks at the stuffed rabbit.

"I'm sorry love. Did you find everything else okay?"

Disappointment blooms within you. Of course, he shouldn't have to buy it for you, but it would have been a kind gesture. You nod.

"Mhmm yep."

"Good, let's go home and watch that movie you've been wanting to see."

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William's POV:

After the movie, y/n fell asleep on the couch next to him. It was a good film, even though you seemed a little sad the whole time. Looking down at you, he smiles to himself. You look so sweet and adorable like this. He slowly stands up, making sure not to disturb the sleeping cutie pie next to him.

Carefully, he places his arms under you and lifts you up. He carries you to your bed. He sets you down before tucking you in. After tiptoeing out of the room and quietly clicking the door shut, he grabs his car keys from the kitchen table. Discretely, he slips out of the house and into his car. He slowly pulls out of the driveway and turns to the direction of the store.

Once he got onto the highway, he drove as fast as he could; a little over the speed limit, but still safe. He needed to get there before they closed. He felt so sad seeing you earlier. Truthfully, he considered buying it for you right then and there, but he decided to make it a surprise instead. He knows how much little things like this mean to you. With any luck, the stuffed rabbit will still be there.

He pulls into the store parking lot. It's nearly empty, save for the cars of the employees most likely. It's 15 minutes 'til closing. Fortunately, he knew right where to go.

He walks past a few isles before turning down one. Sitting on the shelf was the stuffed rabbit. It was as if it were waiting just for you.

Perfect! He thought, and grabbed it.

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Reader's POV

Groggily, you stretch and open your eyes. Sunlight peaks through the curtains. A warm hand meets your head and pets you gently. You turn, and find William sitting on the bed next to you.

"Good morning." You mumble.

"Good morning love."

He has a big smile on his face, and you aren't sure why. He looks like he's been up for a while.

"How... How long have you been there?" You ask.

"Oh not long, but I decided to wake you up seeing that it's already 10:30."

His eyes look into yours. You watch him for a moment. His chest expands and retracts, the sunlight illuminating his form. He looks beautiful like this. God, you love this man. Looking down his sides, you realize his hands are behind his back. You move to look behind him, but he moves to block your vision.

"I have something for you." He says, answering your unasked question.

"Oh? What is it? Can I see?"

He shakes his head.

"Close your eyes love, and outstretch your arms."

You do as he says. Arms outstretched in front of you, you eagerly await his surprise. Something soft and squishy meets your finger tips, then hands. It's fairly large and smells faintly like vanilla. He couldn't have, could he?

"Open your eyes darling."

Opening your eyes, you're greeted by the large plush rabbit you wanted from the store yesterday.

"Will you didn't! Thank you so much!"

Wrapping your arms around it, you pull the stuffie into a tight hug and do a little happy dance. Pleased with your reaction, Will blushes and smiles even more.

"You're welcome love. I'm so glad you like it. Do you want to give it a name?"

"Of course I do! All stuffies need names silly!"

You already had the perfect name in mind.

[sadesluvr]

College student femreader and janitor William..

William overhears reader in a heated argument with her bf who cheated on her and it ends with the bf throwing things around and yelling before storming off.

A/N: Thanks for being patient Anon! I wasn't sure what kind of req this was so it's only mildly suggestive. Fluffy! William, ig. Warning for abusive/angry behaviours.

Right off the bat, William knows that your boyfriend is an asshole. He's basically been everywhere on campus, so he knows what everyone gets up to, when and with who. It's not his place to say anything because he's just a 'lowly' janitor, but he's secretly been wondering about how you'd take the news. Of course, he cares about you, but once he's out of the picture he can have you to himself. After all, you're graduating in a few months, and he can quit his job to look after you...

"Who is she?" he hears you yell. The tone of your voice is undeniably filled with rage, but he can hear your words crack ever so slightly as they hitch in your throat. "Who the fuck is she, Chad?"

"No one, she doesn't mean anything!" the boy says. He can't see you, but he can see the scene playing out right in front of him, like some fucked up play. You're on the verge of tears, and he's nonchalant, like nothing ever happened. "She was just some girl on the cheer team..."

"So you're not even going to deny that there is a girl?" you scoff. "On the cheerleading team, of all things?"

There's a pause, and you shake your head.

"I knew something was up," you sniff. "You're hot one day, and cold the next. I'm fucking sick of it, Chad! Get the hell out of my apartment!"

"Woah, what?" the guy sneers. "Are you fucking joking me? I put all this time and effort into you and you're breaking up with me just like that?" he snaps. "Do I look like a joke to you?"

You're silent. He's never raised his voice like this before. William knows this, and he tightens his fingers around the base of his mop, blood coursing through his veins as his jaw clenched. He'd spear the bastard's eyes out if he had to.

"Don't you dare fucking treat me like a second option," he snarls. It's low and ominous this time, and William can hear his heavy footsteps pacing around the landscape of your apartment, the piercing sound of metal scraping against wood filling the usually quiet corridors. "I love you, and I'm the best thing that could ever happen to you. Don't you ever forget that."

There's a thud, and an object, likely a lamp, hits the floor. It doesn't stop there; paper, pens, books, even your remote, all flung across the room like they were nothing, neglecting the fact that these tools were what had once brought you together. William can hear you scream, straining your throat as you beg him to stop, seemingly to no avail until he decides to stop himself; barrelling out of your apartment door like a raging bull, leaving the door open and leaving you alone, exposed to the truth of what you'd laid next to most nights.

William peers in, and he can see you closing in on yourself, staring in disbelief at the mess around you. Anyone would be able to see you tremble; utterly in fear of just how quickly he'd switched his temperament. You look up, aware of the feeling of being watched, and you make a pained face.

"...I guess we disturbed you, huh? I- I'm sorry, I'll ---"

"It's not your fault," he says quickly and pointedly, blue eyes staring directly into your own. He wants you to feel every inch and gravity of his words. "You're better off without him,"

"That's what they all say," you chuckle defeatedly, slumping onto your couch. William took this as a sign to come in, and made sure he firmly closed the door behind him. It was just the two of you alone now, and he was determined to make sure it stayed that way. "Why are guys such assholes?" you continued, and William sighed.

"I wish I knew," he said, sitting on the armchair next to you. What made him swoon was how you hadn't even flinched at the action, when people usually wanted away from janitors as much as possible. You were truly made for him, after all. He cleared his throat, glancing down at you through his lashes, and cocked his head before he spoke.

"...I can assure you, I would never treat you that way, love," he hummed. "You're too much of a doll..."

His cock twitched slightly at the small gasp you let out, watching the way you licked your lips immediately after. Swallowing, you looked up at the older man with glassy eyes.

"Thank you..." you said softly. "I-I I really needed to hear that..." you chuckle, and your smile puts one on his. It would only be a few more months until he could have you for his own; to look after you in the way you deserved to be. He'd spoil you with roses, clothes, trips abroad...Anything and everything he could obtain, even if that meant having to murder your (presumed) ex, and the people around you. He wasn't just a janitor, you see, no - he was much, much more than he let on. But you needn't worry about that for now.

A smirk spread across his lips as he placed a hand on your shoulder, tracing small circles with his calloused fingertips.

"Why don't I help you tidy up?" he grinned. "I'm sure we can find ways to forget about him along the way.."

[pleasantangelpaper]

Character Masterlists:

Hello! This will be my Masterlist for fics about different characters!

(Anything made with FTM reader in mind is from when I was certain I was FTM, I am no longer sure, and therefore have settled upon gender neutral reader.)

If a story contains smut, I will have a 🍋

Remus Lupin:

-The Man in the Moon: Remus Lupin x Trans FTM! Reader

-To Keep You Warm: Remus Lupin x GN! Reader

William Afton/Steve Raglan

-To Run From The Sky: William Afton x GN! Reader (Part 1)

Stu Macher

-Video Killed The Radio Star: Stu Macher x Fem! Reader (Part 1)

Billy Loomis

*Coming Soon*

Stanford Pines

- My Knight in Shining Glasses (Part 1)

[i-dont-hyperfixate-on-fandoms]

Crooning.

William Afton x GN!Reader

Words: 610

CW: None, just lovey-dovey fluff

It was late when you got back to his house. Maybe one in the morning or so. You quietly entered the front door, careful as to not make a sound to awaken William; though, you doubted he was asleep. Most often he could be found in his basement workshop at this time of night, tinkering away until god knows when. You crept around the house quietly all the same, just to be safe.

However, just as you were about to ascend the stairs to head to William’s bedroom, you heard a gentle tune. It came from behind an ajar office door, the song seeming to call to you. You silently step away from the stairs, and peek through the opening of the door.

Inside the door was William, organizing the contents of the shelf. He was humming to himself, the song an old one you didn’t recognize. It was a rare sight to see your boyfriend doing something besides working on his robotics at night. You smile to yourself, feeling comforted as William swept across the room to set down some files. It truly was uncommon to see Will so relaxed with a chore, especially at this time of night. You were happy for him to find such a moment of peace.

After a moment of comfortable watching, you gently rap against the doorframe, opening the door slightly so Will could see you peeking out at him. He stopped his humming, cocking his head towards the sound of your knock. Immediately upon spotting you, a handsome smile graced his features, the faint hints of smile lines adorning his face.

“Hello, love,”

The sound of his voice alone could make your heart skip a beat. You returned the smile, stepping inside the home office.

“Hey William. What are you doing organizing this late?” You smile, walking towards a bookshelf to lean against it.

“Ah, well… I was keeping myself busy, as I wanted to make sure you got home safe,” He chuckled softly, making your grin widen. “After all, I missed you, dear”

The last bit made your heart flutter a bit. “What was it that you were humming?” That seems to bring a glimmer to his eye.

“Oh, you heard me? Sorry, darling. It’s called ‘It’s a Lovely Day Tomorrow’.”

You smile, moving from your position against the bookshelf to a nearby chair in the corner of the room. “Would you sing it for me?”

William chortles, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to hear my screeching. It’s rubbish anyway.”

“No, I do,” you smile, looking into his silver-grey eyes. “I do want to hear you, if it’s alright. I like the crooning nature of it.”

He looks at you curiously, a small smirk on his face. “Really? Alright, if you insist~”

William clears his throat, feeling on-the-spot. After a semi-nervous glance at you, your boyfriend starts to serenade you. While his voice is a bit scratchy, it’s smooth and sultry to your ears. His song is a simple one, but it suits his voice perfectly. In spite of its message, the way he sings it makes it feels so romantic, so personal, so intimate, as if this song was meant for you. He take a step towards you as he sings to you, adding some flair to his movements to make you giggle.

As his crooning comes to an end, William kneels down to face you as you sit in the chair. He places a pointer finger and thumb under your chin, lifting your head slightly to look at him. You smile at the action.

“That was lovely, William. Thank you for that.”

“Anything for my dearest”

[ghostedeabha]

As I sadly can't find any comfort fanfics to do with the reader having burns from fire.

Could you pls write one with William Afton, like the reader is feeling down about them.

If not then it's okay

i absolutely can sweet nonnie !! <3

i wasn't sure what extent you wanted the burns severity to be so i just kinda went with the flow and didn't fully specify, i hope it's alright. i really hope this is up to your expectations, sorry it's so short though :((

william afton x gn!reader

word count: 455

warnings: mentions of trauma, mentions of being burned in a fire, mentions of house fires, mentions of scarring and burns, mentions of death and near death experiences, mentions of death of loved ones, mentions of death of a pet, william calls reader doll. probably ooc william. despite all that angst i swear it's fluffy ToT

a/n: i really hope i was able to do this justice, if i get anything wrong about what it's like to have burn scars please let me know so i can keep it in mind for future requests/fics! <3 also i worked on this while i was in line for the food bank lmao

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you had curled up under the blankets on the couch as you watched the movie you had selected on netflix. snuggled in a hoodie and baggy sweat pants, you were feeling a little upset over the burn scars on your arms and legs.

nothing in particular had happened to trigger the insecure feeling today, you had just woken and the feeling overwhelmed you. you had tried to continue on with your day, you really truly did. you had gotten the dishes done and that was it. that was all you had the energy for.

that's how you ended up drowning in blankets and curled up on the couch watching some shitty drama on netflix when william came back home from work.

"love, i'm back! oh-" william called out as he entered the house, tall frame walking through the doorway of the living room and his eyes landed on you. "what's up?"

"just feelin' sad." you responded with a mutter.

"wanna tell me what about?"

"not really... it's dumb."

"well then that's even more of a reason to tell me. so i can tell you to stop being so dumb." william teased, earning a dissatisfied whine from you. "oh come on, my love. tell me what it is. i can't help if you don't tell me"

"just... my burns. do you think they make me ugly?" you ask meekly, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

"what? where is this coming from? your burns don't make you ugly, my love. you are the most stunning thing i have ever seen, doll. your burns make you interesting and unique. you don't think the scars on my body are ugly. don't be so negative with yourself." the british man says firmly yet softly as he grabs your face in his hands, his touch cold.

"you are perfect, just as you are. even with all your so called baggage." william assured you further, making sure to give mention to your history, the house fire you gained both your physical and mental scars in; having lost your mother and beloved family dog.

he pulls you, and the mass of blankets surrounding you, close as he sits on the couch, leaning down to kiss your forehead. he held you to his chest in silence for what felt like both hours and minutes, cold and bony fingers gently tracing shaped into your back through the layers.

"feeling any better?" will chimes up after a few minutes.

"yeah, i am."

"good, can't have my pretty doll feeling down. especially about their looks." he chuckles.

and suddenly it's hard to feel insecure about the burns as you feel his fingers gently, lovingly tracing the scarred skin of your arm to lull you into relaxation.

[mushrubes]

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi!! :3 I was wondering if I could request a William afton x reader where the reader maybe asks William out? And cue him being a little flustered considering he probably hasn’t been w anyone in awhile, cause he’s old and weird.

The amount of smut of this man I’ve seen is CRAZY so I wanted to request smth a bit more fluffy 😭 love ur writing btw!!

awww that’s so cute, im glad you like it!!

ℱ𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹

Today was the day. You had to do it today.

Your cute, nice, funny, coworker. You’ve been working up the courage to ask him out forever. And today, you decided, was the day.

You took a deep breath, knocking on the door and holding both coffees in your hand tightly.

“Come in!” He didn’t look up from the paperwork in front of him until you opened the door.

“Oh- hey, y/n.” He stood up now, giving you a smile.

“Hi. Brought you coffee.” You extended your arm and handed him it.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. God, I don’t think I could survive this place without you.” He laughed quietly, as he sat down.

“Sit, sit.” He said, motioning to the seat in front of him.

“Are you sure-“

“I’m basically free today. Sit.” He said, and you sat in the seat across from him.

“So, anything interesting?” He asked, moving his chair back and fourth.

“Not really. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I was wondering if you wanted to.. go out with me..? Like on a date. You ca-“

His eyes widened, he looked the other way and spit out his coffee, coughing.

“Mr.Raglan! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked-“ you felt embarrassed now.

“No. No you’re fine. It’s just…” he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and smiled slightly. You could see a tint of pink present on his cheeks. “I’m old. I haven’t been with anyone in like.. forever. I wasn’t expecting it is all. But I would love to.” He said, with a smile on his face again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, how about after work, I can drive you to this really nice place.”

You smiled back “it’s a date.”

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) FLUFF - Part 1

Hello hello! So, uh, this was supposed to be a short one shot. It is now... not... that-- Anyways! I have missed writing for this big beautiful man. Any warnings will be labeled throughout each part. So enjoy Will laying it on thick, Henry trying his best to be a wingman, and a reader who is maybe just a little too obsessed with how huge Will is compared to them, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Let me know what you think, I love getting comments! If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: CW! scene with aggressive man, threats of violence, other than that tooth rotting fluff, Boss! Will, age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Will is in his early 50's), AU where Will isn't a murderer, mutual pining, flirting, dad jokes, Will being his usual awkward adorable self, Home Sweet Home adjacent, a love letter to the wonderful story "Bunny Ears" by @yellowbunnydreams that falls into a very similar vein as this, I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!

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Word Count: 7,000

Part 2

You hummed quietly along to the song that crackled over the radio in the pizzeria, laughing to yourself as you pulled out some of the noodle ball yo-yo’s from the box, shaking them slightly to watch their rubbery tendrils dance. “These things are so dumb looking.” You chuckle before dropping them into their respective prize box. You perked up slightly at the sound of your name being spoken behind you. You turned to find one of the co-owners standing on the other side of the counter. “Good morning Mr. Afton.” You greet him with a bright smile. You noticed that his usual stoic expression cracked slightly, offering you a small smile of his own.

“Good morning.” He can’t help but breathe out a laugh over how bubbly you were so early, the restaurant hadn’t even opened yet and you were already as warm and personable as ever. “Would you like any help over here? I know we got a pretty big restock in.” You glanced at the pile of boxes at your side that nearly came up to your shoulder.

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” You grimace slightly as your attention turns back to him.

“Not at all, happy to help.” He carefully cuffs the sleeves of his dark purple dress shirt. You struggle to keep your eyes off of his strong forearms, the thin silver scars that littered his tan skin almost seemed to glow under the coarse dark hair that littered his arms that had always captivated you. You managed to tear your eyes away from him the moment he finished the task. “Alright,” he claps his hands together, “let's get this show on the road.” Despite his reputation, you always found that it was actually rather comfortable to be working so closely with Mr. Afton. Your boss was known for being a bit of a recluse. He never really left parts and services unless he and the other owner, Mr. Emily, were doing one of their walks in the Spring Bonnie and Fredbear suits. You remember when you first started working at Freddy’s that the other employees would always tell you how terrified they were of Mr. Afton. But, out of every conversation you have had with him, he’s been nothing but kind towards you. You let out a surprised squeak as he bumps into you slightly. “I am so sorry.” He rushes to apologize, you giggle at his worried expression.

“It’s okay Mr. Afton. I’m a lot tougher than I look, I promise.” You smile jokingly, flexing your arm. He chuckles, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m sure you are, rabbit.” He mutters barely loud enough for you to hear, you almost missed the nickname he had slipped onto the end. You smiled softly, turning back to your work as your cheeks grew warm.

“Oh perfect, you’re both here!” You turned to find Mr. Emily had walked up to the prize counter. He smiles warmly at you, “good morning honey, how are you?”

“I’m good Mr. Emily, almost done with the prize counter thanks to Mr. Afton.” You notice out of the corner of your eye how the taller man awkwardly stuffs his hands into his pockets, his attention dropping to the floor.

“Good, I’m glad Will was able to help. Jared was supposed to have done this last night, I’ll have to talk to have a word with him. I’m sorry you ended up having to take care of this.” He apologizes, his expression quickly brightening again as he remembered why he was there to begin with. “Will, I put your sweatshirts in your office. And for you, my dear,” He hands over the neatly folded purple fabric. “The rest of yours are in my office, but this is the one you asked if I could have custom ordered for you, I figured you’d want to wear that one first.” He chuckles, his eyes darting in between you and his business partner. You swallowed thickly, knowing he was expecting you to put it on.

“Custom order, huh?” Mr. Afton chimes in before his attention turns to you. “You must be pretty special, he won’t even let me custom order things.” He chuckles.

“Oh, I think you’ll like this design Will, I had one made up for you as well.” Mr. Emily practically sings. Your face felt like it was on fire, you could feel your palms starting to sweat as you gripped on tightly to the material. You timidly unfolded it before pulling it over your head. The soft fabric blanketed your body, you took a moment to unzip the short ¼ zipper to fold over the collar of the sweatshirt. You pushed up the sleeves to your elbows, finally catching sight of the bright yellow Spring Bonnie that stood out sharply against the dark purple background. You reluctantly let your eyes trail back up to your bosses. Mr. Emily stood with a proud smile on his face, arms crossed over his chest as he marveled at his work. Mr. Afton stared at the emblem on the sweatshirt with a shocked expression, his jaw hanging open until he realized you were looking. He quickly snapped it shut, straightening himself up as he tried to regain his composure.

“Spring Bonnie, huh?” He asks before clearing his throat, his voice cracking slightly as he pushes the question out.

You look away timidly, scuffing the toe of your sneaker against the black and white checkered floor. “Yeah, he’s always been my favorite, sir.” You admit bashfully. It took him a moment to respond, the silence that hung thick in the air making your heart pound in your chest.

“Well, you made a great request, it looks great on you.” Your gaze snaps back up to him, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes what he had just said. He doesn’t say another word, he simply turns on his heels and power walks towards the back of the restaurant, practically crashing through the door that led to parts and services. Mr. Emily shook his head, blinking in confusion before turning back to you.

“We have a party at noon, I’d like you to come help with Fredbear and Spring Bonnie once Meredith gets here.” You look nervously at the door to parts and services and then back to your boss.

“Yes sir, um, did I say something to upset Mr. Afton?” You ask timidly.

Mr. Emily chuckles, shaking his head. “No, I think he's flattered that Spring Bonnie is your favorite. He just doesn't know how to take a compliment.” He teases his friend.

“Okay,” you let out a small laugh yourself, shaking your head slightly. “Mer should be here around eleven, I'll head back to your office around then.”

“Sounds good to me, thank you in advance.” He smiles warmly before hurrying off. 

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William collapsed into his chair with an aggravated groan. “Goddamn am I out of practice.” He shakes his head. “It looks great on you.” He repeats himself in a mocking tone. “Get a fucking grip, Will.” Henry bursts into the room, looking at Will with an expression of pure disbelief.

“What in the faz-fuck was that?” He kicks the door shut behind him. “You don’t just tell the girl she looks nice and run off.”

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He snaps through gritted teeth. “I’m sure she doesn’t want some creepy old man flirting with her.”

“Will, you’re the farthest thing from a creepy old man.” His friend reassures him with a firm nod. “You’re one of those… what are the young people calling them now… a DILF?”

“A what?” William laughs loudly.

“A DILF, you know, a dad I’d like to- whatever, it’s not important. What is important is we need to fix whatever the hell just happened there.” Henry exclaims as he points dramatically outside. “You used to be the biggest flirt I knew in college, what the hell happened?”

“I got married is what happened.” Will responds gruffly. “The second I put a ring on that woman’s finger, any sort of spark we had was gone.” He grumbles. “I haven’t flirted with anyone in twenty odd years.”

“Well we need to get you up to speed my friend.” Henry chuckles, clapping the taller man on the shoulder.

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The first hour or so of your shift was spent running the prize counter, excited groups of kids running up to the plexiglass case and asking how much for whichever particular prize had caught their eye.

“Sorry I'm late, traffic was a nightmare at the center.” Meredith huffs as she hurriedly pulls on her newly appointed sweatshirt. “Aw, you got a Spring Bonnie one, that's cute.” She smiles.

“Apparently, Mr. Emily took it upon himself to get me and Mr. Afton matching ones.” You chuckle. “Also, I'm scheduled for a walk in an hour, so I'll be back.” You hurriedly excuse herself before she has a chance to ask any questions. The silence that surrounds you as the door to the main pizzeria shuts is all consuming. You took a deep breath, it was the first time it had been quiet since you had arrived at work. You stretched, rolling your shoulders back before starting down the hallway. You had done this job plenty of times, it was honestly one of the best parts of your week. You knocked hesitantly on the door to parts and services, listening for the soft ‘come in’ from Mr. Afton inside. He says your name softly, a smile lacing its way across his lips.

“Perfect timing, I was just about to get into costume.” He groans as he stands, carefully undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. You had seen him go through this process dozens of times, but even now it still amazes you to watch him get into the suit. Something so expertly crafted by his own hands, as dangerous as it was beautiful, if the slightest thing were to go wrong that suit held the potential to kill him where he stood. “You mind giving me a hand?” He asks with a charming smile. You nod, hurrying to his side. He inserts a turnkey into Spring Bonnie’s torso, pulling the internal supports out of the way in order for his body to fit inside. Your eyes burned into the section of the suit you were staring at. In the brief glance you had allowed yourself to have, you had noticed how his muscles almost seemed to glow with the thin sheen of sweat that had formed from working on animatronics all day. The black tank top that stretched tightly across his toned chest left no room for speculation about just how strong Mr. Afton was. He takes hold of your hand, swapping it out for his on the key. “Hold it tight, okay?” He instructs gently. You nod, trailing his movements as he picks up the torso and slips it over his head. He places his hand loosely over yours. “I got it rabbit, you can slip your hand out.” He says quietly, focusing intensely on the internal supports. You carefully do as he asks, earning a hushed “beautiful” from him. He makes sure that everything is secured in place before pulling out the key, and slowly releasing the breath he had been holding. “So far so good.” He chuckles. You repeat the same process with the legs and arms, leaving him fully suited up minus the yellow rabbit’s head.

“Your bowtie’s a little crooked.” You point out with a bashful smile. “Mind if I straighten it out?”

“Not at all.” You take a step closer to him, running your fingers over the soft purple fabric. You carefully adjust the bowtie back into its proper position.

“There, now Spring Bonnie will look as handsome as possible.” You giggle, your cheeks growing warm as he shoots you a playful smile in response. You quickly pull your hands away from him as Mr. Emily walks in the room. He chat’s happily with you and Mr. Afton as he expertly gets himself into his own suit.

“It should be a relatively easy walk, just take it slow, there are a lot of kids out there at the moment.” Mr. Emily explains.

“Just another Thursday, Henry.” Mr. Afton responds with a chuckle. “You should have a pretty easy time, but you’re already an expert at this as it is.” He offers you a lopsided smile that you can’t help but return. He glances up at the clock. “Well, it’s showtime boys and girls.” He grabs the mascot head from his workbench, quickly slipping it over his head. Mr. Emily copied his actions, looking in the mirror by the door to make sure Fredbear’s hat was on correctly before following you out into the hallway. You knew from experience that Mr. Afton had a harder time seeing out of the suit than Mr. Emily, having to remove his glasses before putting the costume on. You reached back, allowing your hand to bump into the fingers of the Spring Bonnie costume, offering to lead Mr. Afton to the picture spot so he wouldn’t have to worry about stumbling. He allows his hand to engulf yours, following closely behind you as you wound your way expertly through the excited groups of kids. You brought them to a well lit corner of the restaurant that was specifically set up for pictures. You step in front of both of them as they step into their spots.

“Mr. Fredbear, Mr. Spring Bonnie, let me know if you need anything.” You smile warmly at the pair before heading off to interact with the crowd that had formed around the performers. For the most part your day went on like normal, you kept the hoard of kids and parents alike organized enough to keep your bosses from getting overwhelmed by all the people wanting pictures or just to meet their favorite anthropomorphic animal friend. That was until you noticed one little girl who appeared to be hiding off to the side. She clutched a yellow rabbit plush to her chest, nervously shuffling her feet as she watched the rest of the kids run up excitedly to the mascots. You looked around to find no one appeared to be waiting with her, so you decided to see if you could help. You approach the girl with a friendly smile and a wave. “I noticed you're looking a bit down friend, is everything okay?” She looks between you and the crowd behind you.

“I want to go say hi to Spring Bonnie but I'm scared.” She admits in a tiny, shaky voice.

“Well, that’s definitely no fun. Why don't you tell me what's scaring you, maybe I can help.” You offer kindly.

“There's just a lot of big kids, and Spring Bonnie looks a lot bigger than he does in the pictures too.” You noticed how she absentmindedly tugged at one of the rabbits ears in an attempt to comfort herself.

“Can I let you in on a big secret?” You lower your voice to just above a whisper, making the girl lean in to listen with wide, excited eyes. “I happen to be best friends with Spring Bonnie and Fredbear.” You nod in response to the shocked gasp she let out. You held out your hand, introducing yourself to the girl, her black pigtails bouncing in time with her growing excitement.

“My name’s Addie.” She responds with a gapped tooth smile.

“Well, Miss Addie, since we're friends, why don't I take you to meet my other friend Spring Bonnie so you can say hi!” She nods, looking at the crowd with some remaining apprehension. “Still a lot of scary big kids, huh?” She hurriedly responds, proving you right. “I'll tell you what, if you hold my hand, I promise no one will bother you.” She timidly takes your hand, letting you guide her in the direction of Spring Bonnie and Fredbear. She clung to your leg as you approached the large golden rabbit's side. “Excuse me Mr. Spring Bonnie.” You couldn't help the smile that passed over your lips as you noticed the man inside the suit straighten up at the sound of your voice. “My friend Addie is very excited to meet you, but she's a little nervous.” He tilts his head to the side slightly, like a dog hearing an unfamiliar sound. He dramatically looks around for someone the same height as you before letting his gaze drop a little lower, making a small startled movement when his eyes land on the girl. You feel her grip tighten on your hand, inching herself further behind you. “Still a little too scary up close, huh?” You kneel down beside her, bringing yourself closer to his height. “I promise, Spring Bonnie wouldn't hurt a fly, you don't have to be scared of him.” You try to reassure her

“How do you know?” She asks timidly.

“Here, I'll show you he's not so scary.” You give her a comforting smile, softly squeezing her hand in reassurance before standing back up. You walked up to the large yellow rabbit, giving him a small, bashful smile before pushing yourself up onto your toes and pressing a quick peck to the tip of the suit's nose. “See, he's not scary at all.” Seeing the fact you managed to get face to face with the monster bunny seemed to put Addie’s nerves at ease. You could feel Mr. Afton’s gaze burning into the side of your face before his attention was pulled away by the little girl. She bravely approaches him, reaching out to tap a finger against his arm.

“Excuse me, Spring Bonnie.” She squeaks before pulling a folded up picture out of the chest pocket of her bright blue overalls. “I made you a drawing.” Spring Bonnie excitedly motions to the drawing, passing it off to you as he knelt down in front of her. He opens his arms signaling he was asking for a hug but he waited for Addie to make the first move. She nervously looks up at you for guidance, you give her a reassuring nod, silently signaling that it was okay. She slots herself into his arm, giving the suit a tight squeeze with her little arms. You unfold the drawing for Spring Bonnie to look at, your smaller, ungloved fingers a much better fit for the task. You hand it over to him, smiling as you watch the interaction of him silently fawning over her masterpiece that she made just for him, making Addie giggle. The drawing depicted Addie holding onto Spring Bonnie's hand, best friends scrawled across the bottom of the page in blocky purple letters.

“Addie, there you are!” You turn quickly to see a very worried looking mother making her way towards you. “I told you I'd come see Spring Bonnie with you honey, you didn't have to run off.” She chuckles, kneeling down as her daughter crashes into her arms. “See? I told you he wasn't going to be scary.”

“My new friend was a big help.” She beams up at you.

“Miss Addie was very brave. Thank you for coming to say hello to Mr. Spring Bonnie.” She runs up and gives the rabbit one last tight hug around his leg before heading off with her mother. You glanced up at the clock, realizing the scheduled 30 minutes was up you collected the two men and dismissed them to the back without much of a fuss. “Would you like any help Mr. Emily?” You ask as you take the Fredbear head from him, setting it gently on the workbench.

“I should be all set, Will might like your help though.” He nods in his co owner's direction. You noticed him struggling to take off the head, the thick, fabric fingers making it difficult for his hands to properly articulate.

“Would you like some help, Mr. Afton?” You ask sweetly.

“Please, these stupid gloves make it impossible to hold onto anything.” He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the mask, your body pressing into the Spring Bonnie suits plush stomach as you struggle to accommodate for your boss's massive stature. You push the head up enough for him to get a proper hold on it in order for it to be removed. He blinked a couple times as he left the dark confines of the head, continuing to squint as his eyes adjusted to the light. A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you pick up his glasses off of his work bench, unfolding the stems and presenting them neatly to him. His eyes drop to the gold wire frames, looking back at you with a charming lopsided smile that makes your heart pound. “Thank you rabbit.” He quickly pulls off one of his gloves to accept the item. Running his finger through his hair in an attempt to put back the sweaty tendrils that had fallen and stuck to his forehead. As he takes them from you he leans in slightly to whisper, “you know, if you wanted a kiss from Spring Bonnie you should've just asked.” Your cheeks grew warm, you stumble slightly over a toolbox on the floor, the loud clattering catching Mr. Emily’s attention.

“Well don't kill the poor girl.” He rushes to your side in order to steady you. “Honestly Will, the amount of times I've told you about leaving your tools around.” He continues to fuss over you for a moment, you reassured him you were just a bit startled by the noise. Your eyes met Mr. Afton’s, a playful glimmer in his gaze as he slowly trailed over your form. He shakes his head slightly, massaging the bridge of his nose under his glasses before quickly turning away. 

“I should probably get back to the floor.” You state softly, slowly backing up towards the door. You pause when Mr. Afton calls your name.

“Thanks for all the help today.” The corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile.

“Happy to help.” You noticed him pause briefly, it registering in his mind how he had said something similar in regards to your thanks earlier. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, letting your gaze linger on him for a bit longer than necessary before slipping out into the hallway.

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“She's not going to want some creepy old man flirting with her.” Henry mocks Will’s statement from earlier. “I don't know Will, she seems pretty sweet on you already.” Will didn't miss the mischievous smirk that quickly passed over his friend's features.

“Henry, don't you fucking dare.” He points an accusatory finger at him. “The last thing I need is for you getting your hands involved in my love life.” He grumbles.

Henry turns to Will, giving him an incredulous look. “Did we- did we witness the same attempt at you flirting earlier?”

“I'm rusty!” He snaps in response.

“Rusty isn't the word for it, my friend.” Henry chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans up against one of the workbenches along the wall. “I've been in a happy, loving marriage for almost thirty years, just saying.” He raises his hands in front of him innocently. Will just stares blankly back at him, waiting for Henry to whip out some punchline to prove he was fucking with him. He couldn't seriously be suggesting that he should ask you on a date. But he knew that look in Henry’s eyes, the pair had been best friends nearly their entire lives, it would be a hard detail to miss. Henry wasn't just serious about helping him flirt with you, he was excited, and an excitable Henry Emily is something Will adamantly tried to avoid. Henry sighs, seeing Will’s apprehension wasn't wavering in the slightest. “Listen, think what you want. You're too old to get back in the game, she's too young for you, whatever. But, Will, I wished you noticed how her eyes sparkle when she looks at you. I think that would give you all the confidence you need.” He jumps as his pager goes off, quickly pulling it from his belt. “Gotta run, problem at the front. Think on it for a while, okay?” Will cringes slightly as Henry slams the door behind him.

“Her eyes sparkle when she looks at me, huh?” Will chuckles, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “Henry, I think you're just a hopeless romantic.”

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Your fists shook from their position clenched at your side. Leaving parts and services behind you walked out onto the main floor only to find one of the new hostesses getting screamed at by an upset patron. You immediately rushed over to help, placing yourself in between the terrified teenager and the middle aged man who needed to learn some manners. You didn't even get through asking what the problem was before all his anger was directed at you. Apparently, the issue was that his beer had been knocked over by one of the dozens of children that raced around the establishment, and from the smell coming off of him you could tell he probably should've been cut off a while ago. “I expect to be compensated for the entire fucking visit. I am absolutely appalled at the state this place is in! Where's your manager, both of you need to be fucking fired for how poorly you treat customers.” At the threat of losing her job the hostess you had rescued started to cry. “See? They have fucking children running this place, ridiculous.”

“Sir, this conversation doesn't involve her anymore, I would appreciate it if you left her out of it.” Despite trying to keep your voice calm you couldn't hide the definitive snap of your anger bubbling up. Being here as long as you had, you’ve grown pretty close with most of the employees here. As cheesy as it sounds they were your family, and you would be damned if you were going to let this drunk asshole disrespect your family.

“Oh, all high and mighty over here, are we?” He waves his hands in front of him. “What? You want a fucking prize for trying to be a hero?” You heard Mr. Emily call your name from across the restaurant as he struggled to push through the crowd that had surrounded the commotion.

“What I want is for the drunk in front of me to stop berating one of my hostesses-” You were cut off, wincing away as he swung to strike you across the face. Much to your surprise the slap never came. You turned back to the man, ready to beat him to the ground, but it appeared that someone had beaten you to the punch, literally.

William Afton was on top of the man in the blink of an eye. Hauling his short, fat frame from the floor by his collar, leaving the man's toes barely skimming the neon patterned carpet. The man let out a shocked sound and began to protest, whatever clever response he had dreamed up died in his throat as a deep guttural growl left your boss. He slams the man up against the wall, you struggle to stop yourself from laughing as you watch him attempt to stretch himself to the floor. “Apparently, we need a crash course in how to keep our hands to ourselves.” Mr. Afton snarls.

“If it wasn't for the fact that she-” he quickly raises an arm to point at you.

“If you don't want to lose that finger I suggest you drop it.” His tone was dangerous, something you had never seen from him before. You were finally snapped from your trance by Mr. Emily gently shakes your shoulder and calls your name.

“Honey, come on. Come sit down in my office, just let him handle this.” He fusses over you as he leads you towards the back of the restaurant. The muffled, far off sound of Mr. Afton’s voice as he yelled at the man who had tried to assault you was drowned out when the door slammed shut behind you. You thudded into the cushions of the couch in his office, he pulled a bottle of water out of the mini fridge under his desk, handing it over to you and instructing you to drink it slowly. He quickly hurried out of the office once again, leaving you to sit in silence. You scrunched up your face uncomfortably, the painful thudding of your heart against your ribs finally registering. You felt a tear drip off your jaw and onto your lap, it took you a moment to realize you were crying. The door to Mr. Emily’s office opened softly, you looked over to find Mr. Afton peering around the door.

“Don’t look at me like that, you look like you’re about to apologize for something.” You attempt to joke to lighten the mood.

“Of course I’m going to apologize, rabbit, this happened on my watch.” He tries to argue.

“It’s not your fault that guy’s a douchebag.” He cautiously takes a few steps closer to you, kneeling down in front of your position seated on the couch.

“He didn’t get his hands on you, did he?” You shake your head, eyes trailing down to your lap. He chewed the inside of his cheek as his eyes traced over the terrified expression that had settled itself on your face.

You sniff, smiling up at him through teary eyes. “He probably hits like a bitch anyways.” He chuckles, pushing some stray hair out of your face. You sniff, “that was just really scary.” He tuts quietly, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I’m going to kill him if I ever see again.” He grumbles. “No one hurts my rabbit.” Your eyes widened slightly as your cheeks grew warm. He cradles you against him for a moment, your body easily relaxing in his arms.

You jump as Mr. Emily bursts back into the room. “He managed to squeak out before I could call the cops.” He huffs. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine Mr. Emily, promise.” You attempt to reassure him. He sighs, still eying you with a worried expression.

“Will, drive her home, make sure she gets something to eat.” He waves at his friend. “I’m giving you the rest of the weekend off with pay, go rest up.”

“Oh, Mr. Emily you don’t have to-”

“Weekend! With pay! This is non-negotiable, young lady!” He exclaims dramatically. 

“Come on rabbit.” Will chuckles, helping you up off the sofa. “Let’s get you something to eat.” Your hand lingers in his for a little longer than necessary, his striking silver eyes scanning over your features. You opened the door to Mr. Emily’s office only to find all of your coworkers crowded around outside. They all froze at the sight of Mr. Afton, knowing how bad it looked that they all had abandoned the floor. He sighs, glancing down at you and back up at them. “She’s okay. If any of you see that guy around here again you come tell me or Mr. Emily, he’s permanently banned from Freddy’s.” You feel the warmth of his palm spread across your back as he places a hand in between your shoulders. “I just wish we could've done more to teach that asshole a lesson.”

“Mr. Afton, you literally threw him out into the parking lot. If Mer hadn't stopped you it seemed like you probably would've handled the job pretty well.” One of the cooks chuckles only to be met with a collective murmur of approval from the group.

“Unfortunately, no matter how much I would've loved to watch you beat that guy into the pavement, it wouldn't be worth getting you locked up.” You glanced up at him only to find a semi surprised expression on his face. This was the first time he had witnessed such unwavering respect from all of his employees. Your attention is drawn to Meredith as she says your name, “you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I should be okay.” Your cheeks grew warm as you continued to explain the situation. “Mr. Afton’s going to drive me home.” You scanned over the group. “Where's Katie?” You watched a few of them shuffle out of the way as she was shoved to the front, her cheeks stained with tears as she looked down at the floor.

“It's all my fault that guy tried to hit you, I'm so sorry.” She sniffles.

“Hey,” you grab her gently by the shoulder, “that guy was a douchebag, I want to make sure you're okay.” At your genuine concern she broke down again, pulling you into a hug as she apologized repeatedly.

“Ryan, she comes in with you right?” Mr. Afton asks her boyfriend, who nods. “Both of you get out of here, I'll fix your time cards.” He nods to the doors. “The rest of you get back to the floor.” There was a hurried bunch of yessir’s and affirmative sounds as they hurried back out to their positions, Ryan taking Katie out the back door so they could leave. “Right, now that everyone knows you're okay,” the two of you share a laugh at all your coworkers' concern, “how about we go get something to eat, if that's alright with you.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” You smile at him, allowing him to lead you outside. He seemed nervous as he fumbled his keys from his pocket, nearly dropping them on the ground in the process. “What kind of food do you like?” He asks as he slides into the driver's seat next to you.

“I'm not picky, whatever works for me.” You reassure him. He grips the steering wheel tightly, swallowing thickly before turning to look at you.

“At the risk of sounding like an absolute creep, would you like to come back to my house so I can cook for you?” At the question your heart began to pound in your chest. He wanted you to come back to his house with him?

“You want to cook for me?” You couldn't stop a smile from lacing its way across your lips as you repeated the question back to him. “Why?”

“All the restaurants around here are pretty shitty,” he responds with a chuckle, “I happen to know my way around the kitchen pretty well… only if that's something you're comfortable with, of course.”

“If it's not too much trouble, Mr. Afton-”

“Will… you, um, you can call me Will.” His silver eyes met yours, your breath freezing in your lungs. “And it's no trouble at all. I'm looking forward to spending time with you.” He admits with a lopsided grin. You let out a flustered giggle before responding.

“I am too.” Will didn’t miss the nervous excitement in your tone. 

You pulled down the long gravel driveway, the thick fir trees acting as a tunnel that eventually opened to reveal a modest, pale yellow colonial tucked away nicely into the wilderness. “It must be nice not having to worry about neighbors.” You chuckle.

“What can I say? I like my privacy.” He jokes in response. You stick close to him as you head onto the porch, every snapping branch making you jump as you wait for him to unlock the door. “Don’t worry rabbit, I won’t let anything hurt you.” He promises with a coy smile. He pushes the door open, motioning for you to walk in ahead of him. Will’s house was furnished simply, there wasn’t much decoration outside of the basic necessities. A well loved, comfortable looking couch and matching loveseat sat around a well kept fireplace, from the fresh logs that sat inside it appeared to have been used recently. The walls were completely bare, painted a pale sage green with ivory trim, a stark contrast from his fellow co owner who practically had an entire family album strewn across his desk. “It’s not much–” 

“It’s cozy, I like it.” You reassure him with a soft smile.

“Well…” he starts, “It definitely feels a lot more like a home with you in it.” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, your eyes meeting Will’s the instant the words tumbled from his lips. “You know, I just… I just don’t have company that often… it feels more like a home when there’s someone besides just me here.” He laughs awkwardly. You let out a shy giggle, your gaze quickly trailing to the floor.

“I’ll have to make this more than a one time visit then.” He takes your hand in his, gingerly bringing your knuckles to his lips, his thumb trailing over your skin, dulling the electric buzz that ran through your fingers from the small gesture.

“I’d really like that rabbit.” Your cheeks grow warm, the two of you exchanging a soft smile as he guides you in the direction of the kitchen.

“How would you like me to help?” Will gives you a shocked look, studying you carefully as a playful grin laces its way across his lips.

He can’t help but chuckle as he watches you roll up your sleeves, your usual bubbliness radiating from behind whatever nerves you were currently experiencing. “You want to help me cook?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Will laughs at your blunt response.

“Alright,” he holds up his hands in defeat, “no need to get so hostile.” You felt yourself relax as laughter of your own bubbled up in your throat. Your eyes met his, warmth spreading through your chest as butterflies erupted in your stomach. In that moment it really settled in just how right all of this felt.

Will sat across from you at the small, circular dining room table, a cluster of randomly assorted scented candles served as your lighting. You swirled around the dark red wine you held in your hand before taking a sip, Will was completely captivated as he watched the glass come to rest against your lips. “Thank you for dinner.” You speak up after a few moments of silence.

“I should be thanking you,” he says with a chuckle, “you were a big help.” The way his silver eyes seemed to almost glow in the dim light made your heart race, he looked at you with such fondness in his expression. “Rabbit, you look very beautiful tonight.”

You can’t help but giggle at his compliment, your cheeks growing warm as his gaze holds you in place. “Thank you Will.” You trail a finger around the rim of your glass, struggling to keep the dumb smile off your face.

“You’re blushing.” He remarks with a proud smirk.

“I am not!” You respond immediately, your flustered tone not masked in the slightest by your loud laughter. He just simply smiles, his gaze trailing over your features, mapping out every single curve and angle. You glanced at the clock, letting out a regretful sigh when you realized how late it had gotten. “I should probably get heading home.”

“Wow, when did it get so late?” He remarks in awe, finally noticing the time as well. “I’m sorry to have kept you–” The words die in his throat as he feels the warmth of your much smaller hands slowly cover his own.

“I had a really nice time with you tonight, Will.” The comment hung in the air for a moment as he thought of how to respond.

“Maybe… Maybe we could do this again sometime then?” His voice came out softly, barely more than a murmur, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of you gently holding his hand in your own.

“I’d like that.” You respond in a similar tone. You let your thumb slowly trail over his, the callouses he had built up over years of hard manual labor were rough under your fingertips. You reluctantly pulled your hand back, folding it neatly in your lap with the other.

The ride back to your house was spent in a tense silence, neither of you knowing exactly what to say at the moment. Your chest tightens as he shifts the car into park, you notice out of the corner of your eye how his mouth falls open to speak but no words come out at first. You turn to face him, prepared to say your goodbye for the evening, but your voice died in your throat when your eyes met his. He scanned over your face, his gaze eventually landing on your lips. For a brief moment the thought of how his scruff would feel as he kissed you flashed through your mind, how warm his hand would be against your cheek as he pulled you in closer. You shook the idea off before you could entertain it any further.

“I guess I will see you next week.” Every word tumbled slowly from his lips, not wanting to have to leave you a moment sooner than necessary.

“Unfortunately Mr. Emily seemed pretty serious about the whole weekend with pay, so next week it is.” You laugh demurely.

“If you need anything, you give me a call, okay?” You swallow thickly at his husky tone.

You nod, “okay.” You reach for the handle on the door, hesitating as your fingers wrap around the cool metal. Will began to fidget with the radio as he struggled to keep his eyes off of you, the soft crackling the only sound to break up the otherwise deafening silence. In one swift movement, you turned, lips landing on Will’s cheek. He sat motionless as you pulled back, his jaw hung slack in shock as he tried to process what had just happened. “Goodnight, Will.” You whisper as you hurriedly open the door.

“Goodnight, rabbit.” He can’t help but let his eyes trail after you as you stand, drinking in one last sight of you before you have to part ways. Both of you are already dreading the eternity of spending the weekend apart.

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Silence fell in the house as you sat at the kitchen table. It had just two chairs directly across from each other- one for you and one for your Fiance, William. You stared at the table, hearing the quiet buzz through your ears. You heard a car door shut outside, ‘It must be William.’ you thought, getting up from your seat and padding down the stairs to the front door. You peeked out the window that was by the door, you saw him getting his work bag from the other side of the car., grabbing his work bag and a plastic bag. You wondered what he could possibly have inside of the bag, you shrugged it off as you opened the door for him. He trotted up the stairs, looking up to see your face.

“Good afternoon love,” William greeted you, his rough hands coming to your soft face caressing your cheek and dragging his long, boney finger down your lip. He kissed you softly. You smiled into the short kiss. “How was work?” You asked as he held onto your waist, walking you both into the house. “It was horrible today, Henry burnt up the circuit board for one of my animatronics.” He sighed softly as he climbed the carpeted stairs, his shoes leaving slight prints as he walked. “Aw. I hope you can get it working, who’s circuit board?” You questioned, “Chica, I was working on a Fun Time variant for her.” He replied, sitting his two bags down on the small dining table. “Ohh, well I just put dinner in the oven. It’ll be ready soon.” You looked up into his dark silver eyes, admiring the way your kitchen's light illuminated them. “Hm, alright, love. What did you make?” He asked, slipping his tie out of its knot. “Oh, I just made some lemon-pepper chicken cutlets. Do you want something else with it?” You walked behind the large island in the middle of the kitchen. “No, what you’ve already made is fine.” He sighed heavily as he trapesed into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

You smiled, leaning over the counter just watching as he did so. You noticed that his shoes were still on so you walked in and stood in front of him. “It looks like you’ve had a bad day. May I take your shoes off?” You watched as he chuckled, “Yes dear,” You untied the several loops that were tied on the shoe and took it off placing it on the floor by his other foot, you then did the same to the other shoe. “Thanks, honey.” He lovingly cracked a smile at the fact you noticed that his shoes needed to be taken off, such a diligent, wonderful partner he had. William patted his leg, “Why don’t we sit here and watch the news before dinner is ready?” He extended his hand to you, you latched onto it and pulled yourself up into his lap. He breathed heavily as you found a comfortable position on his groin. “You alright?” You asked, leaning into his chest as your head found its way to the crook of his neck- fitting together like a puzzle piece.

He gulped, “Yeah, I’m alright, love.” He smooched the top of your head as you lay on him, eyes focused on the tv. You two were sitting there until the six o’clock news was practically over. Just then the oven sounded a beep. “A-ah!” You exclaimed, it scared you right up out of his warm embrace. All he did was chuckle as he moved so you could get up off the couch. You laughed embarrassed and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. “How many pieces do you want?” You asked as you got the green oven mitts from their holder, “Four,” He replied, watching you bend and get the metal plate from the oven. You plated four pieces of chicken for him and then three for you, “Come on, it's on the table,” You said as you swiftly placed them in front of each chair, then went back over the sink to wash your hands. William sneaked up behind you just as the water started to become warm. “Since you made dinner, let me help you,” He's a tall, slender figure hugging yours as he grabs your warm hands. moving them under the water and then pumping the sweet lavender-scented soap that you always used. He lathered both of your hands with the soap as well as his, then guided them back under the water, rinsing them clean. You smiled brightly, “Thank you,” You nodded as he lingered pressed against your back for a few seconds just enjoying your two bodies being pressed together in such a way as this.

He released you from his grip as he pulled your chair out, “My love, take a seat.” He bowed playfully as you sat down. You rolled your eyes at his antics, at least he wasn’t all bummed about the circuit board. He sat down across from you, reaching for your hand and grabbing it firmly. He rubbed his rough finger pads against your knuckles in a circular motion. “Your skin is so perfect my love,” He relished the way your hands fit so perfectly into his larger ones. Your breath shuddered, you went to speak but nothing came out. William shushed you, “Let us eat, my darling- Since the sooner we do we’ll see what's in that bag~” He teased letting your hands go. You began to get even more curious about the bag that sat on the table, it almost taunted you. You just smiled and began to eat your chicken, William ate his as well, quickly devouring the first two. His eyes darted from you and back the bag a few times, “Aren’t you just dying to see what's in there?” He practically giggled. You breathed out and swallowed your bite, “No, but I can’t say I’m not just a tiny bit curious about it,” You went back to eating as Williams' eyes watched. “I’ll give you a hint.” He intertwined his fingers, folding his hands in front of his chest like a true businessman. You sighed playfully, He spoke slowly to you- “It’s messy, it’s sweet, and it’s oh so good.” He smirked, ``You shook your head, “I don’t know what it could be,” You ate your last bite. William just laughed, “Fair enough,” He went back to basically inhale the rest of his chicken.

You looked at the bag and pondered on what it could be. He rolled his eyes at you, “I feel like we’ll have fun with this.” He rocked his feet on the floor in excitement. You raised a brow, “Fun you say?” You pester. “Yes, we will have so much fun.” He moved the bag in front of him to reveal a rather large, white, and red frilled cake. You stared, “It’s a cake?” You questioned not sure how you could have ‘so much fun with a cake. “Yes, it's a cake. Your favorite too.” He winked jokingly, you laughed. “Go get me a knife I’ll cut it for us.” He ordered you, you complied and got a dull knife and handed it to him carefully. He smirked and licked down the knife, eyeing you sitting form in the chair. “What are you doing?” You asked, watching him slide the blade down his tongue. “Nothing much, dear.” He just stabbed right into the middle of the cake, destroying the perfect frills and design. You cringed, but then the strong smell of vanilla hit your nostrils. The next thing you see is William gathering up a bit of cake in his hand, catapulting it toward your face. You shriek and try to dodge but all is futile as the sweet smell and sticky texture hit just under your eye then, dripping down your lips. William laughed obviously a bit too excitedly. “William! You’re one lucky man that it didn’t get on my shirt..!” You complained as you went to scrape the cake off of your face but as in the speed of a second Williams, a hand grabbed yours putting it above your head. “Don’t do that- my love, you’ll take my fun away.” A devilish smirk spread across his mouth as he licked his teeth. You shivered at the sight of him gripping your hand and his eyes as big as the moon- sometimes you wondered how you ended up engaged to this strange guy, but you were thankful for him, the way he was stoic one moment and being doltish the next. He brings his mouth to your hand, licking the icing clean off, all while staring into your eyes. Your face flushed red as you felt his warm salvia coating your fingers. “You..I- '' You blurted out, he hushed you with his lips crashing into yours- the taste of his kiss was sickeningly sweet, you savored each moment of this. He pulled away from the kiss and laughed to himself. Then sliding his already sweet tongue over the rest of the icing on your face.

You were so flustered at this point, he watched as your mouth turned into a shit-eating grin. You dashed back to the table and grabbed a handful of the cake smashing it onto his cheek- it slid down his neck and dripped onto his chest a little. “Look at this mess you made darling, best clean it up right?” His hot breath gushed on your face as he stooped down to your height. “Why should I?” You joked as you smeared the icing all over his collar bone that was slightly exposed from his usual formal shirt. His eyes narrowed, “Lick it all up.” He commanded, your heart burned slightly from the harshness of his voice. You nodded as you stood on your tippy-toes to lap the icing and bits of cake from his cheek. You slurped down his sharp jawline, running over it teasingly- he groaned his Adam's apple bobbed as you inched further and further down his neck suckling at it trying to clean the mess up as best as you could. You stopped and looked up at him, his eyes were squinted. “Keep going, you missed a spot.” He reached to grab you and guide you to his collarbone, where the last of the icing was- you loved the way he treated you like you were nothing but a helpless puppy who doesn’t know what to do. You slinked down to his collarbone and steadily licked it all off. William looked down at you, “Good job my love.” He praised you for ruffling your hair.

He pulled your body into him, you could feel his excited heartbeat slow down to its normal pace as he sighed out. “See how much fun we can have when I’m not so busy with work?” He wiggled his eyebrow. “Yeah, I see.” You embraced him and nuzzled your head into him. “I love you, my darling.” His voice dulled, “You’re getting sleepy aren’t you?” You asked rubbing his arm to keep him awake. “A bit I suppose.” You smiled against him. “Let me run us a bath, hm?” He nodded simply as you walked the older man into your shared bathroom. He leaned against the tile wall and watched you with his tired eyes. “All of that play tired you out huh?” You teased at him, “Quiet, you.” He chuckled sheepishly, bringing his hand to his eyes trying to rub the fatigue out of them. “You know, You’re getting quite old. It’s expected.” Your hand slid under the water, making sure it was just right for the both of you. He was silent, as he just watched you prepare the bath. “You should really take some time off work. I’d love to have a cake fight again.~” Smiling you poured some bubbles into the bath. “Me too, love. I think it's time for me to mellow out from working anyway soon.” He admitted, “Let’s not dull the mood.” You undressed and stepped into the deep clawfoot bath, William soon followed after slipping off his clothes as well- You grabbed his hand being sure he didn’t slip as he lowered his slender, tall frame into the bath. He kissed your hand as you relaxed against his chest, the water hitting your chest as it sloshed back and forth. There the both of you sat, in the warm water, snuggled up against each other, in comfortable silence.

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guys i think he's angry

[confiscatedpeaches]

Can I request William finally letting the reader in- realising he's safe with them, and being a tiny bit soft?

(Maybe he loses his temper or something gets too much?)

🥺

Yes! omg this is so cute I about melted in my chair.

When you returned home from work, you found William crying by himself in the living room. Quickly, he wiped away most of his tears, but you recognized the red puffiness of his eyes and cheeks. You move to sit next to him on the couch, but he stands up and walks into the kitchen. You follow him, determined to find out what was wrong.

"Will? What's wrong?" You ask.

"It's fine. It doesn't matter. Leave me alone."

He walks out the kitchen and into the bedroom you share together.

"Will please, just tell me what's-"

He slams bedroom the door in your face.

"Just go away! I never needed you anyways!"

Standing outside of your bedroom door you felt yourself beginning to shed tears. You open up your phone and recognize the date. It's the anniversary of Elizabeth's death. A pit forms in your stomach. Everything inside of you is calling for you to comfort and help him. He has every right to grieve, but when he pushes you away it just hurts. Being home all alone on his day off must have sent him down a downward spiral of grief and despair. Your heart ached for him.

From inside the bedroom you could hear him sob and bawl out his eyes. He was muttering to himself, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. You know that if you open the door he might just push you away again, but you had to try because you loved him. Even if he rejects you again, you still need to let him know that he is loved and safe with you.

You creak open the door to a dimly lit bedroom. His back is against you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, his muttering becomes clearer.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry love. I didn't mean it. I was just pushing you away to protect myself.

Your heart twists up inside. A realization hits you; he was afraid of losing you, so he rejected you to protect himself from further heartbreak. He doesn't notice you walk in.

"Will, It's okay, I understand. I love you, please don't hurt yourself anymore over this. I am here for you. Please don't push me out of your life."

He turns. Face even puffier than before, snot coming out of his nose, he manages to speak through his tears.

"Love? I'm sorry, please forgive me. I feel so terrible."

His words are interrupted by sobs and sniffles.

"I don't want to lose you, please forgive me my dear."

You walk over to him, wrap your arms around him and pull him close.

"I forgive you, it's okay. I am here for you. I am never leaving you, okay? I promise to stay with you as long as you'll let me. I love and cherish each moment we have together." You say between kisses and cuddles.

He stops crying and pulls you in even closer.

"Is forever okay?" He whispers.

You giggle.

"Yes, forever is okay."

He pauses, as if to think about something.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to just propose to you y/n. It's just... I love you so very much. So much that it's hard to let you in sometimes. I'm afraid I'll hurt you, and you'll leave me. Or that you'll hurt me too."

"Will... I understand. We might not get along all the time, but I am so happy to be with you. I feel so loved and cared for by you. Every day that I get spend with you is wonderful. You are my best friend, and I will always be here for you."

He kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Will."

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Can we get some fluff or smut hc of janitor! Steve Raglan and femreader for when it snows on campus and Reader has a hard time staying warm? Its cold af rn and the weather has me thinking..Anywho, Pretty please and thank you!!

A/N: Thank you for the ask, I thought this was pretty cute! Not fem specific so this can be applied to anyone. No warnings, just fluff ahead :)

Steve lived a longgg time ago (not that long but yk) and I don't imagine him to be very rich, so he knows a little something about having to cut corners and cheat the system

He sees you bringing out your warmest sweaters, biggest blankets and taking trips to the thrift store to see what you can find, it kinda makes him sad but he thinks it's cute tbh

As always with Steve it starts off with the small things, knocking on your door to see if you need a hot water bottle

Checking your heating and giving unsolicited (but needed) advice on thermals and flooring...Boring shit, but he just likes being around you

It's a give and take relationship, he helps you and you always offer him coffee

Sometimes he brings you your favourite drink in the mornings/late at night while he asks about your day

Making jokes about you having 'cold hands, warm heart'. You laugh it off and mention something about wearing gloves and he's like 'Noo you can't be mean, you're too sweet :3' DUMB CUTE SHIT TO MAKE YOU LAUGH

Not a warm hc but I can imagine him building a snowman/something out of snow and telling you to look out the window see it in the morning...He's a goofy dad at heart

Bringing you dinner!! I imagine he eats shitty tv meals or sandwiches (bc he can't cook that well) so once in a while he brings takeout

Would totally buy you a heater if you asked. He only spends money on himself so he's dying to spoil you

'Cuddling'/ 'There's only one blanket' trope - Sharing the couch with him whilst you watch TV or whatever. He's a big guy and he radiates alot of heat naturally

If you like the idea of him with a dad bod he's DEFINITELY warm and cosy 👀

Bringing you his old jumpers and sweats to wear

POSSIBLY inviting you to his one night, because he has a 'fireplace' - He does, but that's not the only reason ;)