Daddy Issues | William Afton × Reader

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After leaving the Aftons that day, the existence of supermarkets and Fredbear's Family Diner, my temporary(?) workplace, made me shiver. Maybe there was a line in the contract suggesting that "from now on, you'll forever be a part of the community", but it implied having William Afton as my boss which was more of a frightening thing than anything else. Though I should have read the papers more attentively.

Oh my fucking god.

Coming back to work made my limbs tremble in worry and excitement, recalling the incident that took place on the next day after Michael's brithday party. What will William say? How is he going to act? There was nothing I could say for certain. I had my new skirt on, perhaps he'll react to it in some way. Or not. Wouldn't like the second possibility to be taken into account, honestly.

Nonetheless, I was surprised unplesantly. A witty remark was expected, I even dared to wish he'd compliment me. But no. He walked past as if I was a ghost. It was painfully reminding me of some stupid teenage drama; I couldn't help but feel worthless.

We kissed. He insisted on this. And now he's ignoring me. Splendid.

If it was a brilliant mechanism of making me fall for him even more, he has succeeded. Because later that day I grew impatient, eager to find out the cause of his reaction.

My knuckles hesitantly moved towards the door, I took a deep breath in and knocked at it before taking a couple of tentative steps in.

- Didn't I just, - he supported his head with his plam, then his eyes rapidly parted from the desk to land on me, - oh, hi, Y/N.

- William... Erm, - for a moment I got totally lost as I didn't even think this through - what was I going to tell him?

"I want your attention"?

"I need reassurance"?

"Please love me"?

- Go on, but be concrete. I don't have all day to you, - the man was clearly more interested in what was on the monitor.

- Why didn't you greet me? It was quite impolite of you, sir.

- You were there? Sorry, my brain's floating off from time to time, - his eyes were still glued to the screen.

- William.

- Mnh?

He gave me a curious look, finally parting from the PC. Standing still became unbearable, each cell of my body ached with pure hatred towards the fact that I was dithering.

- Can I have some of your time?

His eyebrows curled in a mocking manner, he seemed to be constraining a laugh.

- You're just like Elizabeth, Y/N.

My cheeks reddened fiercly. The other part of me was content with his response, though; the man's amusement was understandable, he was finally in a good mood.

- Come here, - he patted on his lap.

- I'm not seven, - even if I was willing to, I would be unable to finish the quite original thought of mine as William's words followed quickly.

- Come here.

Rolling my eyes, I proceeded to the desk. The move was outrageous, embarrassing. His thighs were slim, almost skeletal, making sitting on his lap quite uncomfortable. I was held firmly, though, so sliding off wasn't really an option.

- What is that thing even? - he rubbed small circles on my thigh, his slender fingers picking up the material of the newly bought piece of clothing.

- A skirt.