William sat up. "Fuck.. Where am I?" He mumbled. Then, his memories came back to him all at once.
He groggily got out of bed and slipped out of the slightly ajar door. Y/n was already awake. "Mornin' Will." They said, not taking their eyes off of the stove in front of them.
"Morning." A lazy smile slipped onto his tired face. He felt at home here for some reason. "I'm cooking breakfast. Hope you don't mind it American style, you British fuck." William deadpanned. "What, do you think I'm gonna like? Beans on toast?"
"Yes?" Y/n responded teasingly with a small smirk.
"Someone help me." He sighed. "I doubt that'll ever happen. You're stuck with me." They said triumphantly.
"Well damn. That's unfortunate." He said in a nonchalant voice. "Just go to the damn table. Food's almost done." They grumbled, a fake pout on their face.
"M'kay." He said, his exhaustion clear in his voice.
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While they were eating breakfast, Y/n abruptly stopped and asked, "Hey, Will?"
"Yeah?" He said, perking up a bit.
"You ready to go home, or do you wanna stay for a while longer?" They asked.
William just shrugged. He didn't want to see Clara after last night, though he did want to see Michael. Then again, he didn't know if he'd be able to face him so soon.
Hell, he didn't know if Mike even wanted to see him again. William didn't doubt that he heard his and Clara's 'conversation' last night. He was probably overthinking this.. Goddammit.
"I don't think I can.. Clara may get mad-" He was explaining when, "Fuck that bitch! If she wants to be a gaslighting, guilt-tripping, manipulative, cunt, let her! But don't deal with it the house you bought,"
Y/n continued their rant, "Kick her ass out of the house. Hell, get a divorce! I doubt your kid likes her either. She sounds like an abusive parent with what you've told me!"
Their tone softened and slowed. "What's to lose at this point?" They had a good argument, though, William didn't want to admit it out loud. He still felt like he was the one in the wrong, even though from every other perspective, it wasn't the case.
"I still don't know Y/n.. What about Mike?"
"You can go home and see Michael. I understand he's your son and you care about him. I can't just tell you to not see your child. But again, try and get a divorce with Clara. She's being a piece of shit and I care about you too much to just let you allow her to continue being the way she is to you," y/n's voice was sympathetic and calm. They continued, "Let's finish breakfast then you can get ready to go home." Y/n ended with a gentle smile. William just nodded.
"It just dawned on me, Will what the fuck are you gonna wear?" Y/n said realization finally coming to them. "Maybe I could borrow some from you?" William ended with a shrug.
"I don't know for sure if I have something that'll fit you." They huffed. "Look at me. I may be tall, but I'm thin as fuck."
"True, true. Let me go check real quick. But don't blame me if they're too short!" William sighed in a joking manner. "Fine."
Turns out they underestimated how long Y/n's clothes would be. They actually fit well.
They got to the house. "Damn it." "What is it this time?" Y/n asked with an impassive look on their face. "I don't want to deal with Clara." He sighed.
"Too late now!"
They got out, went around the car, and dragged him out. "If you want your problems to go away, you gotta face them head-on!"
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The only time I announce Im gonna be publishing again and I do It late!
Sorry, this was such a short chapter. I made too many planned chapters and I needed to stretch the rest of this into the next one.
Still hope you enjoyed though! Have a nice day.
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You're My Drug ♡ ... (William Afton x Reader) ... (On Hold)
FanficWilliam's mental state wasn't the best.. His wife was abusive and manipulative. His two youngest kids were dead, and he was sure everyone else also hated him. Until you came along. You made him feel loved and cared about, even if you two were jus...
