Immortal love - William afton x reader

1987-I hate you

We pulled up to a middle class home, parking in the driveway. "Uhm.. where are we..?" I asked, blinking tiredly."my home." He said, opening the car door. "HUH?!" I pop up.

William opens my car door, holding it open for me. I quickly stood and looked at him. "Why am I here?" I snarl. He sighs in annoyance. "You live alone, and the doctors said you had to have someone with you for a few weeks." He rolled his eyes, towering over my figure.

"So let me get this straight, they trusted the guy that tried to murder me to help me?!? The justice system is seriously fucked!" I complain, pushing past Dave and walking to the door. He laughs softly and walks close behind. He takes out his keys and opens the door, slipping off his fancy work shoes and putting down his briefcase.

He also takes off his jacket and places it on a hanger. His tie is loosened, he has fitted black dress pants, and a white button up shirt that is unbuttoned at the top. He ruffles his hair a bit and walks off to what I'm assuming is the kitchen. I plop down on his couch and look around. There seemed to be a lot of purple.. Williams favorite.. I smiled at the thought and Dave suddenly walked in.

In his hands he held 2 beers. He handed me one and sat next to me on the couch. I looked at him funny. "What..?" He asked. "Why did you give me this..?" I asked, confused.

"To shove up ur ass." He said in a serious tone. "Wha-"   "To drink you fucking idiot." He rolled his eyes again. "God, you have an attitude today." I said, mimicking his face. "Well maybe it's because you hit me in the head with a mettle arm." He glared. "..speaking of which... where is your scar?" I say, staring at his head.

He quickly brings his hand up to his head, covering the spot the scar used to sit. "Uhm.. I'm just a quick healer.." he laughs nervously. "Uh-huh." I give him a look. "What?! Your the one who healed 5 stab wounds in 1/2 days!" He said, getting up in my face. "Wow, I wonder who GAVE me those wounds!!" I yell back, getting closer to him.

We suddenly hear some static on the tv and become aware of our surroundings, and we quickly turn away and scoff. "Just drink the beer.." Dave grunts. "Fine.." I mumble.

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A few hours later I had drank quite a few beers.maybe one, two, six, I've honestly lost count. I was very tipsy, and I knew it. But William seemed to be perfectly normal. I guess he can tolerate alcohol more than me.

But when I'm drunk, I tend to get very giggly and I talk A LOT. Got it from my dad, sadly. "You have pretty eyes" I coo, staring into Dave eyes. "Huh?" He says, getting snapped out of some trance.

"I said, you have pretty eyes." I smile. "O-oh.. thanks." He says nervously(?). "You remind me of- William.." I yawn. "Oh really?" He asks. "Yes. I wish I could see him one last time.. I never got to really- say goodbye.." I sigh.

Dave frowns, then suddenly stands. "Y/n. I would love to know all of your secrets to tease you about later, but your oversharing, and I'd rather not deal with an upset you in the morning. Lets get you to bed." He says. I groan like a child getting candy taken away as William picks me up and walks to a spare room. I hit the bed and immediately pass out.

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3:30AM

I woke up. I had always had sleeping issues, the only thing that made me sleep was alcohol. Which, had wore off by now. I stood up and walked downstairs to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I was always quite thirsty at night.

I tiptoed down the stairs and scrambled into the kitchen, pouring the glass and putting in ice (which was extremely loud). while I was drinking the cold substance, I felt a strong presence behind me (i smelt cologne and cigarettes).

I turned to see a shirtless William. I stare at his toned abbs but quickly shake my head. "Why are you up?" I ask, looking up at the man. "Working. I could ask you the same." He shrugged. "Working?! At 3AM?! What is wrong with you??" I ask, giving him a dirty look and turning back around.

"Aww, is y/n concerned for me??" He mocks. I quickly turn back, swinging my index finger in his face. "I would NEVER care about you." I say in a low but (mostly) sarcastic tone. "Oh you don't mean that, all woman love me." He smirks.

"Well I guess I'm a man." I scoff. This guy couldn't possibly be more full of himself!! "You love me and you know it." He chuckled. "No, actually quite the opposite. I HATE you." I grin.

"Is that so?" He smirks even wider. "Yes it is. in-fact, I despise you." I grit my teeth slightly. "I'm sorry I'm not understanding." Dave said in a fake innocent tone. I sigh. "Alright then I'll elaborate." I say, fixing my posture.

"I want you to know this in the most vile, offensive, rude, mean, and awful way. I loathe you. Every breath you take makes me even more angry at you. There will never be a universe where we are even semi-partners. If I had two choices, to be your
'acquaintance' or to eat my own bloody, pulsating alive, heart, I'd choose the second option.
Because at least my heart doesn't tick and manipulate people into believing I'm an trustworthy kind man  then leave them to drown in a melancholy pit of despair and utter disgust. You are so incredibly melodramatic. You are always the victim of an awful situation that you caused out of pure boredom. And I'm already sick of it. I'm sick of being pragmatic towards you, and I'm sick of being reasonable. You fill my head with absolute detest, And I want you and that feeling gone from it. William James Afton, I. Hate. You." I spat.

The man looked at me with wide eyes as I stared back. But.. I suddenly realized I had called Dave William. "I- I meant Dave.." I slurred out. He looked at me with a blank judging expression, and suddenly got very close to my face.

"Do you hate me? Or do I just remind you of the lover that abandoned you?" He whispered in my ear. I shivered and looked over at the face next to me. He looked into my eyes and suddenly got even closer, but I turned away.

"I think it's time for me to get back to bed, Dave." I mumble. He fixes his posture and dusts off his shirt. "Right." He mumbles out. "Goodnight y/n." He sighs as he walks out to what I'm assuming is his garage.

I can't possibly be falling in-love again.. William was my soulmate! My only lover! I swore never to love again.. but.. I just can't help but feel and embrace the butterflies in my stomach and the pounding sensation in my chest. I'm in love with a psychopath! Great y/n, great!