You're My Drug ♡ ... (William Afton x Reader) ... (On Hold)

Catching Up-[12/19/1985]

It'd been almost seven months since you and William last met up.

It had also been a while since you'd talked to each other. About four months.

It hadn't been much, just a small note briefly explaining that he'd been caught up in something legal and wouldn't be able or have time to talk to you for a good while.

The letter also mentioned that he'd explain what happened in more detail the next time he saw you.

The last time you two had met up, when you, him, and Mike went to the theater and bowling rink together, had been in late May. Now it was the bitter, cold month of December.

It wasn't too far into the month, a little past the halfway point, so it wasn't super cool, though cold for a place like Hurricane, Utah.

The temperature was reaching for around 35 - 40 degrees, and the high, whistling winds outside made it all the worse. As of now, you were hunched over the stove in the kitchen with a fuzzy blanket draped over your shoulders while you cooked yourself a meal.

You didn't fancy having to pay an upwards of an extra 700 dollars for rent to pay for heat in your place. It was relatively warm in your apartment already, with the blanket at least, so you'd be fine.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander while you cooked. It was such a mindless action, and you regularly got off track or zoned out. If it wasn't obvious, you were thinking of Will. That was something that happened daily.

Maybe it was because of the large gap between the last time you'd seen him and now, maybe it was something else entirely.

Either way, it had been a nuisance to your daily life. You'd think about him regardless of what you were doing or where you were. Hell, you'd almost gotten into a car crash because you were thinking of that classy, good-looking bastard!

Anyway, you weren't able to get into contact with Micheal either, so maybe it was familial?

It could have to do with Clara. Maybe they were getting an official divorce.

There is no need to jump to conclusions, though.

You did hope he was divorcing Clara though. She wasn't the best person, and if there was no official divorce, then it could be argued he had no right to kick her out and keep her from Michael, and she could press charges.

That wouldn't be fun.

Whatever. It was none of your business anyway. However it turned out, you'd stick by William.

You snapped back into reality by the burning sensation on your hand.

You quickly brought your hand off its place on the burner and held it to your chest while muttering curses.

You slowly pulled your hand from your chest and stared at it. The burn ran up the side of your left hand to your pinky finger. The damage wasn't too bad, just a minor burn, 1st or second degree, but it was enough to bother you, and damn did it hurt.

You walked to your sink and turned on the cold water, running it over the injury. You let out a breathy sigh.

It only helped a little, but it was fine. You'd put burn cream on it later, for now, food. Priorities people, priorities.

You walked back to your meal. You pulled a trivet out of the drawer perpendicular to your stove and set it on the counter next to the food.

You pulled the pan off of the heat and placed it on to the trivet to cool a bit while you grabbed a bowl to plate it in.

You picked up the bowl of food, letting the heat seep into your cold hands. It was really relaxing.

Thank god the heat didn't reach your burn, though, that'd make the pain worse.