The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

:8: Sorry :8:

12 / 3 / 1983

"William.."

"Hey.."

You muttered as you sat down next to the broken man. He sighed quietly. His face was distraught and devastated.

"I can't believe he saw that.. Michael. He's only 4.. He's never going to forget this I can't believe I let this..I-I.. how much did he see? Does he hate Me?" William rambled, he was horrified.

You didn't know what to do. You were trashy at comforting people, but you tried your best.
..like in the movies.

You held his cheeks and turned him to look at you. "Michael believes it's a bad dream for now. So it's going to be okay."

"But what if he sees your arm?" He whispered his voice cracking slightly, as he looked down at your now bandaged arm.

"I'll hide it. I'll wear jumpers and long-sleeved shirts. I'll do it for him and for you." You smiled wearily. "You should also belive this is just a bad dream.. it's 1am.. you need sleep.."

He nod his head and out if nowhere he hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He hid his face in your shoulder and sighed shakily.

You were surprised with the gesture but pet his head, gently with a small shy smile.

The silence was quiet and comfortable, the only sounds to be heard were your breaths. The minutes ticked by and all the stress and anger had been finally silenced as a light drizzle began to pour down outside.

William shifted a little in your arms. He was much taller then you, but it felt nice, similar to a long pillow resting in your arms.

"[Y/n].." he mumbled.

You hummed in responce and he move away from your shoulder and looked You in the eyes, his eyes were slightly watery but sparkled with affection and trust.

"I'm so sorry.." he whispered and looked down.

You smiled softly and pet his cheek with one hand, the other gently laying on his.

"William, Its fine." You hummed.

He looked you into the eyes and sighed, a small smile finally reaching his lips. He leaned into your hand on his cheek and placed his hand iwn hand on yours, It felt embarrassing to him but it felt so right in the moment.

Slowly and very carefully you two were inching closer and closer to eachothers faces.. his breath on your lips.

Your lips were just about to brush against eachother in a sweet gentle kiss, but to your luck.

Your phone rung.

You both pulled away and just stared at eachother, red in the face. His expression was just as flustered and expressionless as yours. He quickly let go and pulled away from you and you quickly moved onto the other side of the couch, pulling out your phone, picking up the call.

"He- ..Hello?" Your voice cracked and you had to repeat yourself.

"[Y/n] [L/n], this is your landlord."

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