William Afton/Steve Raglan x Trans FTM Reader

Chapter 4

Your POV:
As you got closer to Steve, you were able to get a better look at him beyond his sketchy, excited, bright blue eyes that scared you a bit.
He wasn't your type despite the fact that you've always been into white men 30+ years older than you, but internally you admitted that he had an adorable nose for his age, and his salt and pepper grey hair and beard were nice.
You liked aviator shaped glasses, but weren't sure if you liked them on him, he wore basic pastel and neutral toned business casual wear, there was absolutely nothing special about it, but it was well fitted without being too tight and accentuated how nice his body probably looked for his age.
You were jealous and it wasn't fair for him to look decently put together with low effort at his age, while you were also mid to low effort, probably like 30 something years younger, and pudgy.
Though your body shape wasn't the worst, it was hard to find clothes that complimented it, and you've always had a potbelly, even as a skinny child and teenager, but now you look mildly pregnant from the side.
Of course you weren't pregnant, you were celibate by choice and never had sex a day in your life, nor planned to anytime soon in the near or far future.
Ugh he's probably staring at my peach fuzz, pores, oil, rosacea, facial hair, and acne whether it's fresh or scarred!, you thought in self disgust.
Despite your nerves, you tried to play it cool and smiled at him with your mouth closed, hoping to seem more approachable, but not overly enthusiastic.
"Hello there, my name is Steve Raglan but you might already know that" he said reaching his hand out.
"Yes I'm telepathic, clairvoyant, or whatever it's called, I'm just kidding, sorry I'll be serious now, I actually spoke with you on the phone last night" you laughed.
You noticed that your poor taste in humor at the wrong time and place had made him smirk.
What the fuck? He's not being a no nonsense hard ass? Is he trying to rizz me up? Not very professional of you Mr. Straggly Ann, you thought trying not to laugh at your own cringe joke.
"It's great and usually advised to stay professional, but personally I wouldn't mind laughing with you" he said, grinning with overly straight and white teeth.
Hopefully they're his real teeth and not frikkin veneers or some shit, what if they're non implanted dentures? Eek! Wait, why the fuck do I care? It's not like he's gonna kiss me or something, right? God I hope not, the age difference is too much!!, you internally cringed.
The "personally, I wouldn't mind laughing with you" part of his sentence echoed around in your head, making you process, overthink, and overanalyze it.
He's definitely trying to rizz me up, I need to be careful, don't wanna get groomed again, not after surviving Sally the mountain bred slag, you thought.
She haunted your thoughts every day even though it's been almost two years, you didn't wanna remember her exploitation and practical cheating, especially not when you were hopefully close to having a damn job for the first time in 3 years.
You collected yourself and refocused on the present.
"Okay cool, ah shit I didn't introduce myself yet, oh damn sorry about my language, I'll use a filter" you chuckled and caught yourself out of embarrassment.
"It's fine don't worry about it, profanity doesn't bother me one bit y/n, come inside" he said, taking my sweaty hand, and leading me inside his office.
You were taken aback, and didn't know whether to feel flattered or put off, it was weird and unexpected.
He shut the door behind you both, pulled out a chair and said, "Here y/n, please have a seat" not letting your hand go until you sat down.
He sat behind his desk, booting up and logging into his clunky, boxy, clearly outdated desktop computer that was probably as old as you, if not older.
"Pardon my French, but this computer's a slow royal pain in the ass, so we're going to be here for awhile" Steve said smiling, and fidgeting with a random pen that he pulled out of a comically huge mug that said, "WORST DAD EVER" on it.
"It's okay, I don't claim the possible tiny percent of French in my DNA, so you're a dad?" You laughed, gesturing at the random pen, pencil, and marker mug.
"Yeah my daughter Vanessa found it at one of those prank stores earlier this year for Father's Day" he chuckled.
"That's cool, if it's not too nosey or invasive to ask, how old is she and what does she do?" You asked.
"She's a 32 year old police officer and former EMT" he said, sounding proud.
"EMT huh? Damn she's accomplished, you and your wife must be proud" you chuckled, trying to hide that her being a cop made you shudder.
It gave you flashbacks of when your trash sibling was on probation for years after being arrested and charged with possession and assisted transportation of illegal substances.
It was pathetic for your parents to allow them back, knowing how much pain and trauma they had caused you, it felt like they kept that sibling around on purpose as some kind of "screw you" because they perceived you as ungrateful, even though they were the ones who spoiled you rotten and sheltered you, only to let you be exposed to your sibling's consequences and suddenly make you feel like your pain didn't matter.
"Hey y/n, are you okay?" Steve asked, with genuine concern in his eyes and tone.
"Truthfully no, that's why I'm here, so I can find work and eventually move out" you said.
"I'm glad you're coming forward to me with your truth, it makes helping you easier" he said.
"That's good to hear" you said smiling, relieved that he was able to empathize without pushing for details.
You wouldn't mind trauma dumping if he allowed it, but you just barely met him and weren't sure whether or not he'd judge you for crying and sniffling.
You composed yourself and just glanced at him while he glared at his slow computer.
"Don't feel bad for me, but my wife left us when Vanessa was only 3 years old, remarried to and got pregnant with another man, and then moved out of state. I don't miss her the slightest bit" he said.
Either he's lying and masking his pain, or he's not as empathetic as he seems, you thought.
"I'm sorry about that, that's pretty sad, I'd say maybe it happened for a good reason, but I don't really know, I'm only 21 years old for christ sake" you said.
"Maybe it did, even if you don't have all the wisdom and answers yet, you shouldn't belittle yourself over your age, otherwise you'll freeze in time" he said.
"Ah hell, that's explains a lot, my family belittles my age all the time whenever I stand up for myself" you said.
"Wow that's awful, forget the interview and analyzing process, I'll give you a description of the job, and it's yours if you want it, no questions asked" Steve said.
"Sounds good, what's the job exactly?" you asked.
"Okay, so it's a night shift position, and the pay isn't that great, but the hours are worse, and you only have to worry about one thing, keeping people out, and you know keep the place tidy" Steve said.
"Alright, I can do those two things, I'll take it" you chuckled nervously, not realizing you were giving a toothy smile.
"Awesome, sorry about my brain, it's a little fried from drinking too much crappy coffee all day" Steve yawned.
"It's alright, I'm not judging you, my brain's practically been fried my entire life, A.D.D. and Autism specifically" you said.
"I can tell you've been trying to mask this whole time, just couldn't quite figure out what" Steve said.
"Well now you know I guess, hopefully this doesn't make anything awkward" you said.
"Don't worry y/n, I assure you it doesn't" Steve said.
"Okay cool, maybe I should leave soon, incase there's anyone else waiting for your help" you said.
"No actual interview process ever ends this quick, that would look suspicious, stay awhile" Steve chuckled, flashing his eerily perfect grin and gaze.
"Alright, as long as you let me go once my mom calls" you said feeling nervous, contemplating whether or not to discreetly take out your pepper spray, and have it ready just incase.