William Afton/Steve Raglan x Trans FTM Reader

Chapter 5

⚠️NSFW TW⚠️: Mention of grooming, trauma dumping, and William/Steve has a blood and menstrual kink!!

Steve's POV:
Obviously I have to let y/n go at some point without keeping him here too long, I don't want to abduct him or seem suspicious, but I don't feel right about him going home where he's going to get emotionally hurt over an inevitable outburst.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hold you hostage" I chuckled, trying to ease y/n's paranoia.
"Right, I used to watch true crime in high school, but now I listen to horror narrators and read fan written psychological thrillers" y/n said.
"Nice, those are my two favorite genres, I used to sneak into drive-in movie theaters on foot as a kid, I was a latchkey and my parents worked evenings and nights" I said.
"Holy shit, I could never sneak out as a kid, my parents were paranoid and would make sure my brother or one of my sisters would be home with me, I wasn't allowed to stay home by myself until I was 17 and needed to be at home for online school" y/n said.
"Oh god, they're not helpful outside of helping you pay for stuff, are they?" I asked.
"Yep clearly not, they expected me to complete my homework with mostly correct answers, but they hardly helped me with it because my dad came home late, and my mom was busy, so I didn't really get anything done, and surprise they now expect me to automatically know how to be an adult, along with some of my siblings and extended family" y/n said.
"Good god, I'm sorry y/n" I sighed, extending my hand out again.
He gave me a silent "thank you" look, and took my hand.

Your POV:
Despite still being cautious and apprehensive in the back of your mind, you were touch starved and took his hand, it was fine and perfectly normal, it's not like you were being wrapped inside his mildly old graying hairy arms.
Wait, why the bloody hell am I thinking about his fucking arm hair?!, Why's he making me think in British?!, Am I really this nervous?! Holy shitballs!!, you internally gay panicked.
He isn't even that attractive to be honest, what the hell is going on with me? Hopefully it's the stupid remaining post period hormones, and not anything more!!, you thought, trying not to think about his looks anymore, even in a vanilla way.
"Am I being overly friendly or making you uncomfortable y/n?" Steve asked with a concerned tone, after clearing his throat.
"No, I just space out and get lost and distracted with my own thoughts" you sighed.
"It's okay, I didn't wanna be too weird or scare you away" Steve said.
"T.M.I. but as long as you're not anything like my creepy ex girlfriend who was obsessed with my body, treated me like a digital sex object, and mean to me for being an insomniac, having terrible anxiety attacks, and not being independent enough" you said.
"That nasty woman really messed you up, how old were you two when all this happened?" He asked calmly, hiding an angry teeth gritting growl.
"I was 19 and she was 21, I kinda knew better but I was lonely and her words heightened my otherwise barely existent libido, again sorry for the T.M.I." you said.
"It's alright, hopefully you're safe now, that's gross and awful on her end, what's her name?" Steve asked.
"She goes by Sally but I believe her full name is Selia Olpzeg" you said.
"What a stupid name" Steve chuckled, typing into his computer.
"I agree, but her personality, disloyalty, and selfishness are much worse" you said.
"Oh I don't doubt that, and her appearance looks sketchy if I'm seeing the right person on here" Steve chuckled and grimaced.
"Does the person you're looking at have a crescent and lightning bolt concoction shaped scar on her forehead slightly above one of her eyebrows?" you chuckled.
"Is that why her forehead and half of her face are covered?" Steve asked, on the verge of laughter.
"Probably, I wonder if she's hiding it because she knows I talk shit about her?" you laughed.
"She can cover her scars and hide her skeletons, but it doesn't change who she is and what she did to you, you're probably not her first or last, it's not like she'll casually admit to endangering and traumatizing you, and neither will your family, it's not easy to let those assholes go, but they'll meet their fate y/n, mark my words" Steve said, sounding a little bit ominous.
"It's hard to forget someone whose nose looks like a lightbulb, and has gargantuan boobs that weigh about a little over 3 pounds each and take up half their torso" you laughed.
"Oh no, don't think for too long about that second part y/n, I promise you that no pair of breasts are worth bearing another lifetime of suffering" Steve said.
You just continued laughing, even harder than before, triggering your rosacea.
"Look it's good to have a sense of humor and it's kind of a default coping mechanism, but I'm being serious and brutally honest with you here. No thinking about breasts or whatever else of that in a provocative light on the job, oh and no falling asleep either, I don't want you getting distracted, scared, and especially hurt" Steve said sternly but calmly.
"I appreciate you letting me trauma dump, reminding me to power past the pain, and reminding me to put my safety first in every sense, and don't worry, I'll only think about what my Polish friend's huge forehead looks like underneath his bangs" you began seriously, then burst into laughter near the end.
"I don't expect a thank you, just moments of clarity and realization that guide you further away from your current situation and headspace" Steve said.
"Before I forget, when exactly do I start?" you asked.
"Tomorrow at midnight on the dot, I recommend leaving 30 to 45 minutes earlier depending on where you live" Steve said.
"My mom's definitely gonna complain but oh well, at least I can save up and be an adult" you chuckled.
"Here, write your address and phone number on this, I'll remind you to be ready incase your A.D.D. kicks in, and be there to pick you up" Steve said, handing you a small notepad and the pen he was fidgeting with earlier.
You obliged, wrote down your information, and handed the notepad and pen back to him.
"Here you go, thanks again" you said, not realizing that you were smiling.
"It's not a problem, I'll just text you real quick so you can save my number before you go" Steve said.
You called your mom and told her that your interview was finished and you got the job.
She congratulated you, said that she'd be there soon to pick you up, and she'll call you when she arrives.
You thanked her, said okay, hung up, and looked at Steve, nonverbally implying that he should let go of your hand, to which he did.
"Sorry, I have a bad habit of literally not letting go, I guess it comes with being a bit of a sentimental guy" Steve apologized, chuckling in embarrassment.
"It's alright, I guess you can say we've really bonded with the over sharing and sweaty palm to palm contact" you laughed.
"Yes we did, and don't exit until your mom is outside, it can get a little seedy and unsafe in this area after dusk, and hardware store pepper spray probably won't be enough to deter or stop anyone" Steve said.
"Oh okay, I'll just wait in the lobby" you said, feeling uneasy that he somehow knew you had pepper spray.
You never made mention of it, unzipped your bag, or even posted about it online anywhere, so how did he know? It was honestly a little scary, he's a little too good at reading, profiling, and psychoanalyzing.
This is so hopefully not hannigram coded, it was hot in fanfiction and on TV, but in real life, not cool!!
"Suit yourself if you want but it's empty now, the ladies at the front left, and the other career counselors are in their offices helping clients" He said, showing you the security cameras.
"Perfect, I actually need to go release a pretty bad fart I've been holding in, have a good rest of your night, bye Steve!" you said, hoping that would put him off from persuading you to hang around any longer, or following you into the lobby and lingering until your mom arrived, knowing her it'd take awhile.
You got up, opening and leaving through a slightly ajar crack, and gently but quickly closing it, before he can say anything else or follow you out.

Steve's POV:
Ugh, stupid stupid Steve!! Why'd you have to say that? You scared him away congratulations!! Now he probably thinks I'm clingy and plotting to do something bad to him, ughhh nice going!!, I thought, quietly sighing as I let my face fall into my hands.
There goes my sweet y/n, I don't care that he farts or poops, we all do it, I'd still love him if he made my bathroom stink for over 5 minutes after using it or left period stains on my bed. Blood is gorgeous when it's fresh, oxidized, or faded grey after it's been washed or treated too late, whether it's 10 seconds or 10 hours old, five deep whiffs of the smell make me feel alive.
I wouldn't mind having his menstrual blood in my bathroom trash, maybe I should buy a bigger trash can so it can stay there all week without getting full after two days.