William Afton/Steve Raglan x Trans FTM Reader

Chapter 6

Your POV:
That was a fucking close one, holy shit!!, you thought as you let out a loud fart on purpose.
Technically you weren't lying, but you didn't want to announce it, or let anything rip until you were outside in the open nighttime air, but that was until feeling trapped by Steve made you think "fuck all" and say anything as unappealing as possible to escape his overly yellow headachey fluorescent office.
Without another thought, you scurried through the now empty hallway and lobby, unzipping and rummaging through your bag, and quickly pulling out your pepper spray, letting your two keys jingle loud and about, not giving a shit who heard or looked at you silly with judgment.
Finally reaching the exit, you pushed against one of the doors as hard as you could, colliding into it.
"Owww fuck! Goddammit! Fucking Cunt Fucker! Stupid fucking door!" you angrily growled in pain, not realizing you sounded British.
"That door is pull from the inside y/n, are you okay?" Steve's voice asked, sending a chill down your spine and making you shudder.
You just knew that he was either smirking or grinning like a fucking idiot, you didn't exactly want to wipe, smack, or punch it off of his face, or kick his teeth in, but oh bloody hell was his old ass testing you?
You sighed loudly in annoyance and pulled one of the doors open, not turning around or saying anything more to him as you left.
Your mom pulled up as you let the building door shut behind you, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"So besides getting the job, how did it go?" She asked, as you opened the passenger seat door, got inside, shut it, buckled up, and set your bag down.
"It went alright and I'm a little nervous, but I think I'll be fine, it's a night shift position from 12 to 6 which I don't mind" you said.
"What?! I can't give you a ride that late, I used to have to take your brother all the way to-" she started complaining as you stopped listening.
"Whatever, I don't expect you to drive me every night, I'll figure something out, dad said I could probably just order a lift, it makes sense to do that now that I'm gonna be making money" you said.
She sighed telling you not to talk to her like that, and went on about how rude you were until she eventually stopped, and it went awkward for the rest of the drive home.
Once you were both home, you went inside after her, walked upstairs to your room, unlocked your door, grabbed a cup of chicken flavored MSG free vegetarian ramen, and went back downstairs to heat it up.
After it was done cooking in the microwave for three minutes, you put some cayenne pepper, paprika, garlic powder, and onion powder for some extra flavor and spice.
You stirred the noodles, twirled them around your fork, and vigorously blew air at them to cool them down a bit before slurping them.
When you were done eating, you emptied the juice, threw the cup and peel lid away, washed your fork, drank out of and refilled your water bottle, then finally went upstairs to hangout until everyone was asleep.
After making sure that your sibling wouldn't come upstairs to contaminate the bathroom, you sprayed disinfectant spray on the light switches, doorknob, towel rack, countertop, and toilet seat.
You felt peace of mind wiping away their disinfectant soaked cooties with a paper towel, even if it only lasted temporarily, it was still nice.
You threw away the paper towel, washed your hands, went back and lugged your shower kit along with your towel, a cotton swab, cotton ball, and two cotton pads.
You soaked your liquid makeup remover on a cotton pad and wiped one of your eyelids in multiple spots and directions until the makeup was completely gone, then repeated the process for your other eye.
Once all your eye makeup and lip gloss were removed, you brushed and flossed your teeth, let your hair down and tied it back into a bun, closed and locked the door, then undressed, making sure that both your number 1 and 2 tank were empty before you got in the shower.
You thoroughly wiped front, then back, making sure that everything nasty was completely gone, then you flushed, washed and rinsed your hands, then finally got in the shower with bar soap, face wash, shaving cream, and your razor.

Steve's POV:
"Shit" I muttered and groaned, as y/n opened the door correctly this time and left without sparing me another glance or word.
I really must've pissed him off because he seems like the type to verbally talk back, unless he's scared I'll revoke the job from him.
I wouldn't do that because of one reason, he desperately needs it and I'd probably never get to see him again.
Yeah I could look for him, watch him from afar from time to time, and make sure he's okay, but I also want him to be nearby and accessible to interact with.
There's no point in staying late tonight, I need to get home and make a Wattpad and ao3 account.
I went to take a quick piss, flushed, washed my hands, and headed back to my office to collect my things and lock it.
After finally clocking out I walked outside to my car, got inside, started my engine, and drove away.
I couldn't stop thinking about y/n on the drive home, his cute fuzzy face, lips that most people pay to get but never quite achieve, dark long hair, void colored eyes, adorable wide nose, and of course his slanted overbite and crooked bottom teeth, which look sharp, I wonder if he bites, geez Steve, get a hold of yourself!!
*BZZZZZ!!* my phone rang loudly in my back pocket, making me groan out of annoyance as I dug for it.
It better at least be Vanessa, unfortunately I didn't give y/n my personal number and who's to say he'd even call or text me if I did?
I want to hear his voice again, even if he sounds nervous or cranky, hopefully he'll forgive me for craving a little late night chat.
"This is Steve, who am I speaking with?" I reluctantly answered politely with an obvious tinge of annoyance.
"It's Vanessa silly, I'm ordering Chinese food for dinner and just wondered if you wanted some too" Vanessa laughed, making me groan even more.
"Sure, I'll just have the orange chicken and vegetable fried rice, thanks" I said.
"Alright cool, bye" Vanessa said, hanging up.
I kept driving until I pulled over at a nearby gas station, fueled up, and bought a shameful amount of overpriced snacks that I could've easily accessed at the grocery store, and got more for my money too.
Oh well, it's hard to think rationally because of y/n dammit! Someone tell me why he has to be so captivating both behind a screen and in person, good thing he's distant with his awful family, so they won't interfere with me getting to know him.
Eventually I made it home, shut off my engine, got out of my car with my stuff in hand, locked it, unlocked my front door, went inside, and locked it behind me.
"Hey dad, your food's on the counter, so was y/n actually cute up close?" Vanessa greeted and giggled.
"Yes, now tell me how to make a Wattpad and ao3 account, I want to interact with his fanfiction more" I said.
"Oh my, I never exactly imagined or hoped that this day would come" Vanessa laughed awkwardly.
"Well it did, now please walk me through how this works" I said.
"Alright alright geez, have some patience" Vanessa chuckled.
"Excuse me for wanting to read some good stories these days without a financial subscription" I said.
"It's mostly raunchy fanfiction anyway, I don't see why it's that important" Vanessa said.
"I know Vanessa, I was on there last night, now tell me how to set up an account for it, oh and a TikTok account too" I said.
"I- whatever, alright" Vanessa sighed, trying not to stay taken aback for too long.
She helped me create accounts for both, and explained to me how each platform worked in great detail, before I took my food to my room, and settled into my own devices.
I set the food on my desk, locked my door, undressed, had another piss, flushed, washed my hands, and took a shower.
My mind wandered back to y/n all over again, but this time it was a little more inappropriate and I had to stop myself, I kept thinking about how thick his thighs looked when he sat across from me during our little quote on quote interview.
Bad William! Bad! He's 33 years younger than you for godsake! I mean his brain is only 4 years away from being developed but, oh my god I need to get ahold of myself, he has a nice but that the long oversized cardigan couldn't even mask, argh!!, I internally fought with myself as I finished scrubbing my body, and turned the water on to rinse off.
I dried off and moisturized, trying not to think about him in that light, I haven't been attracted to anyone physically or personality wise since Vanessa's mom, it's been so long that I forgot her first and maiden name, and what her face looked like.