The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

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01/04/1983

"You busy?" That's all you could remember.

Earlier in the day William had called you, asking if you were busy.

Small question though, when was the last time YOU were busy. Other than minding the twins and Michael, you didn't really do anything else. So it wasn't much of a surprise when you answered, "no, not really. Why?",

"Would you like to.. go.. ehem.. on a date? With me? You don-",

He didn't even have the chance when you immediately said you'd love to, in that moment.

You felt on the seventh cloud, just jittering and grinning like an idiot.

Your first date in a while, with the one guy you found oddly fascinating.

I think I might explode in a moment.

But like any normal person you didn't explode and just started to get ready, of course trying to do the most self-care you could before getting ready, spending at least 2 hours in the bathroom to freshen up before standing in your room for another hour or so just trying to find something suitable enough for a first date with him.

"This is...",

"Hopeless.", You grunt, flopping onto your bed in defeat.

What a disaster. All ready, all clean only for your own WARDROBE to just stun you.

Maybe it was time to buy a new- who were you kidding, you're broke ( me fr 😭 ), the last thing you spent the rest of your money on was groceries and of course a stock of snacks.

You sighed, grabbing one of your magazines off your bed side table and flipping through the pages of pretty girls in modern clothes, before seeing one girl in an actually... Really cute outfit, that you had.

Maybe not the exact copy paste of the outfit the model was wearing but it was certainly similar.

So as quickly as physically possible you dug in your wardrobe once more, pulling out all the right things you needed and laid it out on your bed, liking the colors, how it wasn't too flashy but not too boring either.

You slipped on some jewelry and fixed your hair in the mirror, smiling at yourself wryly, trying not to melt there and then, as you imagined yourself standing with William.

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Not too much longer you stood outside your apartment's main entrance, seeing the familiar black sleek car drive up. You awkwardly opened the door and slid in, smiling shyly, trying not to look him in the eyes.

William on the other hand just stared at you with parted lips and cheeks that slowly warmed up. He pulled his gaze away hesitantly and rubbed his face shortly with one hand before driving off.

"You look lovely tonight.", He murmured softly.

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