You're Mine Dear Heather (Willry/Helliam)

Chapter 1

It was Heather's birth month and she was going to turn 22 on October 27th, but wasn't looking forward to it.
She remembered Henry and Wendy's divorce happening when she was 5 years old like it was yesterday, even though it was civil and they had a healthy platonic coparenting relationship, it still left an unexplainable dent or void.
One year later when Heather turned 6, Wendy got remarried to a 37 year old British businessman named Vincent Afton who was also divorced with two kids, a then 18 year old son William and 10 year old daughter Willow.
She didn't know the Afton children that well growing up because William already lived by himself, studied in college, and worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and Willow lived with their 34 year old mom Jennifer Davids full time.
Even though it's been 13 years, Heather still didn't care much for British people.
During 1st through 4th grade, a British girl who was 4 years older than her would always distract her by saying she liked her outfit and hair, and then proceeded to steal from her, whether it was food in her lunch box or toy prizes she earned at Freddy's.
As the years passed, she became more fed up and finally roughed up the girl for stealing one of her birthday presents.

Flashback:
"Hey! What are you doing with my birthday present?!" Heather yelled.
"I was just looking at it, it's really pretty" the girl said.
"Pretty?? It's just a boring purple t shirt without a picture on it!" Heather huffed.
"If it's so boring to you then I guess you wouldn't mind if I took it" the girl said.
"Um actually, I would because it's not for you" Heather said, walking closer to the table.
"What are you gonna do to stop me, hmm?" the girl taunted.
"You know what, I've had it with you miss whatever your name is!" Heather huffed, getting closer.
"It's Willow, and I already know yours is Heather" Willow laughed, stuffing the shirt inside her purse.
"You creep! We're not even friends! Don't tell me you know where I live too!" Heather yelled.
"I don't know that actually, but I know that your dad works here and your mum Wendy is married to my dad" Willow said.
"Vincent's your dad?" Heather asked, surprised.
"Yeah, did he not tell you about me?" Willow asked.
"He did say that he has a daughter who lives with his ex wife, but she doesn't let him see her" Heather said.
"Because he was mean to her, me, and my brother, he's probably not that nice to you either" Willow said.
"He's rude and that's why I live with my dad, at least my stepmom Lucy is nice and doesn't steal from people, and my 2 year old twin siblings probably behave better than you and him" Heather said.
"Really? The same ones that were crying and fighting over a creepy marionette toy like 5 minutes ago?" Willow giggled.
"Don't laugh at my brother and sister biatch!!" Heather yelled, pushing Willow backward so hard that the folding table behind fell to the ground with her.
"Owww! Bloody hell!" Willow whined in pain, slowly getting back up.
"Have another great fall just like Humpty Dumpty!" Heather laughed, swinging a chair at Willow as soon as she stood up.
"Oh my god, what is this fucking nonsense that's happening over here?!" Vincent yelled.
"Hey! Don't you cuss at my daughter!" Henry raised his voice, as he came out of the hallway.
"Did you not just see her whack the absolute living shit out of mine?!" Vincent argued back.
"I did, and I saw the push too that was started by your daughter's unchecked kleptomania and bad attitude" Henry said.
"How could I be responsible for her when my knob of an ex wife won't let me around her?!" Vincent yelled.
"How dare you blame me when I'm teaching her not to be that way because I don't want her to turn out like you, she's grounded by the way and returning what she stole from the young birthday girl!" Jennifer yelled.
"Heather, you're also grounded" Henry said.
-End of flashback-

She finally unpacked everything and properly moved into her 3 bedroom apartment.
The master bedroom was hers obviously, the second spacious bedroom was her office, and the third bedroom was basically an all in one linen closet, pantry, and medicine cabinet.
She twisted and clamped her hair into a large claw clip, took her bra off, changed into an oversized shirt and flowy pajama shorts that showed off the bottom of her asscheeks.
She plopped down on the couch, opened a party sized bag of hot cheetos, turned on the Hannibal TV show, laid back in the reclining seat, and watched.
By the middle of season 1, she rolled up the bag of hot Cheetos and set them aside, because she didn't want a stomachache and was hungry for real food, but didn't feel like getting up to warm something or unlocking her phone to place an order.
She eventually made it to the final season and episode even more hungry than before, she grumbled in annoyance analyzing her options until a loud thumping continuous knock on the front door startled her.
"Stop pounding on the fucking door asshole!! It's literally almost 10 pm!! Get a life motherfucker!!" Heather shouted as loud as she could.
"Not until you fucking let me in!! Now open this goddamn door!!" a pissed off female British voice shouted back, kicking the door at this point.
Heather stomped to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife before stomping over to the door and barely opening it ajar.
She hid behind the door as the woman barged in cheerfully yelling, "Special delivery! I smelt your pheromones in the area, and they had a hint of non sexual hunger, so I brought enough fish and chips to share!" and walked to the couch side table, setting the boxed and bagged takeaway down.
"I don't want British food or British assholes in my apartment" Heather said sternly.
"Oh darling put the knife back in the kitchen, it's unnecessary and I'm not here to mate with you" the woman said.
"Fine, who the hell are you?" Heather sighed, closing the door and walking to the kitchen.
"Don't give me that nonsense Miss Heather Emily, surely you remember me!" the woman laughed.
"I really don't, and you seem like some creepy irrelevant nobody" Heather said.
"I was relevant for 3 years of your childhood love, you look even prettier now" the woman said smiling.
"You went from stealing my food to bringing me food, fuck your redemption pipeline, you can't butter me up into forgiving you" Heather huffed.
"Hmm so you do remember me, fucking liar" the woman sighed, walking over to the kitchen.
"Don't come over here bitch, I'll hit and push you again!" Heather scolded.
"Okay fine, as long as you push me onto your bed, give me a few bum spanks, tuck me in, and give me a goodnight kiss" the woman chuckled.
"Girl bye! I am not doing any kink play with you!" Heather laughed.
"I'm sorry love, I didn't take you for a heterosexual" Willow laughed awkwardly.
"I'm actually pansexual, so I need a little privacy with my pans if you don't mind" Heather said calmly with a straight face.
"Hahahahahahaha!! You're fucking joking aren't you?! I know damn well that you don't shove pan handles up your vagina!!" the woman laughed loud and hard.
"How do you know I don't?! Have you been watching me masturbate in the privacy of my own room at night for the past 6 years?! Fucking weirdo!" Heather growled.
"No actually, that'd be sketchy and gross" the woman said.
"So how do you know that I'm not being serious?" Heather asked.
"Because they're awkwardly shaped and aren't designed for penetrative stimulation" the woman said.
"Fine you got me there, I just use my middle and ring finger, happy?" Heather sighed.
"That you trust me with knowing your intimate preferences? Yes" the woman said.
"I'll tell you right now, I'm actively celibate and not for the sake of keeping imaginary purity" Heather said.
"That's good, I'm glad you didn't fall into that nonsense" the woman said.
"I suppose we should dig into that British food before it gets cold, and talk more shit about conservatives and religious nut jobs" Heather chuckled.
"I'm down for that love" the woman said, wrapping her arm around Heather's waist, and leading her back to the couch.
"I'm not your love" Heather mumbled.
"You will be eventually, and I have a funny feeling that you're also pretending not to remember my name" Willow chuckled.
"Fine, you got me there William number two" Heather sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Rude! William and I are not twins!" Willow gasped and pouted.
"Obviously not, but y'all look the same and it's kinda hard to find you attractive, you literally look like him but with longer hair, no facial stubble, and really tiny but still somehow noticeable boobs" Heather said.
"You've been staring at my tits this entire time?" Willow laughed.
"Um no, I- fuck.." Heather hesitated and groaned.
"It's alright darling, I don't mind you checking me out" Willow teased.
"Of course you don't, you're giving arrogant and trashy" Heather said.
"I suppose you wouldn't mind if I borrowed something more modest from your closet then" Willow said.
"Actually no, don't! Argh!" Heather growled chasing Willow into her bedroom.
"Too late, enjoy the show" Willow giggled, sliding out of her mid length cardigan, taking off her fitted crop tank, and pulling down her distressed ripped denim shorts.
"Wow, you really are a shameless whore!" Heather laughed.
"I used to be a stripper and cam girl, now I'm retired because I kept getting too many propositions that weren't for me" Willow said.
"Three ways?" Heather asked.
"Yes, I'm not into group sex, multi relationship is too much commitment, and I'm sort of a possessive and jealous type" Willow said.
"Your underwear is see through by the way, and before you ask, I'm not letting you borrow any of mine" Heather said.
"Looking at my hairy patch now?" Willow chuckled.
"You can't just get almost nude right within my sight and expect me not to observe" Heather groaned.
"So you can't decide between checking me out or slut shaming me? Terrible Heather.." Willow sighed, putting on a pajama set that was too big for her.
"Ha! You look like you're drowning! What are you, an extra small?!" Heather laughed.
"Yeah actually, no I'm kidding, just a regular small" Willow chuckled.
"Are you on ozempic or do you snort coke?" Heather asked.
"Neither, I'm not a diabetic and I don't believe in drugs outside of maybe an occasional cigarette, but I've retired from smoking and drinking years ago" Willow said.
"I used to drink mini whiskeys once a month behind my parents' backs when I was 17 years old" Heather said.
"Oh dear, you must've hid it well from Henry and Wendy, because they were nice but also scary when they caught you misbehaving" Willow said.
"Were you one of the bad kids at Freddy's?" Heather giggled.
"Yeah, I stole pizza, tickets, and random shit from the prize counter, and I loved to hide inside springbonnie and walk around scaring other kids" Willow chuckled.
"That explains why my food and prizes went missing all the time, you rotten little fucker!" Heather laughed, pushing Willow's chest cavity hard enough to make her fall on her butt.
"Owww! I'm buying you a fucking rug!" Willow yelped and huffed.
"I don't like rugs or carpet flooring, that's why I picked out a mostly wood flooring apartment, minus the tiled kitchen and bathrooms" Heather said.
Willow frowned, grabbed, and pulled Heather's ankle, also making her fall on her butt.
"Owww goddammit!! What the fuck?!" Heather yelled, leaning forward, and pushing Willow backward until her back slightly collided with the floor.