Through Heaven or Hell (William Macbeth X Female Reader)

Backstabbing Chocolate Milk

Will felt his heart thrum in his chest after he sent the message to (Y/N). It was an odd first text text to shoot her - well, first official text, rather - but he felt that he needed to ease some of the tension left over from their meeting before.

Well, that was what Will kept telling himself. He just needed to know that she was okay. He still wasn't sure about the blood on her sleeves (there had been so much, how could she possibly be okay?) and he wasn't sure how to go about that.

So he did the first thing that came to mind - informed her of how damn clumsy he was. At least he didn't have to lie. His front was, in fact, stained with the chocolate milk that had somehow spilled over his shirt. Even Will wasn't positive how it happened.

Will was pulling off his shirt when he heard the sharp ding of his texting notification ring across the room. He abandoned his shirt as he lunged for his phone. A loud clatter filled his ears as a spoon flipped out from his newly-stirred chocolate milk, splattering him with even more of it.

Swearing under his breath, Will tried to wipe off as much as he could. Turns out the second batch of chocolate milk was just as disloyal as the first.

Opening the notification, Will felt his heart start fluttering wildly around as he read the message. He hadn't expected her to answer so quickly. Not that he was complaining.

(Y/N): how on earth did you manage that

He definitely wasn't complaining.

A flush spread through his cheeks.

Thumbs darting across the screen, Will shot back a quick, 'You know, I don't think you'd be satisfied with the answer? Especially since I managed to do it again? I'm just clumsy, I guess.'

And hurting, he added mentally. He hit his hip pretty hard on the edge of the table and it was now sending aching waves up his side.

Will swore again.

Ignoring that, he limped back to his room and completed taking off his shirt. The milk had seeped into the fabric, Will noted with a wince. It appeared that the plaid would be forever stained by the chocolate brown.

Which was unfortunate - that plaid had been one of his favorites.

Well, I can still wear it, Will reasoned. I'd just have to wear a hoodie over the stain. Like I always do. That wouldn't be weird.

He half-heartedly looked around for something to scrub the stain with before abandoning the shirt in his dirty clothes hamper. Will noted that it was beginning to get full.

Add 'doing laundry' to the list of everything else I need to do, he thought bitterly. Right after paying Mary's medical bills and figuring out the whole (Y/N) situation.

Rubbing his temples to assuage the budding headache, Will cast a glance around the room, searching for a new shirt to pull on. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but he wasn't picky. He was probably just going to end up spilling more chocolate milk on it anyways.

Will pulled the shirt on over his head before wandering back to his small kitchen. He frowned at the cup of chocolate milk on the counter, debating on whether or not he was going to actually drink it. On one hand, he'd gone to all that trouble to make it. On the other, however, he was probably going to end up dumping it over himself once again, so what was the point?

His question was answered for him by a new notification. He spun around on his heel, making his way to his phone.

(Y/N): oh no, sunshine, nooooo

(Y/N): stop being so clumsy

(Y/N): i'm not there to keep you from being decapitated this time!

Will flushed at the reminder. Then he read the messages again and his heart began to flutter once more.

"Sunshine...?" he murmured to himself, running a hand through his hair. "Since when has she called me that?" The confusion in his voice was tempered with a smile that he couldn't keep from spreading over his face.

Sunshine. Huh. He liked that nickname. A lot. Especially since it was coming from (Y/N). It was certainly a nice feeling, knowing that (Y/N) took the time to gift him a nickname.

He quickly typed in a quick, 'Don't remind me. I know how clumsy I can be.' He sent the message after deciding it was good enough. He added a quick smiley face below that.

Setting his phone down once more, Will returned to the abandoned chocolate milk.

He stared at it for a couple moments. Scoffing, he picked it up and dumped it into the sink. There was no point in drinking it anymore. He had specific requirements for the consumption of milk and it wasn't reaching them after first 'attacking' him - Will felt a small flush of satisfaction at the thought that (Y/N) found that fact amusing - and after sitting out in the room for more than five minutes.

Milk was disgusting.

Lukewarm milk was disgusting.

Chocolate milk - well, Will had to make an exception somewhere, right?

After a couple moments of standing at the sink absentmindedly, he was distracted by yet another text notification. Excitedly, he made his way to the table. He quickly opened it, hoping it was from (Y/N).

Confusion flashed through him once he saw it was from an unknown number. The confusion then shifted into a jittery panic as he read the message.

?: Monster.

?: Stop pretending to be the boy.

?: Stop hurting her.

?: Get away, you bastard.

?: I will do everything in my power to get rid of you, even if I kill your host. Just go crawl back into your hole quietly. Don't damage anything in the process, or I will make you pay. Trust me.

Will felt sweat beginning to form at his hairline.

What the hell...?

His fingers hovered over the screen uncertainly for a moment as his heart beat a tattoo in his chest. The easy feeling in the room was replaced with a palpable tension, slowing everything to a stop. The only thing still moving was the terrified flight of Will's heart.

Then he swiftly typed out a response before he even knew his fingers were moving.

Once he sent it, Will had the mind to read it over. It said, I don't know who you are, or how you even got my number, but I ask you to kindly PISS OFF.

Wow, Macbeth, Will thought dryly, how threatening. Truly strikes fear in the heart.

But he didn't make any move to add any more threats. Instead, he blocked the number and set the phone on silent. He placed it on the table face down.

He left the room on shaky legs, trying to ignore the way his stomach was tied up into knots.

But leaving behind his phone didn't erase the swirling questions in his mind. Who was the 'she' they were referring to? How do they know who I am? Why are they threatening to kill me?

Will didn't know and he really didn't know if he wanted to know.

(A/N): I didn't forget about this fic!– aw, who am I kidding, of course I forgot about it. sorry guys, I've been occupied. I swear I'm planning on finishing this, I just.... forgot. And was severely under-motivated /winces/

In fact, I'd like to thank the person that commented on this fic recently (idk if you'll get this far) but you really helped remind me about it!! Also, thanks @ my friend for finding this and reading some of it and started complimenting me 😂😂 you were a huge part of my decision..,,,. boi 😂😂😂 (again, idk if you'll get this far)

Anyways! Onward ho! Let's see if I'll remain motivated enough to keep to my faulty schedule! 

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