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MINORS DNI, my blog is not SFW
• My name is Gwen.
• I'm a selfshipper, for William Afton and Springtrap. Doubles are okay and encouraged to interact.
• I created an au where everyone is women because I like drawing women.
• I have a william afton/springtrap selfshipping playlist if youre interested :p
MASTERPOSTS:
• My characterization for William/Springtrap
• All my Lore/Musing about my Selfship
I'm super open to requests and questions and such, so if you have an idea/opinion/question that you'd be interested in hearing my thoughts on, please dont be shy! my ask box is always open.
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cg.art -> general tag for all my own art
cg.chat -> ranting and raving. my general tag for talking and answering asks
cg.musing -> my tag for any interpretations, headcanons, or any x reader content I write or reblog about Springtrap/Afton
cg.ship -> all my artwork/writing related to my oc x canon/selfship with Afton/Springtrap. self-shipart from my au also goes here :p
pictures and such -> reblogs of things i like. might not always be pictures. who knows
im staying with friends for my vacay, and they've been talking about my selfshipping a lot. like they're lowkey taking it seriously, in a silly way. anyway, one of my friends that im staying with is extremely cross-faded right now and we were talking about the funtime animatronics. and he turned to me, VERY SINCERELY, and went "can you ask william why he designed them like that?"
The two most morally reprehensible bisexuals you know (Danny/Springtrap)
Aka
“Hey, we saw you across the bar and realllyyyy like your vibe, cutie~ Wanna come back to our place~?” God they’re both so fucking trashy, they would try this LMAO
Please make sure you've read pt.5 and pt.6 before reading this part, as it is a direct sequel!
Tears threaten to fall from Temperance's eyes. Pain reverberates through their skull and along their back. Their breaths are ragged. Their bangs have all but come loose from the clip holding them in place, and the flyaway hairs stick to their damp forehead.
The rabbit still has his nose pressed gently against theirs.
"I win!" He shouts suddenly, and Temperance only barely manages to keep themselves from startling again.
The rabbit finally leans away from them. He sits up straight, balancing on his knees, and cheerfully claps his hands.
Temperance slides themselves up the nightstand behind them, and tucks their knees close to their body. The situation was bizarre. Their heart was still beating a mile a minute, even though the rabbit was obviously not going to hurt them. Of course, he was never really planning to hurt them– at least, not more than he had when he threw them against the nightstand.
When Temperance doesn't say anything, the rabbit stops clapping for himself, and tilts his head curiously. It's cute, innocent. The rabbit's eye sockets are empty, but his gaze is still intense. Temperance starts to fluster under his stare.
"What's the matter? Did you not have fun? Was our game boring?" He sounds genuinely sad. It only makes them more uncomfortable, hearing something that almost sounds like William talk to them in such a way.
"Are you... Going to be in character all night?" Temperance asks quietly.
The rabbit's body goes slack almost as soon as they finish their question, like his soul had suddenly left. Then, he slowly rises to his feet.
After staring down at Temperance for a few seconds, the rabbit extends a hand for them to grab. Temperance doesn't take it.
"I'm trying to help you stand up, Temperance."
William's normal, grumpy voice. He sounds a little bit miffed, actually.
Temperance scrambles to take his hand, and he pulls them up with surprising ease. So quickly, in fact, that they slam right into him.
"Careful now," He chides, "Fools have died in these suits for less."
Oh God. All of the terror from their game had made Temperance completely forget about the actual danger present.
They take a few cautious steps backwards. "Why are you wearing that!?"
"It's mine," William says.
"It's not safe. You told me yourself it isn't safe."
"Temperance–"
"It's maimed you before!"
Whatever William is thinking, Temperance has no way of telling. The rabbit is standing motionless, so still, one might think the suit was empty.
"Be honest with me, love," the petname is sweet, while his tone is anything but, "Do you think you know more about my own robots than I do?"
Temperance tries to put more distance between themselves and the rabbit, but he shambles closer and closer.
"Well?"
"No... No, of course not–"
"That's certainly what it sounds like."
Even without seeing his face, Temperance can tell just from his voice how tight his jaw is clenched.
He's so close to them now, he's practically got them pinned to the wall. Temperance cowers in the corner of the room, trying to make themselves as small as possible.
"I just–"
"This kind of back-talk is unprecedented, Temperance," his tone is stern, but he's trying to be kinder than he had been before. He reaches a hand out to cup their face.
When they flinch away from him, he grabs them harshly, and forces them to look at him. With the way his hand is positioned along their jaw, he's almost choking them.
"I would think by now you'd have learned to just–" His voice is cold and angry again. He slouches down, putting the masks hollow eyes right in their face, "Trust me."
Hot tears stream down their cheeks as they stare into the abyss of the rabbit's black eyes. They try desperately to blink them away, they know how ridiculous William thinks it is when they cry like this, but the tears just keep coming.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Their voice is barely a whisper, broken and utterly miserable. "I'm scared. I'm just scared. I promise, I'm just scared. I'm sorry."
They keep mumbling apologies, but their cries start to crack their voice. It's not long until they're overcome by their emotions. They can't speak anymore. All they can do is sob hysterically into the hand wrapped around their face.
Although he is the object of their terror, Temperance clutches at William's gloved hand and arm as if their life depends on it. As if he was the only thing keeping them anchored to the earth.
It's a lovely sight, William thinks to himself, watching them claw at him for comfort. Even when he's gone out of his way to torment them, the only person they can find any solace in... is still him.
He nuzzles the teeth of the mask against Temperance's cheekbone. The teeth are made of plastic, and are ineffective at wiping up tears, but the gesture snaps Temperance out of their sobbing fit.
"Ah! That's cold..."
"Mhm..."
He loosens his grip on their face, and chooses instead to cup it, just as he had intended to earlier.
"Do you really think I'm so idiotic that I'd let anything happen to me?"
Temperance shakes their head.
"Do you think I would have let anything happen to you?" His voice has softened.
It's dishonest, but Temperance shakes their head again. When he'd put Bonnie's arm on them, they were sure that something was bound to go wrong. They were certain that they'd end up in the hospital by the end of the night. They'd never tell him that.
But William knows. He wanted them to be scared, after all.
He sweeps Temperance up into a weird embrace. Just as he had done in his workshop, he rests his head on top of theirs, and slowly pets their hair. The suit is so much larger than them, they practically disappear in his arms.
"You need to learn how to listen."
"I know," they say into his chest, "I'm sorry..."
---
William doesn't need help to get in and out of the suit. He's gotten into it alone before, and he's gotten out of it alone, too. Knowing how to get it off of oneself quickly could be the difference between life and death.
Still, lately there are few things he enjoys more than watching Temperance work.
A bead of sweat races down their temple as they wrench and work the torso of the suit off of William. When he'd first suggested they assist him, they begged and pleaded with him to not make them do it. But they'd since fallen into a smooth rhythm. When Temperance finally stopped complaining, and simply tried their best, they were brilliant. Quick, fluid, and focused.
It was like they became a different person when they were working. The constant anxiety in their sad black eyes faded, and their brows furrowed into a look of determination. One might even describe them as confident.
The process was still slower than it would have been if William just did it himself, but that wasn't important. He wanted to see them do it.
He stood there for a long time, in the middle of his cluttered workshop, letting them undo each piece and set it off to the side. They had stayed quiet for most of the process, except for when the springlocks in one of the (thankfully, already removed) leg plates suddenly snapped while in Temperance's hands.
It had startled them badly, and they dropped it to the floor. They were mortified. They apologized profusely for dropping a piece of the suit, but William could only laugh at them.
When the last pieces of the suit, the feet, were removed, Temperance crumpled to the floor.
They wiped their forehead with the back of their hand. "Please, don't ever make me do that again..."
"Oh? But you were wonderful, Temperance!" William is all smiles. He claps for them, the exact same way the rabbit had clapped for himself earlier. Temperance blushes.
He squats down to be closer to them while he talks. It looks very awkward. His legs are just so long.
"I never doubted you for a second, you know? You should consider that, the next time you choose to doubt me."
Now Temperance's blush was the result of embarrassment. But he's right. Nothing truly terrible has happened tonight. Temperance feels foolish for having thought he would let anything go awry.
"I know. I really am sorry."
"You don't have to keep apologizing. We all have our moments," he takes a second to reach out and push some of Temperance's hair out of their face, "All I want is for you to learn from your mistakes. Can you do that for me?"
Temperance nods.
His hand lingers in their hair. He starts to develop a mildly frustrated expression. He pushes himself forward, into a kneeling position, right in front of Temperance.
He clicks his tongue as he begins to fuss with their hair. "What is the point of wearing this clip if your bangs don't stay in it?" He undoes the loose hair clip, and tucks their bangs back into place.
"I've had an exciting night..." Temperance mumbles. They can't look at him, not when he's so close.
"Maybe I should get you a new one..." He ignores them, and thinks out loud to himself. "Something nicer. Something prettier than this plain old thing..."
"... Maybe one that's rabbit shaped?"
Temperance is making a joke at his expense, but William is too self absorbed to notice. He seriously considers it.
"What a fantastic idea, Temperance."
---
"You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you?" William asks them while standing in front of his open refrigerator.
"You haven't either."
"No, I suppose not..." He starts to dig around in the fridge, before tilting his head back to look at the clock on the wall. "And it's much too late now to order a pizza..."
"Wait, what time is it?"
"Mm... Almost two in the morning, I'm afraid."
Temperance nearly jumps out of their seat at the kitchen table.
"Almost two in the morning? Augh..." They put their head in their hands. "I have work tomorrow..."
"No you don't."
"Uh... Yes, I definitely do."
He tuts at them. "Which one of us in this room is the employee, and which one of us is their boss?"
Temperance looks at him dumbly.
He smiles.
"I'm your boss. You don't have work tomorrow."
"My manager is going to freak."
"Then I'll can them. Maybe I'll even replace them with you. The team would probably be better off."
They both know that's not true. Temperance is not a team player. Their coworkers already don't really like them. Making them a manager would be like adding water to an oil fire.
"Anyway," He changes the subject casually, "Do you like pasta? I have some leftover spaghetti bolognese in here. Might go nicely with..." He plucks half of a packaged baguette off the top of the fridge, "Some bread?"
"Spaghetti Bolognese?" Temperance accidentally mimics his accent when they repeat "Bolognese", and they shrink with embarrassment. He just groans.
"It's spaghetti, darling. With tomato sauce. And minced beef."
"Oh..." Temperance taps their chin, "Is that the proper name for it? I would just call it spaghetti."
Nobody says anything for a few seconds.
"Uhm... I can eat that, that's fine."
"Perfect." He carries on as if nothing had happened.
Even after being reanimated, William's cooking is delicious. He'd made a bit more sauce to rejuvenate the leftover noodles, and spread some lovely homemade garlic butter over the bread.
"You made all this?"
"Guilty, except the bread" he says, before taking a sip from his glass of cola.
"I don't usually like leftover spaghetti. I bet it was fantastic when it was fresh."
"You should come over more often. I can make you anything you'd like."
Temperance blushes for the millionth time that night.
"Uh..." They avert their eyes, "I wouldn't want to be a bother. I've caused you a lot of trouble tonight."
"Nonesense. We were just playing, weren't we?" He looks at them expectantly. The way he says the word "playing" feels suggestive. Or maybe Temperance is just a degenerate.
He holds his glass by its top, and swirls the dark liquid around. "I don't entertain many guests–"
"I noticed," Temperance blurts.
He scowls at them, but it's forced. He's obviously just being silly. Temperance giggles, and his expression immediately shifts into a soft smile.
"As I was saying... I don't entertain many guests, and I wouldn't mind having some company every so often. At the very least, to help me get all this food eaten..." He pokes at his pasta. "I always make far too much. Old habits, I suppose."
Temperance wants desperately to pry into his personal life, but they decide against it. They've already pissed him off a few times tonight, and they would like to avoid spoiling his good mood.
"Well... If you don't mind having me, then I guess... Yeah, I can come over for dinner again."
William's face is starting to get sore from all the smiling he's done, but he lets another one slip passed. He can't help it. Things could not have gone better tonight.
---
Despite William's insistence that they don't, Temperance helps him clean up after dinner.
"You really didn't have to do that, Temperance. Next time I have you over, I expect you to laze around." He's standing by the counter, with a dishtowel slung over his shoulder.
"I would feel bad if I didn't do something... Isn't it nice to have some extra hands?" Temperance covers their mouth and yawns.
William ignores the question. Instead, he gently brushes his knuckles across their cheek. They freeze up.
"Ah, you poor thing," he mutters, patronizingly, "It's so late... you must be exhausted. And here I am, letting you clean my kitchen. What kind of host am I?"
Temperance is so stunned by the sudden tenderness of his actions and words that they can't formulate a response.
"Why don't you... stay the night tonight?"
"Auh– I'm... sorry?"
His eyebrows raise. "Do you have something lodged in your ears? Can you not hear me clearly?"
"Uh," they stumble over their words, "I heard you I just– I didn't expect–"
He corrals them into the entryway.
"Please, don't be shy. Why waste time driving you home at this hour? You can stay here. It doesn't bother me."
"I don't have any pajamas..."
"You can borrow mine."
Temperance squeaks. He laughs at them.
"I'm only joking. They wouldn't fit you." He eyeballs them a bit. "If you insist on going home tonight, you can leave whenever you'd like."
He starts making his way up the stairs, and Temperance begins to panic.
"Are you... not going to drive me home?"
"You have working legs, don't you? You can walk."
Temperance fidgets in place. Walking home at this time of night? Maybe they could get away with it in this part of town, but not where they lived. It was a bad idea. William had to know that. Why was he making this so difficult?
They can't go home. Not on foot.
"Okay."
He stops midway up the stairs.
"I'll stay here..."
He turns and grins at them, before beckoning them to follow him.
"Uh..."
William huffs and folds his arms over his chest. "Surely you don't expect me to make you sleep in the living room? You're my guest," he bows dramatically and extends an arm towards the stairs, "You'll sleep in my bed tonight, and I'll take the sofa."
Temperance wants to protest. They want to protest very, very badly. But they can tell his patience with them is growing thin again. There's no point in trying to argue with him once he's made up his mind.
Temperance follows him up the steps and into his bedroom. He flicks on the light, and the room is illuminated by a soft warm glow. It's elegant and inviting, especially now that Temperance isn't running from a giant rabbit anymore.
"I know it probably won't be very comfortable to sleep in your jeans... I apologize. Really, if you'd like to try on something of mine–"
Temperance shakes their head.
"No! I'll be okay! I've slept under worse circumstances."
William nods. He's a little disappointed.
He undoes a corner of the blanket on his side of the bed, and folds it over for Temperance. The sheets of the bed are made of something different from the comforter and pillow cases, but it is similarly luxurious... and, of course, also purple.
Temperance tucks themselves into the bed, and William heads towards the door.
"Let me know if you need anything. I'll be downstairs." He smiles at them one last time before turning the light off. "Goodnight, Temperance."
Temperance mumbles a, "Goodnight..." back to him as they settle into the bed. It really was so much nicer than their own. The comforter is heavy, but not suffocating. The room is nice and cool.
They really are exhausted. Physically and emotionally drained. It isn't long before Temperance drifts off to sleep.
William hadn't gone far. In fact, he'd waited outside of the cracked bedroom door, listening out for the sounds of soft, sleepy breathing.
But Temperance makes odd noises in their sleep, he discovers. They snore, and occasionally, they make strange little groans and moans, like something is agitating them.
Maybe they have vivid dreams. Maybe they have vivid nightmares.
He approaches their sleeping form carefully. It's only now, while looking at their peaceful, unconscious face, that he notices just how sad they look under normal circumstances. When they're awake, their neutral expression is a lot more somber, and always vaguely frustrated. He understands finally why people think they're so unapproachable.
He takes the clip out of their hair, and sets it on the nightstand. They had forgotten to undo it before getting into bed.
He stares at them for a long time, watching their chest rise and fall with each breath. Listening to the strange murmurings they make. Sometimes it sounds like they're trying to say something, but he never catches any real words.
William has always struggled to resist his urges. Trying to tell himself no was like pulling teeth.
He hovers over Temperance, and presses a gentle kiss to their lips. He barely makes any contact... but it's just enough to send a chill down his spine.
--- --- ---
Everything goes according to plan! Isn't he so lucky?
...
And creepy! Not that Temperance would have objected to a goodnight kiss, but still.
It would be nice if William could be forthcoming about his feelings for Temperance, but it's so much fun to play these games with them.
Thank you for reading, as always! :) I've drafted the events of these passed 3 parts quite a few times, but I'm satisfied with the outcome. What used to be one part turned into three! It was worth it, I think. I hope you think so, too.
do any of you guys have specific car headcanons for william? im hopeless with cars, but i want to have like a sort of reference in mind for it. it's hard to find anything though when i dont really know much about cars lol
do any of you guys have specific car headcanons for william? im hopeless with cars, but i want to have like a sort of reference in mind for it. it's hard to find anything though when i dont really know much about cars lol
ive gotten a draft completed for my SFW alphabet and got like halfway through the NSFW one but im not really satisfied with the way either of them cracked out, and i think it's because i tried to do a more "x reader" style? i feel like it's hard to write for my william if im not specifically writing about him and tempe (or even him and clara). but i dont know... i think ill try redoing it with tempe in mind and see if the quality improves.
not having a definitive subject to work with and trying instead to work with a more broad kind of reader makes it difficult to write certain situations...
