Hello everybody! This is my masterlist for all my fics (both complete and incomplete). I have that Afton brainrot after the FNAF movie, so that is currently what I'm writing. Don't worry, we can share the braincell!
[ o ] - ongoing
[ x ] - finished
[ * ] NSFW parts
William Afton/Steve Raglan x Female! Reader
Bunny Ears - [ o ] [ * ]
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24
- Prefer to read on a03?
Once Upon a December - [ x ]
Footprints
Dance With Me? (Part 1)
Dance With Me? (Part 2)
- Prefer to read on a03?
And There You Were - [ o ]
Part 1
Mechanised Devotion - [ x ] [ * ]
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
- Prefer to read on a03?
Follow the Yellow Rabbit - [ o ]
[Currently being Re-Written]
Masquerade - [ o ]
Part 1 Part 2
The Blood Runs Thicker - [ o ] [ * ]
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20
- Prefer to read on a03?
Bunny Punk - [ x? ] [ * ]
Part 1 Part 2
Do You Need Some Vitamin D? - [ o ]
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Hi tomboy, and hello everybody else who will see this post!
Sorry I haven't been around, things have honestly been mental! I graduated university, I struggled with my mental health, got sick, got better, my relationship of 7 years went onto the rocky precipice of change. My cat got sick enough to maybe need surgery, got into my first car accident! (I'm okay, it was minor), turned a whole year older, got a job! Thought was doing well in job, had review, nobody likes me in job. Decided I'm going to go take myself on holiday! Now going to Australia in 9 weeks having never flown by myself before.
I haven't forgotten any of my fics, I've honestly been torn about writing again because I just don't know if anybody even cares about them anymore.
Trying to improve myself mentally, physically (and financially cause holy fuck living is expensive).
Answered with much love and hope for the future for all of us
Hi! Question. How long have you been into William/Steve/Dave? Did you ever get into the Vincent era of the Purple Guy? :0
Hi there! I've been into William/Steve/Dave for a while, I suppose I have always been interested since they were just 'the purple guy' (from a lore perspective), but I also remember vividly the amount of time that I saw Vincent content for haha. I was never a Vincent stan myself though, I guess I just was never that into the human aspect of the fandom when I was younger.
And then we got a voice in Sister Location and suddenly Mr. Afton was a very viable candidate for the brain rot, please and thank you
I just wanted to start off by saying; thank you for being so patient, it really is appreciated, and I appreciate all the love and support that you guys have continued to give me despite the lack of uploads.
I've been trying to finish university, and have recently handed in and submitted my dissertation (hoping for a decent mark). Hopefully, this should allow me to write a little more.
But whilst I'm finishing university, I'm trying to help support myself a little more as I prepare to join the world of work full time; and so, I've set up a little Ko-Fi!
If you would like to support me, anything is appreciated, but if you feel like you want to have a little treat, I'm now offering commissions too! Yes, you heard that right, I'm now offering commissions. Ranging from 500-2000 words (and available in SFW and NSFW), I'll write up something that will hopefully give you some enjoyment and feel more personal to you (and it doesn't even have to be FNAF related if you don't want!).
Disclaimer; Obviously talk to me about what you want first, I reserve the right to refuse commission if the topic you're asking me to write about makes me feel uncomfortable, but honestly in some cases, I might just feel like I can't do it justice.
Thank you for listening to me rant! And thank you for continuing to support me!
Hey Guys! I wanted to thank everybody for their support so far with my writing, and honestly, I can't believe that this November will be 2 years of me writing fics?! Damn. I really got that old man brain-rot didn't I?
But I wanted to share some of the incredible artwork I've managed to commission/collect from the amazing artists in our community, and shout them out!
First off;
@arkarti and their beautiful sketches of the one and only; Incubunny!
Thank you so much again for drawing the silly! He looks so fluffy and adorable! And thank you for interpreting my weird ramblings when I tried to describe..you know...monster William.
You can find them; here! (and here)
Next up;
@itsybitsyb0nes who did this amazing rendition of a certain scene from Mechanised Devotion, IYKYK
Thank you so much for doing this! I love the detail you've put into it, and thank you for understanding my ramblings about so many different writings!
You can find them; here!
Next up;
@springlockedfool , a great friend, amazing artist (and avid collector of Daves), with the awesome doodles of Vampire! Dave.
Thank you for encouraging me to write Dave in the first place, and for all the fun, good times we've shared rambling over random shit together! We shall never forget the haunting jingle of Dave's Christmas socks.
You can find them; here! (And here)
And last, but by no means least;
@thoundcarriers , who also drew my creature son, vamp Dave.
Thank you for capturing his gremlinness, the socks still absolutely send me, as does his little pillow nest.
Hii i really enjoy your stories and i was wondering if you have something like a taglist or any other way i could get chapter updates for your story "and there you were" 🥰
Hi hi! Sorry I haven't answered this before (and I can't see when it was sent lol), I can add you to the tag-list for the next update ^^
I pray you aren’t dead 😭 I’ve read all your works and i literally check ever week to see if you’ve uploaded.
Hi friend! Not dead, I'm just incredibly busy irl and have to prioritize that unfortunately! But I'm trying to be better and more consistent with uploads again, as I'm aware that there are quite a few stories that need updating.
Thank you for all your kindness and patience and for checking in one me :)
The Blood Runs Thicker (part 20) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~
~Uni sucks, life sucks and not even in the sexy vampire way, but I finally have some motivation to write! Also prepare for more expanded vampire lore!~
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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - ??), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama/Angst. Possessive behaviour
The light hurt your eyes even through your heavy lids as you were shaken awake. Groaning and swatting the large, heavy hand away from your shoulder before a soft chuckle reached your ears, earning a soft press of thick fingers into the bites along your neck, making you hiss uncomfortably and sit upright quickly. Blearily staring at the source of pain as he licked his fingers clean from the small drops of blood that coated them from your rebroken skin.
"Good morning sunshine." A soft purr to his voice, scowling at him in return before he chuckled and shook his head slightly, twisting his body to grab something from behind him. "You're particularly irritable this morning."
"Oh jee, I wonder why that might be, maybe because you just stuck your finger in my neck?" Scowling at him as he placed a tray in your lap, heavy with fruits, toast and those tiny useless pots of jam that only hotels carried. Blinking slowly as you realised he was dressed already. The light was fading through the partly open curtains, and your whole body felt as if it was stiff and aching like you'd been working out for four days straight. "How long was I out?"
"Long enough, little rabbit." William murmured, his silvery eyes focused intently on you as his hand reached for your face, gently pulling on your lower eyelid and checking it for a moment before leaving his warm, rough palm against your cheek for a moment more. Seemingly lost in thought before he pulled it away and stretched, the pop of his back settling into place accompanied by a satisfied groan. "I was starting to worry about you."
"Worry about me? Are you going soft, old man."
"Says the person who fucked that 'old man' last night." Waggling his eyebrow suggestively before you groaned, rolling your eyes in return and inhaling deeply. Realising just how hungry you were when you picked up the first piece of toast and smelt it, shoving it into your mouth unceremoniously as William stood up from the bed, your face turning into a slight frown as you realised that it wasn't quite as flavourful as you expected. Putting it down to stress, you shrugged and continued eating.
He grabbed a bottle from the mini-fridge, recognizing the dark liquid inside with not so much as an eyebrow raise anymore as he began to chug it like milk from the carton, giving you an ample chance to look over him and appraise what he was wearing for the day.
Afton looked somewhat more put together, the faint pink lines under his collar from the springlock failure lighter than the previous day even, dressed in a black dress shirt and a pair of black tailored slacks he looked as if he meant business as he rolled the sleeves up. Giving you a fanged grin as he caught you staring at his scared forearms as he revealed them and making you blush and turn your attention back to breakfast.
"You look nice." The compliment mumbled knowing full well that the vampire would be able to hear you. Earning another grin and a hum of approval as he looked you over, sheets carefully wrapped around your body as you made your way through the food he'd brought you. The morning light streaming in and catching your face, he felt his chest pang with something, frowning and pressing it far down back into the little box it had escaped from before he turned his back to you.
"Thank you bunny, I got some clothes out for you too, to make you look presentable."
"Is this the other friend you mentioned?"
"It is."
"We didn't have to dress up for Henry."
"That was different. This is...." William trailed off, trying to think on how to describe what he was planning on dragging you into. His shoulders tensing before slumping slightly, still on edge but thinking how he had lost his temper with you unfairly the day before and you had gone out to find him food. You had been willing to risk yourself for him more than once, and now, William Afton was starting to feel his debt to you biting him in the ass. "It's not so much a friend."
Turning his head, he could see you looking up at him, curious, with that little head tilt to one side that you subtly did when you wanted him to continue talking without wanting to ask. Sighing again as he turned around and leaned against the dresser, arms crossed against his chest almost protectively as his silvery eyes avoided yours.
"We're going to meet somebody that can help us get away from it all. Make sure that it's harder for Elizabeth and Michael to find us, or any other old ghost for that matter." Pursing his lips and rubbing his hand over his greying beard for a moment before continuing. "Not that I expect them to actually do it, but even being in that area, I might run into somebody who is willing to help out."
"You trust this person?"
"Oh not for a second, which....which is what I should warn you about. They're...manipulative, they'll try to get into your head, given half the chance, they will eat you alive."
"Sounds awfully familiar." Jumping in your skin slightly as you felt William's warm, rough hand on your chin and forcing you to look up at him. Having not heard him moving across the room, you forgot how silent the vampire could be when he wanted to be.
"I'm serious, little rabbit. They will slaughter you for fun given the opportunity. When we met, it was survival. We're talking about a vampire that doesn't need to do things like that, who's built up an empire so vast and expansive that they have no need to hunt for anything except for spot." The cold, stern tone to his voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, swallowing softly as you nodded as best as you could in his grip.
"Who the hell are you taking me to see, William?"
The vampire paused before he made himself let go of your jaw, biting his lip for a moment before he shook his head, looking away from you and fiddling with the rolled up cuffs on his sleeves. It made you even more nervous, seeing him fidgeting so much, so agitated, almost more so than when you were on the way to see Henry Emily. You began to worry about what on earth you were being dragged into this time, what would make William Afton nervous, aside from another ghost of his past.
"We're going to visit my sire. The one who made me what I am."
You almost wished that you were dealing with the ghosts again.
William had played dress-up with you before you left the motel. Making sure that you were wearing stockings, a small pair of heels that you weren't sure where in hell he pulled them from in his packed car, and a black dress that looked more suited to a job interview than going out. The high neckline covering up everything to just past your collarbones, the sleeves short and open, pinched at the waist and coming down to your knees, you almost thought it looked like something you'd wear to a funeral. William had pulled on a sweater over the top of his shirt, dark blue still somewhat stark against his black shirt, his eyes focused on the road ahead and the streetlights reflecting in his glasses as day began to slowly turn into night again.
He had explained through the quiet chatter on the radio that his sire lived in a city a few hours south, although he had to do a detour to make sure that you wouldn't pass through Hurricane again and risk detection, and that they were currently living in Arizona in what was classed as a 'nest' of other vampires of their own making. His sire had always been social, and thrived off of the attention that being doted upon by the ones they made gave them. You'd asked why he hadn't lived with them instead of returning to Hurricane, and you saw him tense at the corner of your vision for a moment before his reply finally spilt from his lips.
"I did for a time. Where did you think I disappeared to after I thought all my bridges had been thoroughly burnt?"
From the rest of the ride through some of the blistering Southern heat, you learned a little about vampire society in preparation to your first major exposure to it.
Firstly, vampires were often solitary, and in fact, his sire's situation was unusual. Too many vampires in one place starts to attract attention when blood bank stocks were low, or there was an absurdly large number of 'missing persons' that existed in a radius around that vampire nest. New Orleans, or major metropolitan areas such was New York were the only exceptions he could think of to that rule, but there were still limits to how effective that exception was.
Secondly, when a vampire was made they had a bond to their sire. It wasn't a paternal or maternal bond, but it gave the sire influence over their creations. William explained it more as a safety mechanism, it prevented the sireling from killing the sire, and the sire would be able to command their sireling to stop them from doing something stupid in return. However, the bond could be broken, especially if the sire wasn't present during the first moments after transformation, which he reluctantly explained was how Michael had been able to hurt him.
Thirdly, he needed to make a stop at a place before reaching his sire.
The street William pulled up to in the city that they reached as it was turning to true dark was just off of what looked like the equivalent of China-town for this city. The streets brightly lit and bustling with people despite the late hour, the sound hitting you like a wall when you stepped from the car, mouth watering as you could smell so many delicious things that you wanted to try as William encouraged you to link your arm with his and began to walk. His hands shoved deep into his pockets as he walked alongside you, eyes darting about and keeping you close to his side as you both received some glances from the local residents.
After a moment, he pulled you into little shop that had no sign out front, but the darkened windows and black lacquered panelling made it look rather ominous as you had to blink to adjust to the sudden light change once inside. The sound of a softly tinkling bell reaching your ears as your eyes adjusted to the gloom to see a small Asian woman emerging from the back, her black hair tied up in a bun and wearing a worn out t-shirt.
"I'm sorry we're just closing up for-"
"The changing of the guard? No worries, I'm happy to wait." William chuckled, his confidence seemingly back in place as he held himself, properly, releasing his arm from yours and gently tapping the middle of your back, leaning in to whisper to you. "Go have a look at the shelves for a bit, we won't be long."
You nodded slowly, the woman behind the counter eyeing you both suspiciously as you padded through the eerily quiet store. Breathing in deeply, you realised pretty quickly that it was a more traditional medicine shop, barrels and bags of various herbs and spices laying around, little drawers lining the back wall with carefully scribbled labels, making you squint as you tried to figure out what some of them said with the herbal, tea-like smell and the dim lighting making you feel sleepy.
"What are you still doing out there silly girl, I only sent you to get-" Another voice emerged from the back, heavy with an accent that couldn't quite place, and turning your head to see a short, older woman appearing from the back. The resemblance between the older and younger woman was uncanny, although the older woman was much shorter, and you couldn't help but immediately sense a familial connection between them. "Well well, do my eyes deceive me in my old age, or is that you William Afton?"
"The one and the same Mrs. Li, although I'm afraid I haven't aged as gracefully as you." William chuckled and smiled at the older woman, making her tut through her teeth and shake her head. Her dark hair shining in the low light like it was lacquered into place with how severe and precise the bun on her head was.
"Stop it you, embaressing me in front of my grand-daughter."
"Grand-daughter? My goodness, the last time I saw you, you were but a baby." The younger woman crossed her arms across her chest at the statement, and you couldn't help the pang of jealousy in the familiarity in his tone, although you knew that he was surely just being friendly.
The older woman sniffed and turned her head towards you, looking at you in the low light with eyes that seemed unnaturally dark, your brain wracking for what about them looked ever so slightly uncanny before you realised that it was almost like too much of her eyes were taken up by iris. Darkening the eye, reducing the amount of white that you could see.
"And you've brought a friend this time. A human friend at that." Mrs. Li offered you a smile, and you gave one back, before making your way back over to William, something in your instincts making you want to be closer to the vampire than the woman. "I smell her on you, and you on her."
"That would be correct, she's mine."
"About time you found one, last I heard you were back to haunting some dusty old restaurant." She chuckled, the younger woman disappearing with a dismissive wave after something was mumbled in Chinese, leaving through a bead curtain into the back of the store and presumably getting back to work.
"I could say the same with you still haunting this old shop."
"Bah, we all have our vices. Mine is my family, yours was your restaurant. But now, are you seeking a new vice, or perhaps a little something to take the edge off of some cravings?" The woman's smile was normal, perhaps a little crooked, but something about it made your skin crawl. Chastising yourself mentally for thinking so poorly of the small, harmless looking woman, although you were picking up on the slightly strange way that they were speaking to each other.
"Nothing like that, Mrs. Li. I was wondering if you still sold the old claiming sets?" You raised an eyebrow at the name, and the older woman chuckled, parting her lips and giving you the briefest glimpse of fangs layered behind their human teeth, making you blink as you were unsure that you had even seen it before she gave a coy smile at you.
"We have a few, they're rather old fashioned now, even amongst the elder sires."
"Yeah well, you know what a pretentious, old-fashioned bitch I'm on my way to see. It's a precaution." Afton's brow furrowed in concern, and the woman's smile dropped, looking solemnly up at him for a moment before her dark eyes flickered towards you.
"You're sure about going to see her, when you have company?"
"I need their help, and you know better than anybody that's she's damn-well aware of my presence in her city by now."
Mrs. Li sighed after a moment, shuffling around to look at the boxes on the wall, her fingers and long nails scratching lightly against the wood for a moment before landing on the brass handle of a box that looked like any of the others. Pulling it free and settling the long drawer on the counter, allowing you both to see inside. The inside was padded with green velvet, time-worn and fading, cradling a silvery coloured pair of chains inside. Her delicate fingers picking them up and examining them with a meticulous gaze before nodding and turning to look at William once more.
"I take it your symbol is still a rabbit."
"I am a creature of habit, as we all are Mrs. Li."
"Maybe an hour and it'll be ready. I'll bring some snacks out for you both. I'm not sending you away hungry."
The older woman shuffled off into the back, murmuring to herself in what you presumed was Chinese before looking at William, who simply smiled at you, even if it was a little strained for a reason you were growing increasingly concerned about. Gesturing for you to follow into the back with a flourish of his hand, keeping his thick fingers resting on the curve of your spine as he followed behind you.
There was something he wasn't telling you about his sire, but you supposed that you were in too deep to back out now, as you headed through the beaded curtains and into the dark beyond.
Roller Rink (Boss! William Afton x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF
Hello hello! I wanted to write something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things, so have a skating date with Will! Let me know what you think!
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WARNINGS: Age gap (reader in her mid 20's, Will is in his 40's), not edited, the fluffiest of fluff, Reader and Will skate together at a work party
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“Chrissy! Hey, hop in!” You call to the bubbly blonde who was already bouncing down the driveway, her skates slung over her shoulder. She piles into your Mercedes Wagon, vaulting over the middle row into the third row of seats that faced towards the back of the windshield.
“I can't believe your bosses rented out the entire Roll-A-Rama! They're so cool for letting you bring us!” One of them exclaims in the packed cab.
“Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily love to throw a good party.” You respond with a laugh. You pulled your sunglasses off the top of your head, shaking out your hair as it blew back in the breeze from the open window. You were on your way to Freddy’s annual summertime bash, your car filled with the excited screams of your friends.
“Are we going to get to see you flirting with your man?” Your copilot teases, nudging your shoulder.
You can't help but scoff and roll your eyes in response, “my man?”
“Girl, come on! You have been in love with this man, forever! How have you not made a move yet?” Someone else chimes in from the back seat.
“Because he's my boss?” You reply through a dumbfounded laugh.
“That just makes him even hotter.” You hear someone argue in response, a collective agreement from the rest of the car.
“You guys are ridiculous.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Just try not to embarrass me too badly.”
“No promises, if he's hot I'm gonna have to say something.”
You pull into the lot, recognizing a lot of your coworkers with their friends and family milling around in the parking lot, which appeared to be getting set up for a BBQ. “Everyone that’s drinking follow me to get wristbands!”
“Well, the party certainly has arrived.” Mr. Emily greets you all with a bright smile. “Ladies, how are we doing today?” He continues chatting casually as he checks all of your ID’s. He chuckles as he hands back the final license he had to check, “Hurricane has two r’s in it sweetheart.” She cringes as he catches her fake. “Are you driving home?” He asks quietly.
“No, sir.” She responds nervously. He wraps the purple wristband around her wrist.
“If anyone asks, you stole it.” She nods, the look of pure shock on her face making you chuckle. “Now, which one of you lovely ladies is driving tonight.” You raise your hand. “Alright, you know the drill. Go give your keys to Will, he's going to hold them to make sure you're good to drive before you leave.” There was a hurried, excited murmur through your group, a couple elbows being exchanged at drawing too much attention.
It wasn't hard to find him, the hulking mass of man lurking by the skate rental counter was a relatively difficult sight to miss. He straightens up when he sees you approaching, you hear one of your friends let out an impressed ‘wow’ as he rises to his full height. “Do us all a favor.” She whispers to you. “Climb that man like a damn tree.”
They all hung back while you went to go talk to him. You willingly surrendered your keys to him before he even had the chance to ask. “Planning on getting into a little bit of trouble tonight, are we?” He asks with a smirk.
“Me? Never.” You pout playfully at him. “I'm hurt that you would even think that, Mr. Afton.” Your heart races as you watch his silvery eyes flicker over your form.
“You're right, a good girl like you would never cause any trouble.” Your cheeks grow warm as you try to come up with a flirty response.
“The only trouble I can see myself getting into tonight is with you.” He raises an eyebrow at you, an almost impressed expression passing over his features.
“Is that right?” He chuckles, taking a couple steps closer to you. “Careful, little lady, you're going to end up with a lot of unwanted attention from me tonight.” He chuckles.
“Who says it's unwanted?” You shoot back, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and letting your eyes wander over his strong, broad shoulders. “I'll see you later, Mr. Afton.”
“Oh, yes you will, rabbit.” He winks at you before you hurry back to your friends.
“You're seriously blind if you can't see how into you he is.” You're immediately pulled into the squealing mass of girls all fawning over how cute you would be with Will. You weren't going to lie, you were really hoping he was planning on following through on his promise to see you later.
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After grabbing some food your group headed back inside, laughing as you all laced up your skates. “Mr. Emily!” You call out to him as you see him strolling past with his wife.
“Hey honey, how are you? Everyone's having fun I hope?” He asks with a cheerful smile.
“Oh yeah, we're having a blast! I was just wondering if, um, if you've seen Mr. Afton?” Your cheeks grew warm as the question tumbled from your lips.
“Will? He's already skating.” He leans down to speak quietly. “Between you and me, I think he's looking for you.” He chuckles.
“Me?” You ask, earning a nod from Mr. Emily. “Why would he be looking for me?”
“I've heard you're quite the skater, young lady, and Will is looking for someone… well, someone who can keep up with him.” He chuckles. One of your friends elbows you slightly, arching her brow at you. You're practically pulled from the bench, getting dragged to the wall to look out over the rink floor. Sure enough, you found Will. He wore a pair of dark purple skates with bright yellow wheels, which easily stood out from his otherwise entirely black ensemble of jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. He was skating in the middle of the rink, easily gliding around the center as he practiced a few simple warm up moves in time with the music that was playing.
“What are you waiting for? Go talk to him!” You're ushered out onto the floor, nervously cracking your knuckles as you rolled in his direction.
“Well, well, well, look who decided to join me.” He glides over to you, you thought your boss was a big man before, but seeing him wearing roller skates gave him a new, even more monstrous height.
“Mr. Emily was telling me you were looking for a skating partner…” You trail off with a coy smile.
“You think you're up for the task?” He rebuttals with a chuckle.
“With all due respect, Mr. Afton, I may be young but I'd like to think I'm pretty talented.” He offers you his hand with a gentle smile.
“Then why don't you prove it, rabbit.” Your hand slips into his. You both started off slow, just rolling next to each other at the start.
“I didn't think you'd be into something like this.” You remark casually.
“There's a lot of things you don't know about me, little lady.” He chuckles.
“I guess you're right, but there's a lot you don't know about me either.” Will’s hand comes to the small of your back as he carefully steps around you, avoiding your coworker that was sprawled out on the floor after slipping on his skates.
“I know a lot more than you think, rabbit.” You barely caught his response, the feeling of his hand burning against your skin.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” You challenge.
“Well…” he pauses for a second to think. You had found yourself drifting closer to him the longer you skated. Your awkward gliding side by side now turning more into a synchronized strut as you allow yourself to bump into his side. His hand slides across your back, wrapping securely around your waist as he keeps you tucked safely into his side. “I know that you don't like crowds, you prefer colder weather because you always get so, adorably excited whenever you can start wearing sweaters again… and don't think I haven't noticed your little Fizzy-Faz obsession.” He finishes with a laugh.
“What flavor-” You're cut off as he suddenly stops down to bring his face closer to yours.
“Cherry, because it always stains your lips the prettiest shade of pink.” He shoots you a playful smirk, noticing your flustered expression. You perk up when the music changes, Will glances at you curiously.
“I love this song!” You exclaim giddily. One of your friends whips past you, spinning and dancing along to the beat.
“You want to go join your friends?” He asks, you could hear the twinge of disappointment in his voice.
“If it’s all the same to you Mr. Afton… I’d like to stay here with you.” A smile slowly stretches across his features.
“You can call me Will, sweetheart.” He responds with a chuckle. “And I’d love to have a pretty little thing like you on my arm all night.”
“Dance with me, then.” You insist with a coy smile.
“Don't have to tell me twice.” He smiles. He maneuvers himself behind you, his hands coming to rest on the curves of your waist as he allows you to take the lead. He follows you closely through some of your favorite moves, “guess you weren't all talk, were you, baby?” You smile, taking his hand in yours.
“What can I say? I found a pretty good partner.” He chuckles at your response. You squeal as he tightens his grip around your waist, pressing you into his side as he effortlessly lifts you from the ground, spinning with you in his arms. You skated with Will for hours, enjoying some intimate small talk as he wrapped you up in his arms, his scruffy cheek pressed to yours as he leaned down to whisper compliments in your ear, each one leaving you more flustered than the last. He taught you a few more complicated moves he had learned over his skating career, both of you lagging as you fell into him more often than you would care to admit. But, every time Will was there to catch you in a strong embrace. Every so often you would catch sight of your friends, all of them ecstatic that you had managed to snag some alone time with the man that seemed to occupy your every thought. Your cheeks would grow warm as they would blow kisses at the two of you, one even screaming “get it girl!” As you rolled past, Will chuckled at the passing comment.
“It almost seems like they were expecting this to happen.” He says, shooting you a knowing smirk. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced up at him. It was the first time tonight you had really stopped to acknowledge how handsome he looked tonight. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you, his steely gray eyes almost seemed to shimmer under the neon roller rink lights. His strong arms stayed wrapped around your waist, muscles tensing under the delicate touch of your fingers. The musky smell of his cologne mixed with the subtle scent of cigarettes and machine oil clouded your thoughts.
“Will, I…” you swallow thickly, your mouth dry as you try to push out the confession you had been hiding for so long.
“Alright, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!” You both stumble slightly as the lights suddenly flash on, Will catching himself on the wall, pulling you flush against his chest to keep you upright.
“You okay?” The concern in his tone made your chest tighten.
“Yeah, thanks to you.” He scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he skates towards the edge of the rink.
“Would you…” he sucks in a deep breath. “Would you like to join me for a coffee or something?” You can't help but smile at his awkward invitation. “Call me selfish, but I'm just not ready to say goodnight to you yet.”
“I would love to. However, I'm the designated driver for whichever of my girls didn't get picked up by one of your horndog chefs.” You explain with a chuckle. He carefully sets you down on the neon star covered carpet, “unfortunately, it would have to be some other time.”
“I could always help you get everyone home.” He offers quietly.
“If you don't mind being in a car full of drunk party girls.” You giggle.
“Spending time with you is worth it.” He slings a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you head to take off your skates.
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“You are huge!” Chrissy drunkenly slurs as Will slides into the driver's seat of his car. You attempt to hide your embarrassed expression, dropping your face into your hands with a laugh, Will simply chuckles at the outburst.
“Where am I headed, kiddo?” Will asks, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She slurs out her address, Will seemingly having caught enough of it to know where he was heading. Chrissy sits forward, bringing her face next to yours in an attempt to whisper something, her lack of volume control at the moment made her attempt less than successful.
“He's seriously your boss?” You nod in response. “He's fucking hot… no wonder you want to–” You quickly clamp your hand over her mouth.
“Chrissy, you're drunk.” You laugh trying to quickly snap her off the subject.
“You're drunk!” She responds when she finally manages to push your palm away from her face. “I'm just saying, if she doesn't let you bring her home, I'm available!”
“Chrissy!” You exclaim in horror. Will snorts out a laugh at her statement.
When you finally drop her off your mind was absolutely reeling, not knowing what Will would have to say to you after listening to your friends drunk ramblings. “She's safely inside, her sister looked terrified of me.” He jokes.
“Well, it's not every day you have an incredibly handsome wall of man dropping off your drunk sister, I guess.” You froze after you registered what you had said. “I am so sorry–”
“So, you think I'm handsome?” You were nervous to look at him at first, not sure how that question was supposed to be interpreted. Your shoulders soften as you meet Will’s gentle gaze. You nod apprehensively, still too nervous to reiterate that fact out loud. “Well, if it's any consolation, rabbit…” He slides closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his side. He gently takes your chin between his fingers, not allowing you to look away. “I think you're very, very pretty.” He growls seductively. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips come to rest against yours. Kissing Will was a lot different than how you had imagined it. He was surprisingly gentle with you, as if you were made of glass. His fingers gently kneaded against your plush waist, his other hand leaving your chin in order to cradle your cheek in his palm, his strong fingers lacing their way into your hair. You kissed him until your lungs burned, so caught up in him that you had neglected to breathe.
It takes you a moment to regain yourself. Your eyes hazy, pupils blown, Will’s chest filled with a sense of pride at the sight. “Will?”
“Yes, bunny?”
“Did you still want to grab that coffee?”
His smile widens in response, “of course, pretty girl. Anything if it means getting to spend more time with you.”
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