The Fixer's Compendium

~Oneshots~

《¤》 The Fixer's Pick-me-up

《¤》 Back Together (The Fixer's special chapter)

~Headcanons~

《¤》 Weirdly specific headcanons 1

~Stories~

《¤》 Golden Hour (drive link to all versions)

“Sandwiches, check… Lemonade, check… Books, check… Tablet so we can watch stupid shit, check…”

One simply hearing her or perhaps reading her words on a computer screen might assume that she was actually using a physical pen to paper checklist but no. She didn't feel like it. It was too warm out to make checklists, and she just wanted to get to it already.

You see, Y/N just a had a wonderful invention finally installed in her house, after the long, smoldering heat of multiple summers past; an air conditioning unit. Amazing, I know. William couldn't help but sit and marvel at how cute it was to see her so excited about it, once the man installing it went on his merry way out. He did wish he could help with it somehow, but considering his state, he knew well why he ought to be out of sight.

Y/N brought over a picnic basket and placed it on the red and white checkered blanket of the garage floor. Through the look in Will’s eyes alone, you could immediately tell how cute and funny he considered the sight to be. And yet he said nothing of it, merely staring at her as she meticulously arranged the stack of books, his back against the wall.

It was nice to know she also obsessively arranged her things. They had more in common than he'd ever assumed. He… Liked that.

“What are ya waiting for? Sit down with me, Will!”

He was intending to, but he wanted to see what she'd do if he didn't comply right away.

“Oh Will ya oh Will ya, Will, pretty please?”

…And it didn't disappoint.

Satisfied, William made his way over to her side, slowly lowering his body to sit. None of his movements could ever be described as elegant. Every time he sat or got up, every time he walked, inevitably a whirring sound would emit from the points, sometimes a squeak or two when he hadn't been oiled in a while.

“When he hadn't been oiled in a while”. God it was strange being what he was. That mere thought sounded so incredibly wrong and strange.

But he had better things to concern himself over. He got 30 long years to mull over his sorry state of existence, but now, he was not going to mope around Y/N, the one person who cared enough to help him. He had too much pride. And… To be frank, he still felt like a guest. It would be awfully rude to disregard the host in favor of his moping, would it not?

He watched silently as she began to chew on her sandwich tentatively like a rabbit.

“I wish you could eat with me.” Y/N admitted.

His head twitched to the side. He was uncomfortable with the mere mention. He'd rather try to forget, and merely pretend that he wasn't eating because he didn't feel like it. He had a full breakfast, he'd tell himself.

“I don't care.” William said, quickly. “Whether I can eat a sandwich is hardly my biggest concern, dear.”

“S-Sorry.” She stuttered out, having apparently realized what she did. “I won't mention it again, okay?”

His silver eyes blankly stared forward.

He had to sit far away from her and what was sprawled out on the blanket. It was far too likely for him to make something spill or make the books fall over.

God he hated that.

He wished he could sit wherever he liked. In life, he was able to. He was thin and nimble, and he prided himself in his lack of clumsiness. But being stuck in the animatronic that once gave him such comfort to perform as… He was not himself anymore. Not truly.

Y/N began reading peacefully after she put on some classical music off her tablet. He looked over her soft face, the line of her shoulders, the curve of her waist. So pretty. Ah… he wanted to stay next to her more often.

What was stopping him?

William got up. Back when the woman trusted him far less, she would've looked at him immediately. Suspiciously. But now, she trusted him enough to not even look away from the page.

He lumbered over to her side of the blanket, and sat right behind her.

And suddenly-

He pulled her against him by the waist, against his plush chest. She made this deliciously scared sound that he'll replay in his mind for the rest of his existence. Something between a gasp and a squeak. What a particular sound. What a particular girl.

“Let me go, I'm tryna read!”

“You can read here.”

“I wanna eat.”

His eyes twinkled in excitement hearing that.

“I can feed you.”

……

A thought came to her.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

……

William huffed. “You just went. Don’t lie to me, dearest.”

Her eyes went wide as she tried to look at him. “Why do you always know when I go to the bathroom? Pervert.”

He clicked his tongue. “Silly bunny. You know well how much I enjoy watching you go about your day.”

“Including watching me pee?”

“No. I never said that.”

Of course, that wasn’t to say he never peeked when you were bathing. He couldn't possibly help himself.