William T. Spears X Reader Overtime

    Pushing open the door, you saw why William had sent you home. Although you technically weren't a neat freak, you tried to keep everything organized. However, papers were here and there, on the floor, upside down, on top of your lamp. 'Wow, I was a mess. How could I not tell how tired I was?' you scolded yourself silently. Lately, you had been getting sidetracked, but oddly enough, you only got sidetracked when William was around. Something about his brown hair, his glasses and the way he moved them with his scythe was amazing to you. He was always so calm and collected, and a great shinigami at that, but most of all he was truly an interesting man. 'No, I can't allow my thoughts to wonder.' you thought. You quickly sorted through all of your papers, finding most of them to be unfinished or not started. 'Great, I'll be working overtime for the next 300 years!'

    Sighing, you began jotting down notes on a blank piece of paper, trying to figure out about how long it would take for you to finish everything. Too long. Maybe you could bribe that annoying red head into doing your work for you. Anything was worth a try. You walked out of your office, trying to figure out what you could bribe him with. Grell fell for most anything. Most of the time, what you gave him wasn't really much, so you had come to the conclusion that he just wanted to help you. At least, you hoped that was all.

    Knowing that most of the time the obnoxious reaper hung out around Spears, you marched into William's office. "Where's Grell?"

    William glared up at you from behind his desk. "Not here yet. Why? And why are you here so early? You need you sleep."

    "I'm here, so I don't fall so far behind that I can't catch up. And I really need to talk to Grell." You glared back at the older reaper, unhappy that he couldn't just answer your question without giving you a question of his own. Even though he was your boss, you had never bothered to address him properly, and he never seemed to care. But, when others addressed him without the formalities, he always scolded them... but why not you?

    William sighed and stared at you for a moment, his eyes fixated on yours. "Where is all your late paper work?"

    Brushing your (h/c) bangs out of your face, you held up the papers in your hand. "Right here. Why?" He took them out of your hands and added them to his stack of paperwork. "Wha-What are you doing?" William never helped anyone with their paperwork, and him taking yours to do made you wonder.

    "I cannot allow anybody fall behind. The more you fall behind, the more overtime I have." You frowned. That was his reason? He almost always had overtime! Staring at him, you tried to detect any sign of emotion. He worked quickly and neatly, better than you ever hoped to do, and his precision was superb. Without realizing it, you nodded your head, smiling. "(y/n), why are you smiling? Shouldn't you be working?"

    His voice pulled you out of your daze. "O-Oh, sorry! I-I was just...I don't know..." You let your last words fade into nothingness as you felt your face grow warm. His piercing green eyes were locked onto your face as you turned around to leave his office. 

    

    -X-

    "(y/n)! Wake up." You felt someone gently shaking your shoulder and opened your eyes. Looking up, you noticed that five other shinigami were in your room.

    "What?" You complained. You had been sleeping and your dream had been pleasant...about William. "I was just taking a break!"

    "Yeah, a five hour one." Ronald Knox smirked at you. You reached across your table and slapped him in the face, using just enough strength to cause him pain. He fell back and stayed quiet.

    "Are you sure you alright?" Grell piped up.

    "Well, Grell, from the was (y/n) just slapped Ron, she's more than alright." Eric Slingby grinned, placing his arm across Alan Humphries. "Doesn't she look just fine?" He asked Alan.

    You watched quietly as they talked back and forth, ignoring you. You were about to yell at them to shut up, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw William there. He motioned for you to follow, and quietly slipped past the others, unnoticed. Sighing, you pulled your hair back and put it into a loose bun as you followed your boss. 'Where could he be leading me?' you wondered. He walked down the hall, fast enough that you had to jog to keep up. Finally, he stopped and opened at door. Grabbing your hand, which caught you by surprise, he dragged you inside. Inside a closet full of cleaning supplies.

    Even though you new your face was bright red, you managed to keep your voice steady as you talked. "Why the heck are we in a closet? Why could't we just go to your office?"

    "Because, other people would find us, and I wanted to talked to you alone."

    You glared at him. "Why?"

    "So I could do this." He leaned in. You expected him to kiss you, but he stopped when his eyes were level with yours, and you felt a sharp pain go through your cheek.

    You snapped your head back to look at him. "What was that?"

    He narrowed his eyes. "You fell asleep on the job. Don't you agree that you got of fairly easy?"

    "So, you dragged me into a closet to slap me? What are you playing at William?" You were hurt. He had gotten your hopes up, then shot you down.

    "Call me Will and no, that's not the main reason I brought you in here. I need to know why you've been so distracted lately. I figured that knowing you, you'd rather nobody hear it." You looked up into his eyes, and saw something you'd never thought you'd see. A loving look.

    You started to shake. You had always shook when you were nervous, but now you were also red. "Uh..um....There's...this guy...that I can't get...out of my mind...." You whispered. You knew that even if you lied to him now, he'd find out sooner or later. You gazed up into his eyes, and noticed what you thought was a look of disappointment. 

    "Oh." Will's voice contained hints of sadness. "That's all? I thought it'd be something more serious..." He avoided your gaze. You stared at him, wondering if he liked you. As far as you could tell, he was madly in love with you. You started to laugh at the thought, causing Will to give you a weird look.

    "What are you laughing at?"

    You covered your mouth with you hand, trying, but failing to conceal your laughter. "N-nothing! I was just thinking about..something." You turned away to leave the tiny closet you were in, and felt a hand grab yours. Turning back around, you felt Will press his mouth against yours.

    "Please don't leave me."