Michael Afton X reader

Chapter 3 revamp

While working in the kitchen again with Michael by Y/N's side, there were muffled sounds out the door until Fritz came in.

"Ma'am, calm down. I'm only one man," The southern man pleaded.

"That doesn't matter! Don't you close that d-"

Fritz practically slammed the kitchen doors shut on another Entitled mother, breathing heavily. He held his chest like he was about to have a heart attack which, fair, no one wants to deal with a wild Karen.

"Haha.. I hope I'm not interrupting ya, kitchen dwellers. It's getting rough out there, we may need another waiter out there."

"I call not it!" Y/N Shouted before anything else could be said. Fritz couldn't help but snort, while the British man just rolled his eyes.

"There was a reason I was in the parts and service you know." Michael glared at Fritz, but the southern man just shot him finger guns.

"Welllllll you can help out now with dealing with the 30-ish kids before ol Scotty pops a blood vessel from dealing with the lil gremlins and their parents."

"Why do I have to do so? Why can't the newbie do it?" Michael whines to Fritz, cutting a pizza while doing so.

"First off, I called not it, second off, I would end up in jail with how I'm going to handle the first Entitled woman who talks to me for more than 30 seconds" Y/N stated, handing the cut pizza to Michael, and motioning to the prepared drinks on their own platter. "And besides, I can't balance a pizza and.... 6 sodas in each hand!"

Scott then burst through the doors, and immediately called out in a tired and panicked voice, "Michael! Fritz! Both of you get out here, there's a party of 15 children with one parent chaperoning them! I need one of you on guard duty as well as waiter duty!"

"Not it! Good luck Mikey!" Fritz swapped the pizza with a glaring Michael again and grabbed the platter of drinks before pushing his way out the kitchen. Scott himself motioned for the British man to also get out, to which the sassy and kinda hot boy huffed and walked out into the chaos.

"Good lord it's getting bad, is this what a normal rush hour is like?" Y/N asked, watching their boss chug advil and a large cup of 'fizzy faz'

"It's so much worse. There's a group of 7 waiting for the other half of their party to arrive before they sit down. Those kids are going to explode, I swear. And this is just the beginning of rush! We're not in the thick of it yet!"

"Well thank god I'm preheating 7 pizzas and have plenty of that bootleg coca-cola ready to go."

"You are so much better at kitchen duty than Michael and Fritz... don't tell them I said that though." Scott praised, giving Y/N head pats before leaving the kitchen with another table order.

As Y/N auto-piloted the manual labor of pizza reheating and soda filling, they couldn't help but wonder many thoughts. This place is so understaffed it's barely hanging on yet they kept it up for who knows how long. Dallas's somehow keeps taking new workers so it ends up just the three senior staff that have the place down. And yet with the suspicious questions and nondisclosure agreement at the end of the hiring process would've been a big turnoff for a lot of potential workers. Also, what's with the head parts? Twice now that their hair got messed up by people taller. And one of them is really hot-

Y/N hissed as they realized they burned their hand on a pizza as their thoughts drifted to Michael. At least the gloves took the brunt of the heat but it still hurt like hell.

Lunch rush came and went, Y/N got to eat a specialty pizza with a much too long name, and soon enough it was closing. Michael grabbed Y/N by the collar and pulled them away before Scott can call for a clean-up.

"You still owe me that lunch"

"Can't you see the time? It's currently what, 9:30? Not at all lunchtime."

"It's lunchtime somewhere else and goddamnit I want something good from the coffee shop. It's open till midnight anyway so I don't care! I'm driving if your paying."

Y/N sputtered at Michael's demands, and of the fact that it's even more like a date now??? This man is so oblivious.

"well I mean. Uh. Yeah? Drop me off at my place first so I can actually have a decent outfit on though? I'd rather not be known as the two grapes drinking coffee and eating doughnuts."

"Deal, let's go now before Scott decides to check outside for us"

Michael easily slipped into his low truck reaching over to the passenger door and opening it from inside the truck.

"The outside handle doesn't work" the male inside the truck chimed.

Y/N wondered if this is how it feels to be in one of those shitty young adult romances they've seen in libraries for half price. But alas, they climbed in and shut the door, giving directions to their coworker. That they know very little about. Going on a date together. At least this gives the chance for simple questions like, "what's your favorite color?" "Do you have a favorite food?" And "if you were on a deserted island what would you want with you?". Classical ice breakers.

It was a short drive, not counting Michael taking a wrong turn, to get to their small house. Hopping out and rushing inside to put on actual fitting clothes, a simple white button-up and black pants. Anything is better than the Freddy's purple™

A quick brush to try and tame their hair and Y/N walked out and hopped back into the open truck, looking over at... Michael in a similar outfit to them.

"How the hell did you change so fast? Do you live nearby?"

"I changed here, I always have a spare outfit in my truck."

"... that's actually so smart. But also what if someone walked by the window?"

"Then I guess someone gets a show."

"Ew. Anyway I have my wallet on me, so let's just go"

"Aye aye, captain"

Michael drove horribly, but he's at least fast and efficient at getting somewhere. Parking on the street and hopping out, the coworkers walk inside the coffee shop and join a surprisingly long line to order their food and drink.

"I didn't know there was a way to get coffee to taste like watermelon."

"It actually tastes horrid, last I tried it," Michael admits, glaring lightly at the menu.

"Ah. Besides, it's a bit too late for coffee, and those smoothies look decent. Banana smoothie with chocolate drizzle? I think I know what I'm getting"

"That much sugar is definitely going to keep you awake."

"You just want to justify getting an over-caffeinated drink this late, Michael."

"Touche."

The two settle into their booth, sipping the respective drinks and slowly picking apart a croissant they decided to share. The exhaustion of the day hit at this point, and the two sat in calm silence, more enjoying each other's company than anything else.

Michael noticed Y/N glancing at him and gave a small but genuine smile back. Y/N slurped at the last of their beverage to hide their growing embarrassment. Good lord, he was a smug, hot bastard. Who blessed this man to have such a handsome face and the ass that would make the gods jealous?

Pretty soon the pair mutually decided to end the hangout, Michael being more of a gentleman and taking Y/N home, and even giving them his number????

This British fuck is either the smoothest man to live or so oblivious he's blind, and laying down in bed, Y/N wondered what tomorrow will bring, besides needy Karens and kids who love the robotic band.