Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Oh, Michael..

Younger Michael x Younger Reader. (Gender neutral reader)

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You and Michael were on the phone while you were sat alone in your bedroom and he was finishing up his shift working at the pizzeria.

"You're parents aren't home are they?" Michael said, gathering his things and lazily waving off to his father before getting out of that place.

"Nope, they're both still at work," you say, playing with the phone cord between your fingers.

"Alright, I uh.. I got a nasty cut on my arm that I might need you to help me bandage up." He said, looking down  at the blood stain on his white shirt. The one day he decided to wear something nice and he hurts himself. Great going, Michael.

You screw up your face a bit, "ah baby, are you ok though?" You say, shifting in your bed to lay on your stomach as your feet swung in the air behind you.

"Yeah, yeah.. it.. doesn't hurt that much anymore. William wanted me to fix something that was wrong with the new fancy open sign he installed poorly and a giant metal wire was sticking out of it, ripped my shirt and all.." he said, now walking his way down to your place.

You sigh quietly, noticing the choice of words he used, "first name basis with your dad now?" You ask cautiously.

You hear Michael snicker a little, "yeah, could care less too. Said it to his face." He shrugged.

You hum softly, looking down and over to your nightstand where a Polaroid picture of you and Michael laid.

"Alright, Mikey. I'll see you when you get here, the door is unlocked so just walk in." You say, now sitting up on the edge of your bed.

"Ok, hun. I'll be there soon, love you.." he said.

"Love you too, bye.." you say before hanging up the phone.

You stand up and stretch, looking at yourself in the mirror and running a hand through your hand to make yourself a little more presentable.

Despite what you told Michael, you jumped when you heard your front door open after a few minutes of silent.

"Y/N, It's me!" He called out.

You let out a small breath before leaving your room and running downstairs, running straight to him to embrace him.

He wrapped a single around around you, holding his injured one away cautiously.

You look and wince a bit, looking up at him and pecking his lips before grabbing his hand gently.

"And you said you got cut from a wire?" You say, leading him into the kitchen.

Michael just nodded and hummed in response.

You tsk a bit and order him to sit on the counter to which he did.

He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back a bit, "doctor y/n, I'm in dire need of as-"

"Oh my god Michael, this looks painful." You cut him off after rolling up his sleeve carefully to examine his cut.

"Y-Yeah.. it was at first-"

"Are you sure you're ok?" You mutter, leaning down to kiss it gently before turning to rummage through your medicine cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit you kept in there.

"I'm fine," he whined out but soon winced as you applied Neosporin to his arm.

It wasn't too deep, but it was the fact that it was the length of his forearm that made it look 10x worse.

You shake your head, standing between his legs as he's sat on the counter still. You lay your head on his chest and attend his wound.

Cleaning the blood off the rest of his arm and then applying bandages to it.

As you did that Michael used his free hand to run his fingers through your hair gently, soothingly.

He looked down and kissed your head, "if my friends saw you helping me like this I wouldn't be able to live to hear the end of it, you know."

"Oh I know, big, strong Michael needs little ol' y/n to him.. I know, baby." You cooed teasingly.

He pouted before grabbing your jaw, making you face him. He leant down and placed a kiss on your lips, one that you returned.

You wrapped your arms around him and leaned against him.

"Thank you,"

"Of course, no need to thank me.." you mutter.

You stand up straight and reach over, grabbing a jar that was sat behind Michael.

"Cookie?"

"Sure."

You hand Michael a cookie and grab one for yourself.

"For being such a brave patient." You say, teasing. "You want a sticker too?"

"Oh stop," he says and laughs cutely, his cheeks turning red. "Do you think I could stay the weekend?" He asks.

"I'd just have to ask my parents.. and yours?" You say, raising an eyebrow.

He just looked at you, shaking his head. "My mom wouldn't care." He sighed.

You nod once before laying your head back onto his chest.

"I love you.."

"I love you too.."

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Uhhhhhhhhh this was a cute thought that I had to write so lmk if yous enjoyed it. I hope yous did. <3