Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Weirdo

teen!michael x teen!reader

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For the past few years, practically all of high school, you had a crush on the one and only Michael Afton.

His dark hair, light eyes, his body, his voice.

Everything about him was so.. lovable.

Except his friends.

They were assholes. The school bullies. Jocks. Whatever you called it.

They were assholes.

And you were slowly realizing Michael was just like them as well behind his good looks and funny sense of humor.

In freshman year of high school, your on the bus on your way to your home when Michael and one of his friends are near the back door, talking to one another.

You were minding your own business until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around, the cutest smile greeted you.

"Hey I was wondering if I could get your num-"

But your stop approached. You weren't sure what to do so you excused yourself and got off the bus instead of talking to the boy in front of you.

Since then you haven't been able to stop thinking about him.

And here you are present day, 11th grade. Junior year.

That same boy still in your mind, him being a senior now.

You would get nervous around him and his friends, you would feel more conscious of every move you'd made. Instead of being able to walk casually down the hall, your mind would remind you that you have to act normal in front of them. Michael always seemed to stare at you, making it a lot harder.

You were friends with the "weirdo" kids. The kids that didn't get along with the jocks, the bullies, the assholes.

That didn't get along with them.

So when Michael and his friends took notice of your "odd" behavior it seemed like Michael's attraction towards you had faded.

And though you had matured a lot through freshman year to now, you still felt like they saw you as a childish immature student.

A weirdo.

You would do anything just for them to know that though you may have been weird, you were still normal.

(Everything I wrote until now has literally been a personal experience. The guy is ugly to me now but.. still. Anyways..)

Cut to the present moment, it was the last day of school for you, the seniors had one more day because they had to graduate and all that fancy stuff.

You were at the school a little later than usual because you just wanted to make sure you said goodbye to every teacher and friend you could.

So while everyone else was on their way home, you were just leaving.

You went around the back of the school to make your way home when you hear someone whistle.

Confused at first but you look around. You shrug to yourself and sigh, continuing your way until you hear someone yell out.

"Hey!"

You turn around, seeing Michael feet away from you.

Oh my god.

You turn on your heels to face him, swallowing thickly and grabbing your bag tightly.

"I know you.." Michael says, a cigarette between his lips.

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

"You're the weird girl that's friends with-"

"Y/N... my names y/n.."

"Yeah.. y/n..." he says. He drops his cigarette and stomps it on the ground.

"What're you doing here? It's your last day you should be home." He says.

Was he really making conversation?

"Oh.. I was staying late to make sure I said good bye to everyone is all.."

You felt like your face was red and that you were melting. You wanted to the earth to swallow you whole.

He chuckled, finding it cute.

"That's nice. Hey, at least you get to say bye to me too!" He says.

You nod, turning to leave.

"Hey wait.."

You stop, turning back on your heels once more and smiling nervously.

"Y-Yeah..?"

He grabbed your hand, running his thumb across your knuckles.

"I never got your number." He says.

Your heart was pounding until it had dropped to your stomach.

"W-What!" You shake your head, "there's no way you were serious all that time-."

"I was-.. I am.." he says.

"Listen.. look, my friends.. they're assholes and they tell me to.. stay away from.."

"The weirdo?"

He nods, sighing.

"Yeah.. but I like you.. I really do.. you're different from every other girl I've talked to, yeah.." he rambled.

While he talked, you stared at his lips, trying your best to hold yourself together.

He snapped though, laughing a bit.

"..number.. hey, you there?"

"O-Oh.. yeah right.." you look down, seeing he had a pad and pen in his hand.

You quickly write down your number.

He smiles, looking at you.

It's silent now, just the noises of outside.

He leaned in, grabbing your chin and kissing you.

Oh my god, he's

He's kissing you.

After all these years.

You gulp, kissing back as best as you could.

You've never kissed anyone and it being thee Michael Afton really made you nervous.

He pulled away, his light blue eyes staring into yours. He chuckled and cupped your face.

"I'll call tonight, and we can play a date.." he says.

And with that he turns and walks off, leaving you beat red in the face to walk your own way home with.

3 years...

3 years and he's finally got your number.

His finally gonna be...

Yours.

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Woah this was rushed. It's also 2am rn. So.. yeah. Pt2?? Requests?? Hope y'all liked this short chap.