Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Bestie

Michael x reader where Michael is your brothers best friend.
You're 18, Michael and your brother are 19.

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It was a regular weekend at your house, you were home and so was your older brother. Also perusal, his best friend, Michael, had been staying the night.

Currently you were on a call with your best friend while hiding away in your room.

"Yeah, honestly I'd wish he'd move out already," you say, complaining about your brother.

"Yeah but at least you get to see Michael every weekend. That's a positive in itself." Your friend says.

You smile as she mentions his name. "Yeah, but when they're annoying, they're annoying. Doesn't matter how hot Michael is." You sigh.

"You know what, I'm getting hungry and we've been on call for a while, so I'm gonna go." Your friend says.

You hum lightly, "alright, I'll see ya."

"See ya."

And with that you both hung up. You sigh, laying back in bed when you feel your stomach rumble a bit.

You didn't wanna leave your room, knowing the two boys downstairs were probably trashing the living room. But you were hungry.

So decisions were made.  You headed downstairs and low and behold you were met with trash all over the tables and couch.

"Asshole!" Your brother shouts, shoving Michael.

"I called it! I literally said- oh hi y/n- I literally said I take the last soda!" Michael yelled.

You smiled a bit when Michael paused to greet you, giving him a wave.

Your brother glanced at you, getting up from his spot on the couch and rushing into the kitchen.

"Kitchens closed, go order your own food." Your brother says.

Michael got up, slowly approaching the kitchen.

"Shut it, I'm just making a sandwich." You say to your brother, sticking your tongue out at him.

"Be nice you two." Michael says, snickering.

You glanced at him, side eyeing him as he slowly moved towards you. You grab the things you needed to make your sandwich and got to work, once you were done you went back into the fridge to put away what you'd taken out.

"You're an idiot, just- just drink this." You hear Michael say as he suddenly appeared behind you.

You were still turned, facing the fridge, when you felt his hands gently grab your waist, his chest slightly pressing against your back as he leaned in to grab a bottle of water from the fridge to which he threw at your brother. The 3 second altercation had felt like a lifetime.

Michael let go of you and walked back into the living room with your brother as the two kept bickering over whatever nonsense they'd been talking about.

You were frozen for a good second in your spot before you snapped out of it. Your heart was beating fast and your face had heated up. You clear your throat and started taking bites out of your sandwich, heading to the living room.

You glance at Michael who happened to look at you as well. You tried to avert your gaze quickly but you were caught up by the smile he flashed you all while you tried to slip back upstairs into your room.

"Hey, y/n/n, why don't you watch this movie with us?." Michael says.

You perk up a bit and slowly turn on your heels, examining the area.