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she/her 18!!!

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Can you do Clingy teen michael afton x reader?

At high School

Like really clingy

He won't even want let them go

It's okay if you don't do this!

of course!

clingy, teen!michael afton x gn reader

you were seated in your english class, zoned out completely. michael was in the seat in front of you, fiddling with his pencil. this class is way to long, he thought, hitting his desk with his fist. mike laid his head back onto your desk. it knocked you out of your thoughts, completely. “mike!” you exclaimed. michael smirked up at you. you ruffled his hair, and that’s when the bell went off.

the both of you shot up and you grabbed your bag. you waved goodbye to your teacher and walked with michael to the cafeteria. michaels arms immediately went around you. you made a quick stop to your locker to put your bag away, grabbing your lunch bag out of it. while you were doing so, mike was kissing you neck. you felt his, slightly chapped lips tickle your neck, making your face rise in temperature.

michael took note of this and pulled you away from your locker. he started to kiss your cheek, then your lips. “m..mike! there’s people! let go!” you tried to push him away. “all the more reason to kiss you.” he peeped, kissing your lips once more. you sigh, somehow managing to walk away. mikes arms went around you once more.

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“mike, i have to go to class.”

michaels arms refused to loosen. you groaned. “mike, i’m serious!”

he smirked, “i love it when you’re mad.”

your face heated up. michael backed you up against the wall, kissing your jaw.

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the final class was dismissed and you were making your way to the lobby. once you got there you pulled out a book and started reading. a couple minutes passed and you knew michael was there when you felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist. the book was immediately forgotten when you felt his breath on your neck.

“i’m starting to get jealous of those books..” he joked, grabbing the book and closing it. you smiled.

you got on your tippy toes and kissed mike. he was shocked. when he’s been making the moves, he’s all confident. but when you do it? zoowee mama!!😍😍

“let’s get going. you don’t want you dad getting mad, do you?” you spoke, stroking his chin as you walked away.

michael got out of his trance and followed after you, his hand on the small of you back, ignoring your bag.

i hope you liked it! sorry it took long, i had so much school work and i had to get that done. sorry that it’s short! (and thank you for requesting!)

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haha another angsty teen that i simp for

(expect something to be written of him)

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human/android version of toy and withered bonnie! <3

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baby’s first words

father!michael afton x mother!reader

you and your husband were standing over your first child’s crib. smiles decorated your faces as the baby giggled.

“come on eliza, say dada!” michael spoke. you shook your head, “don’t listen to him eliza! say mama! mama!”

michael scoffed, playfully. “no no no! dada. DADA.” he repeated.

your daughter continued to laugh as the two of you fought. she played with her toe as her legs were kicked up. she looked adorable.

“come on, my angel. say dada! you know you want to!”

“no you don’t! you want to say mama, don’t you? yes you do! oh, yes you do!” you cooed, leaning in to tickle your baby. she continued to giggle. michael watched as you and your baby bonded with a smile on his face, proud of his new found family.

you picked eliza up and blew raspberries onto her warm skin. she laughed some more. she did some baby talk, pulling on your hair. the baby reached out for her father with a smile. michael gladly excepted and picked his daughter up, kissing her chubby cheeks.

the two of you admired your baby.

“she’s got your mothers eyes, mike.” you commented. michael smiled, cupping his daughters cheeks. “she’s got your nose, love.” he poked eliza’s nose as he spoke, making her giggle more.

“dada!” she said, hugging michael tighter.

“….”

“did she just..?”

“dada!” eliza repeated.

it took a hot minute for the two of you to process what had happened.

“HAH! she said dada! dada was her first word!! you’re daddy’s girl, aren’t you? yes you are~ yes you are!” michael bragged.

you frowned, jealous of the attention you weren’t receiving. you huffed, hands on your hips. “the audacity.”

“aw~ mommy’s jealous? how cute. isn’t she cute, eliza?” michael asked, holding the baby up. you blushed.

michael came back over to you, a smug look on his face. eliza held her hands out for you, her small hands waving. “mama!” she said.

michaels look of pride dropped. you smirked, taking your daughter into your arms.

“that’s right, darling! i’m mama!”

“mama!”

as much as michael was jealous, it was all worth it because his favourite girls were having fun.

short oneshot as a thanks for 90 followers! thank you so much! i’m so happy you guys enjoy my michael content! there’s more to come!

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moustache | teen!michael afton x gender neutral reader

happy (late) valentine’s day! i wanted to do a little writing for mike for valentine’s day! enjoy!(i wanted to post this yesterday but it wasn’t finished)

“it’s finished!”

you exclaim as you hall the fabric away from the sewing machine. you took a look at it, holding it up high. you turned it around and checked the back.

it took a week to finish but all was well! valentine’s day was tomorrow—and so is your anniversary—so you wanted to do something special for your beloved.

you made him a zip up hoodie. but not just any zip up hoodie! it’s based on his favourite character from a tv show he watches. it’ll match the mask he wears as well!

it’s a burgundy colour, much like his mask. on the right sleeve, there’s two gray stripes. and on the back there’s a sewn on picture of foxy! you made it all by yourself. good thing you took home ecc!

you got up and stood over by the mirror, trying the hoodie on. it was quite big on you, but it hugged you anyway.

you rushed over to your bed, pulling your telephone onto your lap. you dialled michaels number, legs bouncing with excitement. it rang a couple times before answering.

“hello?” it wasn’t mike, however, it sounded like a little boy.

you grin, “evan! how are you doing, buddy?” you ask, tilting your head.

“i’m good. how are you?” he asked, politely. “i’m doing well! is your brother there? i have a question to ask him.” you spoke, the smile never leaving your face. evan let out a yes before calling out to michael.

“yes, babe?” michael spoke. he loved to call you babe, the word never leaves his mouth when talking to you.

“mikey… do you know what tomorrow is??” you ask, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger. michael hummed on the other side of the line, “well… it’s saturday.” he answered. “yes, silly! but what’s the date?”

“uhhmm…. it’s the 14th.”

“of??”

“fffffff….february.”

“which is???!”

“uhhh…”

you sigh.

“i’m joking, y/n! it’s valentine’s day. and our 1 year anniversary.”

you gasp, “you remembered?” you felt yourself smile. you heard michael laugh on the other end. “of course! what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i couldn’t remember such dates?”

you rolled over onto your back, giggling to your boyfriend. you brought up the idea of going out for dinner and seeing a movie afterwards as a way of celebrating. michael loved the idea, so much so you could practically hear him smiling as he talked.

the two of you talked for an hour or so about plans for the big day. “maybe i should feed you?” you suggested, making michaels face heat up.

“maybe we could celebrate in another way~?” michael proposed, pervertedly. you lit up with embarrassment, eyes wide, throwing your head into your pillow. you heard mike laugh from the phone.

before you knew it, you both had to leave before you ran up your moms phone bill, but you were excited for tomorrow!

you rushed out of your seat when you heard a honk at the door. “i’ll get it!” you yelled, rushing to the door.

you opened the door and saw michael waiting right in front of it. the absence of his foxy mask made you smile. “hey, mikey! let me go grab my sweater.” you greeted, tugging him inside as you rushed upstairs to grab a sweater for you, and the one you made for him. michael greeted your parent, who was uninterested. “bye mom!!” you yelled, pulling your boyfriend out the door.

you finally got a chance to take his outfit in, he was dressed in a white button up with a black waist coat and a tie tucked into it. you wanted to complement him on his attire but you couldn’t find a proper word to describe how good he looked. michael tugged on his sleeves, fixing any wrinkles that were previously there. he turned to look at you, his face heating up. you looked so beautiful under the moonlight. he was thankful for the dark. you were wearing an outfit that complemented you so well. a f/c (outfit of your choosing) that hugged your figure. he grew jealous of how tight it was on you. your hair was done up the same way you did it at prom, making him smile goofily. you both slowly leaned into each other, your hands finding their way to his neck, his sliding to your waist. “you look so beautiful.” michael said, starstruck. his usual mean and teasing personality has left out the window. just before your lips could touch you pulled away, “well, let’s get going, pretty boy. we’ve got a dinner, after all.” you said, stepping closer to his car—which is actually his fathers.

michael snapped out of his trance and opened the car door for you, bowing. “after you.” he said.

you smiled, ruffling his hair, “thank you, kind sir.”

the drive wasn’t long, maybe five minutes. but the entire time michael had a hand on your thigh, that would occasionally leave to change the gear in his car. his touch was warm, and so was your smile. you looked in the rear view mirror and saw a blazer that matched mikes waist coat. you smiled, his mom must’ve bought a suit for this..

looking back at your boyfriend you watched as lights bounced off his face. you noticed he was growing a slight moustache, making you blow air out of your nose as a laugh. michael raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. “what’s the matter?” he asked. you smirked, “you’re growing a moustache.” you pointed out, making michael bring a hand up to his face to feel his moustache. “so i do.”

letting out another giggle, you looked ahead and was greeted with the illuminated lights of a bougie-looking restaurant. you covered your lips with a hand in surprise. “mike i..” you started. “my mum picked it out. she made reservations for us.” michael stated. you felt a tear fall. “mike when i said we should go out for dinner i didn’t mean to a fancy ass restaurant! where are we gonna get the money to pay?” you asked, slightly worried that this night would end badly due to lack of money.

“don’t worry about it, doll face. my old mans got it covered.” michael winked, pulling out a wad of bills. you laugh, flicking your wrist. michael pulled the blazer from the backseat to around him, ignoring the buttons.

the two of you entered the restaurant, hand in hand, with smiles stained onto your faces.

“hello, love birds. do you have a reservation?” the lady at the counter spoke, playing with her pen. “it should be under afton.” michael spoke as you adjusted your grip on him to holding onto his arm. the lady looked through the papers as you and michael held each other. “hm.. i don’t see it…” she started, the colour leaving both of your faces. “wh-what?”

“oop! never mind! i’m just blind! yep, there it is.” she laughed, “you two are seated over in that booth, have fun!”

you both sighed with relief. you thanked her and waltzed over to your seats. michael took off the blazer once again and put it beside him, you doing the same with your sweater. you fixed your outfit before checking the menu. you checked the prices and winced, mr. aftons wallet is going to be crying after this.

“can i get you started with drinks?” a waiter asked. you looked up from the menu with a smile, “i’ll have a coke.” you said. michael hummed. “hm.. i’ll have one, too.”

the waiter nodded, rushing off. you felt a hand touch yours, glancing back to your boyfriend. “y/n, you look so beautiful tonight. i mean- you look beautiful every night.. but that outfit.. it’s doing something to me, y/n.” michael confessed. you blush, “i could say the same about you, mike. that waist coat looks really hot. but i bet it would look way hotter on my floor~” your statement made mike glow red. “i-..”

you giggle, innocently. at this time, the waiter came back with your drinks. “enjoy. have you decided on your meal?” they asked, pulling out a note pad. “i’ll have —meal of choice—, mike?” you turned to your boyfriend, who’s face was redder than his foxy mask. he cleared his throat, “um.. i’ll have the paella..?” he almost sounded unsure. the waiter wrote that down before rushing off. “i’m surprised you didn’t order anything with avocado.” you spoke up. “yeah.. i panicked..” mike stated. you smiled, “oh mikey.”

once your food arrived you two chowed down.

you two chatted about the past year and what was next to come. would you marry him? his michael the one? you laughed into your fork. “y/n, if you don’t mind me asking, what made you fall in love with me? i’m not even that special..” your heart pained at this. you hated when your partner talked bad about himself like this. “mike. of course your special! what makes you think that way? out of all the people i’ve previously dated, none of them have ever made me feel this way about someone.”

“but it’s just my looks, right?”

michael… “of course it’s not just your looks! sure, your terribly handsome, but that’s not all! you’re so talented! you make me feel so safe and secure. i’m so glad i get to spend valentine’s day with you, love.”

michael smiled at this, “y/n.. can i kiss you?”

AQTWSGSWTWSFTSWF—

“of course, michael. you don’t even need to ask.”

michael stood up, taking a seat next to you. since the booth you were in was large, there was enough room for him to sit beside you. and you two were out of view from everyone. your lips met michaels. one hand holding your cheek, the other on your thigh. your arms made their way back around his neck, pulling him in farther. your body’s moved in sync. heat rushed to your face when mikes hand on your thigh made its way up. as much as you wanted him to continue, you were in public.

“mike.. we can’t.” you started, breaking the kiss. michael sighed, nodding. he smiled at you and sat back in his chair. you looked back at his lips and noticed they were stained with your lipstick. you giggled. little did you know, michael was laughing at your smudged lipstick.

as you two were finishing your food, you thought of the movie you were seeing. your friend told you to not see the zombie movie that was playing, she said it ruined her date. you weren’t planning on seeing it anyway. when your food was gone, michael called over a waiter for the bill. you saw the price and snickered, you almost felt bad for mr. afton. not. 

the pair of you returned to the car and talked about the movie. you talked about it on the way there. drive-in movies were your favourite. michael thought they were dumb, but it gave him an excuse to run his dads car down.

(excuse my writing i have no clue how drive in movies work..)

once the car was parked, michael tuned the frequency of the cars radio to the movies, fixing the position of his chair to man-spread. he reached back and pulled a bag to the front. mike put the bag in front of you, “take whatever you want. just not the fritos.” you laugh, grabbing a bag of doritos and a mountain dew. you thanked him as he grabbed his chips, the bag still in your lap. “shit.. could you grab me one of those? there should be another.” mike said, talking about the soft drink you had on your hand. you tossed him the one in your hand, “you can have this one.” you said. reason being, you spotted a red one in the bottom of the bag. you grabbed it and put it in the cup holder to the side of you, mike doing the same.

you didn’t have much of a choice on the movie you wanted to watch. they were playing the same romance movie, considering it was valentine’s day.

the squeaking of mikes chip bag made you realize the movie was starting. i’ll spare you the embarrassment, because the movie was so cringe. when the two main characters finally kissed, you decided this would be a good time to pull out your surprise. you pulled out the box with his hoodie but when you turned to face him, you saw him with a small box.

you both had surprised looks written on your faces. you kept eye contact for a minute before speaking. “mike.. what’s that?”

“i could ask you the same thing. here, open it.” michael passed you the box. you laid your box on your lap to hold his. you opened it and was met with a shiny ring. it was a gold colour with your favourite crystal in the middle, small diamonds surrounding it. “oh mike. you didn’t have to.”

“y/n. i’ll be honest with you, i’m clueless when it comes to fancy gifts. my mum and i went out to a shop to buy this. when i saw this one i immediately thought of your smiling face so i had to get it. i wanted to make a promise to you. a promise that one day when we’re both out of school, i’ll become your husband. i’ll get a job so we can own a house, one big enough for my siblings to move into, and maybe even some kids. you mean so much to me and i’m so proud to be able to call you my partner and i—“ you cut michael off with a kiss, that all familiar moustache tickling you.

“oh michael…” you paused, whipping your tears. “how did i get so lucky?” your hands were shaking as you tried to put the ring on. “give it here.” mike offered. you passed it back to him, giggling as tears fell. michael slid the ring on with ease. you admired the ring as it shined in the nights light. “thank you so much, mikey. my gift is so lame compared to this.” you admitted, passing him the box. “i’m sure it’s amazing.”

michael opened it with a smile on his face. when he pulled the hoodie out it only grew wider. “is this a foxy hoodie?!” he asked, putting it on. you nodded, “i spent a week on it.”

“YOU MADE THIS?!! YOOO!! that’s so cool!! thank you so much!”

michaels sudden spark of joy made you smile, “i’m glad you like it.”

“like it?! i’m obsessed!! i’m wearing this everyday!”

“oh don’t do that..”

“i can be like! LOOK AT WHAT MY PARTNER MADE ME! YEAH ITS FROM A GOD DAMN FURRY SHOW! ITS ABOUT DUMB ANIMALS!!”

“michael quiet down!”

“but that’s for nerds. FUCK YEAH IT IS!”

“michael stop!”

laughter filled the car. all in all it was a great night and you’re so happy you got to spend it with your lovely boyfriend.

ahhh!! sorry it’s late! i wanted it to be perfect! i hope you enjoyed! happy late valentine’s day :)

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frozen treat | pt. 2 of teen michael x reader

i’m glad you all enjoyed the first one! here’s part two!

gym was honestly a little fun. you never liked it, but with michael by your side it made it slightly enjoyable. you’re hopes were high for the ice cream he had promised you and bribed you with.

gym went by relatively fast, considering you skipped it with michael and his friends, so you were jumping for joy.

once you heard the bell go you hurried your boyfriend out of the door. you both waved to his friends and ran as fast as you could to a ice cream truck. there was one near his brother and sisters school, which was just down the street from your school, so it wasn’t that far.

you managed to convince him to take off his mask, putting it in your book bag. you had to carry some of your books to fit it in there, but it was worth it! you get to see his handsome face!

once you two got down to the ice cream truck, you saw his siblings already there! you rushed over to them, letting go of michaels hand. they were both waiting in line, hand in hand. they were at the back of the line so you were able to get next to them without skipping anyone.

“hey kiddos!” you greeted, bending down to their height. the two turned around, elizabeth’s ginger hair whipping around.

“mx. y/n!” they both cheered, evan quieter than his sister. they hugged you tight, smiles on their faces.

all the while michael was watching you interact with his siblings, he was imagining what it would be like if you and him had kids. he then smirked at the thought of popping your cherry, chuckling pervertedly. michael walked over to you three, hand in the air.

elizabeth rose her head from your belly and waved to her brother, evan doing the opposite. elizabeth ran over to michael, high-fiving him.

“what’s wrong, evan? it’s only mikey.” you said, patting the little boys head. you felt your shirt grow wet from the place evan had his face buried in your belly. you frowned at this.

you bent down again, only this time you were on your knees, eye to eye with the crying boy. “hey, it’s alright. he’s not going to scare you.” you paused for a moment, thinking. “think of him as a bunny!”

evan looked over at his brother. michael was sat at one of the tables set up with elizabeth, talking about god knows what. evan let out a laugh, letting you know he wasn’t scared.

“not so scary now, huh? let’s go get you some ice cream!” you stood back up, grabbing evans hand. he nodded, smiling up at you.

as you were approaching the front of the line, your boyfriend and elizabeth butted in front of you. you scoffed.

“uh.. hey michael! we were next!” you spoke up. evan held onto your arm. “what was that? i cant hear you from down there.” mike teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. you rolled your eyes, looking away. michael took this opportunity to kiss you.

it was quick, leaving you wanting more. blood rushed to your face. his lips tasted like cigarettes, bubble gum and… was that your lip balm?

you were snapped from your thoughts when a parent from behind you tapped on your shoulder. “could you go?” they asked. you bowed before apologizing. michael and elizabeth had already got their ice cream and are once again seated.

you asked evan what he wanted. he answered to you in a low voice. you smile.

“a vanilla with chocolate sauce and…” you thought for a moment, once again, scratching your chin. “a strawberry. please.”

the ice cream guy nodded, getting just that. before you could pay, the ice cream man spoke up. “no need to pay. the boy before you already did.”

you blushed once again. “he did?” you asked, smiling brightly. the man nodded, “nice fella’. is he your boyfriend?” he asked. you smiled, the blush not leaving your face. “yeah.. we’ve been together for… almost a year now. thinking of it our one year anniversary is in a few days!” you thought aloud.

the man chuckled, passing evan his ice cream. “well, you might wanna do something special for him.” he said, placing your ice cream in front of you. you nodded, thanking him as you took your ice cream. evan was eating his as you guided him to where his siblings were seated. once you both were seated you began to eat your ice cream.

what heaven! you thought as the ice cream danced along your taste buds. you nearly moaned with delight. your mind began to calm itself, what ever troubles you had were gone. you decided to pull yourself away from your ice cream, not wanting to eat it all in one go. “thank you for paying, mike. that was really sweet of you. but why did you do so?” you inquire, fiddling with your spoon.

michael looked up from his ice cream, “well, i did say i’d take you out for it, didn’t i? that implies paying for it. i wanted it to be a date but my siblings kinda ruined that huh.” he whispered the last part in your ear, his breath ticking your neck.

you smile, brushing some hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. you leaned in and kissed his forehead. “thank you.”

michael was surprised at this(even though he literally kissed you two minutes ago), usually he was the one to make moves, not you. he smirked, pulling you back in. since evan was super concentrated on his ice cream, he didn’t worry about him. he did, however, shield elizabeth’s eyes. “you don’t need to see this.”

michael closed the ever so small gap, his lips smashing onto your own. now that you got a better and longer taste, you could confirm that it was your lip balm. when did he even get his hands on it? you deepened the kiss by cupping his cheek with your hand, making him lean on it. your other hand found it’s way to his hair, which was freshly cut into a mullet.

you felt the coldness of his lip piercing tease your plumb lips. he got that done about a month after you two started dating. you could also taste the cookie doe ice cream he had eaten.

before you could continue, you remembered you were in public—with his siblings—so you stopped. elizabeth was making puking sounds, realizing what you two had done. “eww!! now mx. y/n has cooties!!!” she yelled, pointing at the two of you. michael laughed, patting her head. you looked back over at evan, only to see him whispering to elizabeth. she looked back at him and nodded, “i’ll ask!”

as you were about to ignore their banter and turn back to your ice cream, elizabeth spoke up again.

“are you two ever gonna get married?! me and evan can arrange a wedding for you! it’ll be behind our school! there will be flowers and cake, oh! and i can be the flower girl!”

and back you were to blushing, only this time, michael had joined you. “i don’t think we should..” you started. “hell yeah! let’s get married! tomorrow at lunch hour, deal?” michael interrupted, flinging an arm over your shoulder.

the two kids cheered as you shook your head. “excuse us for a moment.” you said, hauling mike out of their view.

“you really are a pain. you know that?” you stated. michael smirked, “come on, babe. it’ll be fun! and after we get married we can have our honeymoon, and you know what newlyweds do on their honeymoon~” he said, wiggling his eye brows. you blush, crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re such a pervert!”

“you aren’t saying no~”

and with that, you punched him on the arm, roughly.

woo!! thank you all for all the love on the first part! there was like 200 something likes on it! that’s insane!

i’m also hopping to write something for valentine’s day so stay tuned!!

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teen michael x reader

reader is gn, but is referred to as a girl in the last sentence

you found yourself on your last period of the day. friday afternoon and your last class was a free period! what more could you ask for? you were sitting in a free testing room, reading a book in one of the comfiest chairs in the room.

the test room was split into two rooms, when you enter it’s a sort of lounge, that’s where you’re seated. if you go through another door, you find an actual classroom. desks upon desks.

a couple of girls and teacher was in the room with you, no one was in the other room.

you’d conversate with the girls in the room every so often before burring your nose in your book once again. you find yourself getting lost in your book, not paying attention to your surroundings. it’s so easy to get lost in thought with books, almost as if you’re there with the main characters as you read. it’s fascinating, really.

without you knowing, the teacher slipped out of the room for a moment and in slipped your boyfriend!

ahh, your beloved boyfriend michael. the bad boy, the trouble maker, the bully. all of that meant nothing to you. no matter what people say about him, he’s completely different. sure, he is a bully, but behind closed doors? he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet. without the pressure of his friends or father, he’s completely different.

however, you? you’re an angel. straight a student, who is loved by all teachers and almost everyone at school. you’re able to socialize with anyone at anytime without making it awkward! you’re a dream, really.

michael stood in front of you, trying to get your attention. he tried clapping, saying your name, whistling, waving a hand in your face, and nothing worked! he decided to rip the book from your grasp, waving it in front of you as you looked up.

“hey babe.”

the words rolled of his tongue, making it sound like honey. you most likely would’ve smiled at him but he interrupted your reading. michael had his foxy mask on his face. you always found it dumb, and despite all your protests, he never leaves it home.

the couple girls in the room giggled behind michael, making you blush. “michael afton. give me back my book right now! i just got to the best part!” you demanded, standing up. “or what~? what do i get out of it~?” michael teased, bending down to your height. you blow hot air out of your nostrils angered. you tried to snatch the book back, only for mike to stand up tall and hold it just over your head. “haha. very funny mitchell.” you snap back. the amount of times that subs pronounce his name as mitchell or michelle is so funny.

michael raised an eyebrow. he took off his mask, letting it hang on the side of his head. he turned the book around, taking a look at your book. he smirked, realizing what it was.

“the outsiders? really?” mike teased, a hand in his pocket.

you blush, taking this opportunity to swipe the book back. “it’s for an english project.” you answered. technically it wasn’t a lie, but said project wasn’t announced until next month. “lies. we have english together.” michael responded.

you grumble, stuffing your book back into your bag before sitting down. you fixed your skirt by swiping your hands across it after sitting. michael took a seat next to you, manspreading. you crossed your left leg over your right and played with your hair, embarrassed. you felt heat rise to your face as you saw your boyfriends sitting position. the sweatpants he was wearing were not making it any easier.

michael yawned, stretching, and doing that basic arm-over-shoulder thing that guys do. with his arms draped over your shoulders, he pulled you closer. you could smell the bubble gum he was chewing in his breath you were so close.

just about as michael was to make another move, the teacher comes back in.

“hello afton.”

“hello todd.” michael responded, using the teachers first name.

“wait. afton? what are you doing here? don’t have class with mr. moe?” mr. matthews asked michael.

“yeah. but he let me go. said i should go take a walk because i was being ‘to aggressive’—“ michael did air quotes “— and i found myself here.”

“hm. really?” the teacher questioned. placing papers down on his desk.

michael shrugged, pulling you into his chest. “yup. anyway, my partner and i have somewhere to be. so i’ll just take them—“

“oh no you don’t. afton, just because your partner has a free period doesn’t mean you do too. so get back to mr. moe’s class and for fucks sake take that god awful mask off!” mr. matthew’s demanded.

michael grumbled, standing to his feat and dusting his sweatpants.

“come with me? i have gym right now.” michael asked, grabbing your hand that was once laid in your lap. you knew his schedule by heart, four of this six classes you had were with him. the fifth class was home ecc, you had it with one of mikes friends, the one who wears the freddy mask. the sixth class was free for you while michael had gym. “ugh, i hate gym.” you spoke, taking your hand out of his.

“i know you do. but please? i’ll buy you a snack after school.” michael offered, getting down on his knees. “it gets lonely without you.”

you smile at his statement. no matter who he’s around, he still cares for you. sure, there might be times where he yells at you. but that’s how his father treated him and his mother(after he apologizes over and over). what a lovely boyfriend you have. no matter how many times your friends and family tell you “he’s no good” or “he’s just like his dad”, you knew none of that was true. despite how much people say, he’s the opposite of his old man.

“alright. i’ll go. but only if the snack is ice cream!” you answered, standing up. michael did the same, his eyes never leaving yours. his beautiful blue eyes, how often you got lost in them. michael smiled, grabbing your bag and hanging it on his back.

“that’s my girl.”

sorry if it’s short! it’s my first time writing for michael so let me know what you think! and if you have any suggestions for another x reader of him let me know as well <3

part two here!

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sharts cutely

i’m kinda in love with michael right now…

i might write about him idk yet

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new watermark lol

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you’ll never guess who i’m drawing🌞💅

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it’s finished! this took me ages to do so please drop a like!

i drew her as a person as well😁👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

would you like to see more of fnaf sb? i could do more if you’d like!

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roxanne wolf wip

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made this a while ago

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HELLO?! WOW

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so i got bored

my style changed like 20 times throughout this but yeah. enjoy

(the pink and black haired girl is my oc)

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because i’m bored i drew my creeps persona and nina as the “hi, im a slut” cover. i really like how this turned out <3

:D

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au where MC is royalty

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tw!: yelling, and mention of divorce 🤷‍♀️

if i’m being honest everyone was kinda shocked that you were royalty.

sure, you had the looks to be a princess/prince/whatever you want to be called, but they were kinda confused.

“ah, ms./mr./mx. (L/n)! i’m so glad that you could make it! you should really wear your tiara/crown more often.”

“what do you mean, lord Diavolo? they aren’t royalty like you.” lucifer spoke.

“actually, they are!” diavolo corrected.

everyone went pale.

“this... n-normie is royalty?! this is just like the manga i just picked up called ‘i’m human royalty and i meet a demon prince and we end up getting married but due to me being human i wasn’t strong enough to rule the underworld with him so i ended up turning into a demon-‘.”

“that’s enough levi.” lucifer interrupted leviathan.

they all respected you a lot more because they knew if they didn’t they’d be hung from the ceiling.

anytime you go somewhere you have to be driven by a carriage and lucifer or barbatos has to be with you.

diavolo is just “(y/n)! what dress/whatever else you would wear as royalty looks best? this one or this one? you know what, i’ll just buy you both!” like 🥺🥺

but if something doesn’t fit you diva will make sure that barbatos has it made in your size right away.

if you have long hair diva is constantly having barbie do your hair before you go to RAD.

you and satan often bond over books!

i’d like to think that you have a cat at your castle at home so pls show pics to satan 🥺💅

except asmo to buy you shoes and makeup!!

“(y/n), (y/n)! look at these! cute right? but, if you’re ever in danger there’s a knife that pops out of it!”

“is that my bed? it’s kinda small.. no it’s a lot small. what is that? a chair?”

all of them just kinda shrug and move on.

belphie is totally jealous of how much sleep you get.

“some days when father is busy doing his things and the maids and butlers think i’m up, i get to sleep until about three!”

beel asks about the food you get served. you tell him that there’s about 20 or more tables full of food. and that’s just a normal family dinner. imagine what it’s like on holidays 🤤🍕

levi is kinda jealous of the life you have. you, a gorgeous person who was blessed with the life of royalty.

once he caught you crying because of something your step mom said.

“you whore! how dare you dress like that?!”

“step mom, it’s just a dress...”

“JUST A DRESS?! GO BACK UPSTAIRS AND CHANGE BEFORE I CANCEL YOUR DINNER!!”

“y..-yes, step mother..”

“who does she think she is? without you and your father she’d be nothing! you shouldn’t listen to her, you were born into royalty. just because she’s sleeping with the king doesn’t mean she has control of what you wear!” levi said as he patted your back. “you know, for a normie.. you aren’t so bad.”

mammon is kinda just 👁👄👁 “that crown looks real expensive.....wonder what would happen if i sold it.”

you’ve caught him trying to steal it when you were in the shower a few times.

once it didn’t fit anymore so you ofc got a replacement but then gave the old one to mammon before you left the devildom.

once a year had passed you felt sad about leaving. you knew you had to go but you just couldn’t bare to see their faces.

but there was nothing to be done. once it was time to go you bid your farewells.

once getting back your father was worried to death about you. your step-mother.. not so much.

your father realized how badly she had been treating you so they ended up getting a divorce.

you decided to tell father about the demons you met on your trip.

he ended up meeting them and nodded to them, approvingly.

your father welcomed them with open arms.

however, he had to keep an eye on mammon.

you finally had a family you felt welcome in.