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Some background information:
(In this AU, the afton family gets along, there are no murders, and yes William is somewhat normal. There will also be no bite of '83 because poor C.C. Everything is peaceful and happy here. For the most part...)
(Set in the 80’s)
(You and Michael live a few houses away, so you got to see each other a lot growing up! Any time you wanted to play, all you had to do was walk over and knock on the Aftons' door.)
(You two have been very best friends since the beginning, and you're both currently 17-19. You decide.)
⚠️TW!: mentions of gore, horror⚠️
Oh, you could tell Michael liked you. A lot.
It's been so obvious since last summer. You know, that one time you caught him staring at you.
You were sitting on his bed with him one afternoon, doodling on his wrist with a black ink pen. A few strands of your hair were tucked behind your ear, your tongue poking out a bit from concentration. God, was Michael in heaven. The most beautiful person in the world, touching his hand and arm for so long, so close. Each pen stroke was so delicate as well.
What can I say, you were very proud of your masterpieces. So far, you'd drawn saturn, a star, a flower, a few smiley faces, and a tiny heart with... your initials in it? Michael could NOT stop staring at the little heart you drew, which made his heart start pounding. "Wait.. Does y/n have a crush on me? Ohmygodohmygod. What else would that mean?!"
Once you were done adding finishing touches, you looked up at him only to find out he'd been watching your face the whole time. "...What?" you asked, turning pink and laughing nervously.
"OH! Um I just- I was uh," Michael started to sweat, "Just watching you... draw." He began to worry that you could hear his heart beating out of control.
Ah, he sounded so dorky, but it was so cute. Look at him, getting all flustered and shaky over you.
"Ohh, I see. You know it's rude to stare pretty boy," you teased in a light voice, causing him to completely freeze up and turn many different shades of pink. He didn't know what to do but mumble gibberish and giggle.
[(Time skip to later that evening)]
You were sat on one of Michael's beanbags in his room that faced his television, waiting for him to come back upstairs. Tonight was your guys' first official movie night, and he was down in the kitchen preparing different drinks and snacks to last throughout the night. "This is going to be so much fun," you thought to yourself wiggling around in excitement. This was the first time a movie night hadn't been ruined! Every time before, one of you had to go somewhere with your parents and couldn't stay over, but today was different; your parents were out of town this weekend, which meant you and Michael could finally have a sleepover. This was your first time staying the night at his house. Earlier that morning, you packed your pajamas, clothes, and all other essentials, and brought them over. "Wait the pajamas!" you recalled, going over to your backpack full of your belongings to grab the pj's. Once you had your clothes, you stepped into Michael's bathroom to quickly change before he came back.
[(Meanwhile, in the kitchen)]
"Let's see. We've got fruit, chips, soft drinks, what else am i missing?" Michael thought for a moment, both of his hands on the counter as he tapped his foot.
...
"Oh of course!" He reached into the cabinet near the fridge and grabbed a mix of sweet and sour candies, his personal favorite snack. "Pff, how could I even forget that?" he laughed under his breath while gathering the drinks and snacks in a large basket. As he grabbed the basket getting ready to head upstairs, he knocked over his already opened drink on the counter. Michael watched it fall, unable to catch it with his hands full. "Oh great," he groaned. Setting the snacks and drinks aside, he took a few paper towels from under the sink and wiped up the spill. "I don't even remember opening that."
As Michael cleaned his mess, he caught sight of your doodles in his peripheral vision. Seeing them made him think about you. He grinned like an idiot and grew warm in the face, heading back upstairs.
[(Upstairs)]
You stepped out of the bathroom in the most comfortable set of pajamas you had, closing the bathroom door back and returning to the beanbag you sat in earlier. Michael could be heard coming up the stairs, turning the corner and opening his bedroom door holding a huge basket filled with drinks and snacks.
"Michael, that looks awesome!" you exclaimed while standing up. "Also were you alright down there? I heard something fall."
Michael nodded and sighed. "Yeah, spilled my stupid drink I left on the countertop. Didn't even see it either! I don’t remember opening it."
He set your guys' snacks on the bottom of the bed. Once he double checked everything, he looked over to you in your pajamas wondering why he never considered changing in the first place.
"Oh yeah, forgot it was night time" Michael stepped over towards his dresser and grabbed his pj's, sliding into his connected bathroom. “Be right back.”
Not long after, he came out wearing soft, dark blue pants and his famous gray tank top. You couldn't help but stare at least a little bit. That boy made everything look so good on him, but you never told him that.
Michael plopped onto the bed, noticing you were still standing over near the beanbags. "Why don't you come sit down?" he offered, grinning and patting the spot next to him.
"Oh, pff right." “Why am I getting flustered??” You made your way over to the left side of his bed and crawled under the covers, leaving a comfortable distance between the two of you.
The room felt a bit awkward, but you didn't think Michael noticed. This was the first time you've actually ever been in the same bed as him.
"What movies do you wanna watch y/n?" Michael asked, breaking the silence, "we have plenty to choose from. Whatever you like, I bet you I've got." He looked over at you waiting for an answer as you thought. "Hmmm... Do you have anything scary? Like psychological horror?" You asked. Michael pondered for a moment before grabbing the remote to flip through the channels he had access to. You couldn't help staring at him as he read the screen. His side profile was so perfect, and his thick brown hair looked so soft. You were just casually admiring his face when his eyes widened. "CRAP" you panicked, turning away in case he looked over to tell you something, in which he did. Michael let out an excited gasp. “Y/n! My favorite show comes on tonight!” You glanced over to the TV to see what he was so excited about. “The Immortal and the Restless, sounds familiar.”
"I haven't watched that in forever,” he said, “can we watch it together after the movie, please?" He almost grabbed you in excitement, and to be honest you kinda wished he would. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at how worked up he was. "Yeah of course we can!"
"Great!" Michael beamed, "I think I found a good movie we could watch, is this okay?” He asked, pointing to the television. It was some zombie movie that came out a few months ago. You nodded as he set the remote on his nightstand, putting the snacks in the middle of his bed for the two of you to share.
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You hadn’t noticed how close you and Michael were until the middle of the movie. The amount of scary and gore-filled scenes had started to really pick up and they became more disturbing, which eventually led to your arm intertwining with Michael's. Neither of you had time for snacks or drinks, since the movie was so intense and full of action.
On screen there stood an investigation team inside an airport lobby, searching the building for any mutant creatures that could be hiding away. The team's main goal was to wipe out the beasts, saving their town from any possible danger. These were no ordinary monsters; a deadly disease was spreading, and anyone infected became an abomination of limbs and razor sharp teeth. Not to mention they were extreme agile, making it harder for their victims to escape alive.
LeeAnne, the lead detective, had suggested everyone split up and look for clues as to where the monsters could have wandered off to. LeeAnne chose to search the bathrooms, peeking into the ladies' room first. It was dark, but just light enough for her to catch sight of a figure standing with its back facing her. LeeAnne could not move. She watched its movements quietly and carefully, but not quiet enough.
The mutant creature jerked its head around, catching sight of LeeAnne as a loud sound effect played from the TV. The noise was enough to scare you and Michael senseless, both of you grasping onto each other’s free hands in pure fear.
LeeAnne began running away, ducking into the men’s room. What a lucky gal, getting away with ease. But the others- they could be in danger as well. All was quiet throughout the airport, regarding the beast she had just encountered. Sounds of chewing and ripping could be heard from outside the restrooms, meaning it must have found a snack. LeeAnne was most likely all alone now, with the rest of her team being some monster's dinner. She hadn’t heard from any of them on her walkie-talkie, so she tried calling out to them. LeeAnne fumbled with the buttons on her walkie-talkie until she whispered shakily, “Are you guys there? Is anyone there??” She tried staying as quiet as she could, which still didn’t save her.
In the end, LeeAnne and the rest of her team were killed, meaning the town would have to protect themselves now.
Creepy music began playing as the credits started rolling. The room grew brighter from the white screen, illuminating Michael's face as the two of you shared looks. He looked just as scared as you, which was odd considering he loves horror. It was quiet until you finally spoke up. "Hey, you wanna watch that show now and...maybe forget what we just watched?"
Michael nodded reaching for the remote, slowly removing himself from you with an embarrassed look plastered on his face. "Ha, sorry..." he apologized laughing. "No, you're alright," you mumbled, embarrassed as well.
"It's so tense in here now," you thought.
He switched to the correct channel, interrupting the ending of an episode that had started earlier. "We can uh, wait till this one is finished, it's almost over," Michael said quietly, grabbing something out of the snack basket.
You decided to stop making things awkward for yourself and laughed. "I forgot about the snacks, I was too scared. Plus I was focused on the movie."
Michael looked over at you grinning. "Yeah, I noticed when you latched onto me," he mocked with his mouth full of chips.
You turned red from embarrassment and jokingly slapped his leg, looking away. "Well you grabbed onto me too!” You argued, “Guess you just couldn’t get enough of me," you chuckled making him turn red as well, almost choking on his chips.
The TV screen went black for a moment as the new episode of The Immortal and the Restless began, getting Michael worked up again. The room didn’t feel as tense anymore.
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The episodes were short and the series wasn’t very long, so you and Michael decided to binge it all night. There were some corny jokes scattered throughout the show that weren’t even that funny, but the comments you and Michael added to them made you laugh until your ribs hurt.
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By now, the final season was about halfway over. You were trying so hard to focus on the storyline, but Michael being next to you was so distracting. Both of you had gotten closer without realizing it. Your mind was still going wild over earlier, reminding you of the way Michael's hand felt in yours. You reached for the open bag of popcorn in an attempt to distract yourself from thinking about him, causing yours and Michael’s hands to bump. He pulled away and apologized, rubbing the back of his neck while looking down at his lap in embarrassment. “Wow, what a coincidence.”
After each episode you could feel yourself growing more and more tired. It was late after all. Every breath you took made you feel heavier and sleepier, making it hard to hold your head up. You felt the sensation of your body falling a couple times as you drifted off. You tried to sit back up, but there was a small weight on your shoulder that kept you from moving. You glanced down and found Michael laying on your shoulder, sleeping peacefully. He looked so funny. His lips were slightly parted and his head was angled up at you. You tapped his arm that lay limp next to your leg attempting to wake him. "Michael, hey," you said softly as you began gently shaking him. After a few more taps and shakes he opened his eyes, looking directly up at you.
“Oh i’m sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to,” Michael apologized as he scooted over to give you room, but you stopped him by gently gripping his arm. “No, it’s alright,” you told him reassuringly, “I don’t mind.” He smiled and returned next to you, resting his head back on your shoulder. He eventually wrapped his free arm around yours, snuggling up to you as you blushed like crazy. All you could think was “HE’S SO CLOSE TO ME OHMYGOAHAOWAH.”
Michael looked up to you wondering if you were awake, which you were. You felt his movements and looked down as well, seeing what he wanted. “Hey. We should probably go to sleep soon,” he suggested, looking over at his digital clock that sit on his nightstand. Michael read it aloud, repeating the time back to you. “It’s already 1:42.”
“Oh man, yeah you’re right,” You said as Michael looked around for the remote. You noticed it was on your side of the bed and grabbed it for him. He thanked you as he took it, your fingertips brushing against his.
Michael had turned the tv off and finished setting the snacks out of the way, so you decided to set up your bed in the floor by the beanbags.
“Hey Michael, do you have an extra blanket?” you asked him. Michael looked at you with a concerned look. “No, why? Wait, are you sleeping down there?” he asked, and you nodded confused.
“Y/n, no, you can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the beanbags.” He said, offering you a hand to help you stand up. You took his hand and got to your feet, realizing something. “Won't you be cold without a blanket?“ you asked him.
“Well you could always uh, sleep with me,” Michael said breaking eye contact, “so that way we’re both warm AND comfortable. Those beanbags aren’t great beds.” You nodded and brought his pillow back to his bed, making your side as comfortable as possible. Michael was walking around the room getting everything ready for bed, but it looked like he wanted to say something.
“Michael, do you need something?” you asked, looking at him over your shoulder. He stammered and laughed, “Not really, i just have a weird question.” This could mean anything. You waited for him to continue, but it turns out he was waiting for your permission to ask. “Go on," you nodded.
“I uh, I usually sleep with my shirt…off. Does that bother you? Cause I mean if it does i’ll just keep it on, no worries,” he trailed off not knowing what else to say. You’ve seen him shirtless before, like when you’d both go swimming, so you weren’t sure why it mattered now. “Oh, no I don’t mind,” you stated simply, turning around to face him.
“Oh alright,” Michael said, turning away from you as he pulled off his gray tank top. You caught sight of his back, trying so hard not to stare. He couldn’t see you so it didn’t really matter, but he could turn around at any moment and catch you. You decided to go back to setting up the bed as Michael threw his shirt on floor by his dresser.
“Michael, don’t forget to flip off the lamp,” you reminded him. He stood and looked at you for a moment before sticking his middle fingers up at the lamp in the corner of the room. You burst into a fit of laughter, which made Michael laugh along with you. Once you had calmed down, you sighed still smiling. “You think you’re so funny,” you said.
“Well to be fair, you did laugh,” Michael said smiling. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Pff, I only did that to make you feel better, moron,” you told him, “I’m obviously funnier.”
“Oh? You’re funnier than me?” he laughed pretending to be shocked, “come on now.”
“Dude. Literally ANYBODY would agree i’m funnier. Your jokes are so bad," you joked.
Michael chuckled. “Shut up.”
“Make me, bitch boy!” You loved to call him dumb names when you two were messing around. Michael looked at you with a mischievous grin as he ran over and pushed you playfully, your back hitting the bed. Your legs shot up as you fell causing Michael to fall on top of you.
At this point you and Michael were chest to chest, still fighting and grabbing at each other's arms while laughing. You tried to push Michael off in an attempt to keep him from tickling you, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the bed.
The laughter soon faded and turned into embarrassment. The two of you stopped and stared at each other both slightly blushing. You smiled awkwardly as he carefully let go of your wrists and turned his head away, pushing himself up with his arms. Michael cleared his throat nervously as he stood back up, running his hand through his hair. "Oh my god why'd I do that. That was so awkward," he thought.
Eventually he turned off the lamp, joining you in bed. He slipped under the covers, making sure to stay on his side of the bed. He didn’t want to make you feel any more awkward after what just happened. You soon got comfortable as well, still thinking about the way Michael pinned your wrists on the bed. He had never done that before when play fighting, but you didn't hate it.
Michael was settled, laying on his back with his head tilted away from you. He wasn’t trying to ignore you, that’s just how his head was resting. Plus he didn’t want it to look like he was staring at you in his sleep.
You were laying on your side staring at the wall, hoping it would put you to sleep, but it just wouldn’t. The only thing you could think about was Michael. You decided to roll over, that way you were facing him. He was so pretty. The dim moonlight coming through his window filled the room, highlighting his soft chest and his arms that lay draped over his stomach.
Michael felt you moving around and turned his head towards you. "Can't sleep?" he asked quietly. You mumbled a small “no.”
“Me neither," he replied as he flipped onto his side. You were both looking at each other now, and the room filled with tension again. It was dark in his room, but just light enough to see his eyes. He kept glancing at your lips, but you just assumed it was nothing.
“What do you wanna do tomorrow y/n?” Michael asked out of nowhere. It was currently Friday night, and your parents weren’t going to be home until Sunday afternoon. That meant you and Michael had the entire weekend to spend together.
You tried to think of fun things to do, but you were so sleepy. “I don’t know, do you like to draw?” you asked him while rubbing your tired eyes. Michel nodded.
“We can have a drawing competition and have your family judge who’s is better,” you explained, “but they can’t know who did which drawing.”
Michael yawned and responded, “I like the sound of that. Good idea.” You could tell he was about to fall asleep as well, so you decided to shut your eyes and finally rest. Michael did the same, desperately wanting to hug you goodnight but he didn’t wanna make things weird again. “Goodnight, y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered softly. You smiled slightly at how sweet he sounded and drifted off to sleep. “Goodnight Michael.”
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Michael had been sleeping so soundly. He had rolled onto his back in his sleep, which made him snore lightly. All was still and quiet. That is until he felt movement on your side of the bed which caused him to wake up. He looked over to your side to see if you’d gotten up to use the bathroom or something, but it turns out he was wrong. You were still laying on your side, your body pressed against Michael’s. Your hand rested on the middle of his chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths. He could feel himself blushing and growing hot all over. He’s never been in bed with you, much less slept with you on top of him. Michael couldn’t resist; he brought his hand up and placed it on top of yours, gently stroking it with his thumb as he fell asleep.