Michael Afton x Reader Oneshots

Dancing in the rain(☁️)

Dancing in the rain, man, nothing quite like it
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You and Michael were in his house, his living room, on the couch, watching his favorite TV show; The Immortal and The Restless. His eyes were glued to the screen, as were yours.

You were leaned up against him, one of his arms around your shoulders, neither of you talked while watching. In all honesty, you never could fathom why he liked this show so much, but you never said anything about it, him being excited over every new episode when it came out was enough for you to think he was cute, and his little obsession to be endearing.

His chest would slowly rise and fall, you felt safe. The room was still silent, except for the show playing on the screen. That was, until Michael spoke, "You know.. Y/N, sometimes I wish that we had met each other in highschool." He said above a tiny whisper, as he moved a hand to play with your hair.

A bit odd, out of nowhere, but you craned your head to look at him anyway. The only thing you could respond with was: "Why?"

Michael then looked down at you, "Because if we had known each other then, I would have taken you to prom." He responded. You looked up at him with saddened eyes, he says that, but you know how depressed he was during his teenage years.

"Mike... As much as that's endearing, and as much as I would have loved that... You do realize that we can still dance together, right?" you asked, though he shook his head, "Im completely aware, but us dancing in our living room doesn't exactly... feel right." he said, then paused, realizing how bad that sounded "N- not that dancing with you in our living room is bad, but I would... I would dream of taking you somewhere fancy and just us-"

You laughing cut him off, "Mikey. I get it." you said, smiling at him. Suddenly, you got an idea. "Mikey, Do you want to dance in the rain with me? It's not as fancy as you would like it, but it would be fun."

He immediately nodded.

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After that, you guys were outside. You had set up a small radio on the porch of his house. Good thing the porch had a roof because the radio getting wet would not be a good thing.

You both had changed clothes, both of you wearing something a bit more fancier than usual. Even for dancing in the rain, Michael did say he wanted something fancy. While he could always take you out, dancing in the rain seemed cuter and more romantic.

Michael looked over at you after you had got done setting up the radio. You had turned around, slowly looking down at the hand being extended to you. "Y/N, can I have your hand in a dance?" he asked, also bowing like he was some kind of prince and you were royalty yourself.

To him, It was already true. You are his royalty. His Prince, His Princess, His Monarch.

You took his hand, "Yes. You may." you responded, giggling as he led you off the porch and into the rain, water hitting both of you immediately. Some slow 80s song was playing in the back from the radio, deftly adding to the effect of quiet water droplets hitting the ground around you two.

There was a reason you picked this song out to dance with, Michael loved it.

"You picked this song out for me, yes?"

"I did."

"Thank you, Love."

"Of course, Mikey."

You two danced, for what seemed like a lifetime. Or for a half-hour, in specific terms.

"Y/N?"
His voice rang out.

"Yes, Mikey?"
Yours rang out.

"...I love you, so so much. Thank you for being with me by my side for all these years, thank you so much." He spoke. You could tell he started crying.

"Mikey.. Of course, I could never leave you. Mike, please don't cry." you said, as you pulled him into a tight hug, his head resting into the crook of your neck.

After that, You two went silent, and you two just swayed back and forth to the music, and stood there in silence, embraced as you two felt the wet ground under your feet.