Stupid Love || Michael Afton x Reader

fifty four - hidden secrets

Omg angst?! Jokes, there's smut 🥰 and drinking.

Y/N's POV:

September 3rd 1993.

"Jesus Christ you're so clingy."

I snuggled into Michael's arms further, burying my head underneath his chin. His body vibrated underneath me from laughter, making me smile.

"You don't realise how much danger you put yourself in yesterday Michael Afton." I murmured, breathing in Michael's fresh, sweet scent. He used to absolutely stink on alcohol and cigarettes and now I could just sniff him all day. "I thought you were going to die."

Another raspy chuckle left Michael's mouth, and with the same delicious tasting mouth, he leaned down and kissed my temple. "It's six hours of complete boredom, I promise you. You had no excuse to bombard me with calls every hour."

"Yes I did, and I don't regret it." I sighed, opening my eyes and looking up at Michael. I don't think he noticed that I literally spent the entire night physically unable to sleep, I was twisting and turning, my stomach rumbling in agony because I was too busy worrying whether his father killed him or an animatronic did something or he started a fire-

"My phone was ringing every five seconds Y/N." Michael laughed, stroking my hair gently with one hand as he handled a note in the other. We were currently at Henry's house, searching through his boxes of work stuff to get any answers we needed for any murders, past restaurants and mainly: Elizabeth's disappearance in '86. I'm sure that's what he would've wished us to do, that's probably why he let Michael inherit his home and car after his death. He probably wanted us to find out and put an end to everything. "I know you love me but didn't expect you to love me that much."

I scoffed, lifting my head and giving Michael the finger. "Of course I love you dumbass, or else I wouldn't be lying on your chest complaining about how you didn't answer one of my calls, which however, gave me a heart attack."

Michael chuckled again, leaning down and pressing his lips against my hair. "You've been lying on me for ages, I think it's time you get off. You're acting like a five year old."

"Who cares." I muttered, proceeding to try stuff my head into Michael's shirt but failing. "I'm not gonna marry a man who can't handle my weight."

"Oh? You want to marry me huh?" Michael asked with another of his hearty chuckles. "I think I'll leave the ring to you then."

"Shut up you submissive asshole, you keep trying to change the subject." I complained with another deep sigh. Michael pushed me slightly and I almost rolled onto the floor from the couch. He laughed at me as he replaced me with a box on his lap, searching through the various items with a huge smirk.

"I'm about to slap that smugness straight off your face." I grumbled, trying my best to hide my grin as I leaned back in the couch.

Henry's living room used to be so homely, so full of life. Starting at the orangey-red couch of his, leading all the way to the several photographs standing all over the place with him and Charlie on them. Now it was empty; cold, dull and empty. I didn't like that Michael was probably going to have to sell this place, especially that no one lives here anymore and that he isn't planning to stay either. I remember several sleepovers I had here with Michael, all those crazy, fun memories that I wanted to live in again. I wanted to live like all my mistakes meant nothing, just like it did back then.

"Not gonna lie, if you slapped me, I would thank you for it." Michael responded, giving me a teasing nudge as he rummaged through the box of whatever shit was in there. I leaned my head on his shoulder, peering over to see what he was doing.