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Pillow fort

Cuteness coming your way as always! Not dating ok? For some reason it's cuter when they're not dating. Also some angst I'm sorry. I couldn't find the picture that inspired me for this so have a different one.

Trigger warning: panic attack, minor blood, nightmares

Jeremys POV

I stared at the message I just received from Michael.

Player 1❤️:
Yo Jere, come over.

That's it. That's the entire text. Also it's 11pm. What the hell does he want? Don't get me wrong, I love Michael, in a more-than-friends- type of way I might add, but why the HELL does he want me to come over at 11pm on a Friday.

You know what? Screw it. I'm going to Michaels house.

*le fancy baguette time skip*

I neared Michaels house, speed walking the rest of the way once I saw it. Michaels moms usually kept their back door unlocked so I snuck through there.

I assumed Michael would be in the basement. Once I went down the stairs, I was greeted by a big ass pile of pillows, blankets and some stuffed animals.

"Michael?" I whispered.

Silence.

"Boo, bitch." Michale jumped out of the pile of pillows and blankets.

"AHH!" I yelled. "MICHAEL, what the FUCK!"

He started laughing hysterically. "Chill dude." He said between laughs.

"Don't you dare use that word." I threatened, or at least tried to threaten him.

"Sorry, Jere." He calmed down from his got of laughter, "Also quiet down, my moms are upstairs."

"You're the one who scared me." I went to sit in front of him and the pile of fluff.

"So what's all this for?" I asked, curious.

"I thought you'd never ask." He seemed to get excited. "It's a pillow fort! You've been really stressed with school, so I made this uh.... for you." He started to blush.

Blush found its way on my face as well. He made this all for me? What did I do to deserve him. I thought.

"Well, what are we gonna do with it?" I asked as I got in the structure held up by chairs. A blanket was draped over the chairs and Michael even put fairy lights around the outside of it, for the aesthetic.

"I was thinking just listen to some music and relax, maybe watch some movies." He explained as he subtly moved closer to me, but I noticed.

"Sounds like a plan." I grinned.

We ended up watching Onward on Disney+. It was really good. After we finished the movie, Michale suggested music.

Michael plugged his earbuds into his phone and shuffled his music. He gave me one earbud and put the opposite in his own ear.

"Loser" by Julian Moon came on, as we cuddled closer to each other. Halfway through the song, I felt a weight on my shoulder. I look over to see Michael rested his head on my shoulder with a smile on his face. He isn't asleep, but he looks tired.

I smile down at him and rest my head on his head. Heat covers my face when I feel his arms wrap around my torso. I'm response, I wrap my arm closest to him around his shoulders and pull him closer, if that's even possible.

The song came to an end as we were both nearing sleep. Michael turned off the music and we both fell asleep in each other's arms. Content and love struck smiles on both of our faces.

Third person POV

"Loser" The word echoed in Jeremys mind.

He was in a pitch black void with no walls. After a while of sitting there, a light came on someone chained to the ground with a glitching figure next to it.

Michael.

"This is what it's come to, Jeremy?" The glitching figure, who Jeremy recognized as the SQUIP, asked. "Falling in love with your best friend? A loser?"

"M-Michael isn't a l-loser." Jeremy stated.

"You can't get rid of me, Jeremy. I will haunt you forever, and no amount of Mountain Dew Red can stop me."

Jeremy tried to walk but he was paralyzed. The chains on Michaels wrist tightened and caused his wrists to start bleeding. Jeremy began panicking.

"Let him go!" He exclaimed.

"Jeremy!" The SQUIP yelled.

"Jeremy. Jeremy! JEREMY!"

He bolted awake.

Jeremys POV

I woke up to Michael in front of me. As soon as my eyes laid on him and grabbed him in the tightest hug possible.

He hugged back and whispered, "Hey, it's okay. I'm here for you. You were having a nightmare." I started crying, as I grasped onto the boy in front of me for dear life.

"Hold on." Michael said as he took off his hoodie and gave it to me. I gratefully slipped it on, and immediately felt slightly more relaxed with Michaels scent surrounding me.

"What did I do to deserve you, Micha?"

"All you had to do was be my friend, mahal ko."

I smiled. I loved when he spoke Tagalog, even when I didn't know what it meant. Resuming where we were, cuddled in our pillow fort, we started drifting off to sleep. Once again, Michael Lauf his head on my shoulder, and I repeated the action, resting my head on his.

'Being a loser with you doesn't suck."

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Pillow forts are the best! I'm in my own pillow fort right now.