#this comfortable nice bedsheet warmth along with the other person's body heat and god I fell asleep so quickly

[irwintry]

For the Angst/Fluff prompt: 17, 27, and 95 with Mikey pleease and thanks

mmmmm perhaps another “to lovers” blurb, eh? hehe

17. “i can’t sleep, can i stay here?”

27. “kiss me”

95. “come cuddle”

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The question had startled you. 

Why wouldn’t it? The man had spent the past two years of your acquaintance searching for ways to annoy you––like shoving sardines down your shirt or licking a cheese ball and blowing into the air just precisely so it would land right on your face. Not that there was any pure disdain, but there certainly wasn’t enough there to warrant him saying,

“Hey, I can’t sleep. Can I stay here, tonight?”

The knock on your door at three am alone had been enough to piss you off. Now, you were standing face-to-face with Michael while he innocently rubbed his eye and smiled his dumb goofy smile. One you still found cute no matter what he did to annoy you. 

And with the way that he stood there so quiet and harmless, your heart almost tugged. It was when you noticed his Winnie-the-Pooh pajama pants that you found yourself ushering him in without another word. 

You continued to stay silent as you prepared the couch for him. His eyes burned into the back of your skull while you piled blankets high, and a part of you wished you could just offer him your bed instead. You had platonically slept in beds with many people before, but none of them had been Michael. 

“Glasses for water are in the cabinet behind the sink,” you said, fighting back the exhaustion forced from the person standing before you. “If you run out of toilet paper in the bathroom, there’s more in the closet. Please, put down the fuckin’ toilet seat when you’re done taking your piss.”

Michael chuckled.

You just rolled your eyes and made your way down the hall.

“Thank you,” he called. 

You simply gave him a thumbs up before returning back to bed.

For two hours, you were stuck in a hazy trance filled with unanswered questions. Every time you checked your phone, it was like no time had passed at all. Firstly, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. You and Michael were hardly friends. Sure, he made you nervous at times, and you thought about what would happen if things turned romantic, but it didn’t excuse his ridiculous behavior. He had no reason to believe he was welcome at your place.

So, why did you let him in? Why did he come by in the first place? Why did he come to you of all people? If couldn’t sleep, why did he make the effort to travel ten minutes just to see you? 

And then the possible answers swarmed.

Maybe you let him in because you were too afraid to acknowledge your blossoming feelings for the guy. Maybe he came by because he liked you, too. Maybe he didn’t want to go to anyone else––maybe he just wanted to see you. Maybe he thought that the only person that would make him feel better was you. 

Of course, it was all a bit too radical. There was no way the man who spat cherry pits in your car would ever have a fondness of you. 

But what if he did? You tossed over in bed, cheeks heating as the thoughts carried on. What if he did think about you the way you thought about him? He was cute, and you did have things in common. In fact, you still got along fairly well despite his ability to hook, line, and sinker any bit of annoyance you had building up. God, the thoughts were too damn loud. 

You faced the ceiling and huffed. What if he didn’t think a single thing toward you? Maybe he knew that he could get some peace and quiet at your place because you didn’t want to speak with him. Although, that wasn’t true. He was nice to talk to when the conversation mattered. Otherwise, well––it didn’t matter anyway. 

Michael was in your living room, and you had to accept it and sleep. 

Just as you closed your eyes and pushed the nerves down, you had the feeling that you weren’t alone. So, you glanced at the door, and Michael stood there looking smaller than ever. Winnie-the-Pooh pants and all.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

“Come cuddle?” he asked you, scratching at his forearm while you registered the words. Cuddle. He was asking you to cuddle. And by the looks of it, it wasn’t a prank. No joking involved. Just purely innocent, but it didn’t make sense. 

It didn’t matter, you said to yourself. Nothing mattered. You didn’t need to care because you had accepted your feelings! You had accepted the fact that Michael made you feel giddy, and you hated it. 

You pulled back the covers on the other side of your bed. “There’s more room here,” you replied. 

Through the dark, you could see Michael’s face light up. He padded over, slipping beneath the comforter as the warmth of his body heat radiated off of him. You wanted to soak in his scent, and maybe your bedsheets would, too.

Michael turned to face you, and the sudden close proximity caught you off guard. But you didn’t bother turning away––you couldn’t. The way his lips caught any hint of light in the dark night made your stomach churn. The exhaustion had faded away. 

“Kiss me,” he said.

“What?”

“Kiss me,” Michael repeated, inching closer so he could trace your cheek with his fingers. “Just once. Kiss me.”

If it had been any other day, you would have needed convincing. But instead, you met his lips in a captivating, lazy kiss. One for the history books. One filled with something you hadn’t realized you needed until you fell asleep in his arms, smiling and dreaming about his kisses until you could hardly feel your lips on yours anymore.