Thank goodness I found this blog! The episode 8 trailer made my heart break. Could the reader comfort michael and tell him everything’s going to be alright? This boy needs some love.

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a.n.: uhhhhh hope this is what you wanted & sorry for taking so long to get it out

this is preapocalypse btw

– Michael didn’t have very many constants in his life, but you were one of the few things he could always count on

– everyone seemed to want something from him but no one had asked him what HE wanted

– except you, of course

– you knew something was up with him when he walked into Mead’s house and said nothing

– usually, he would try to start up a conversation

– god knows this boy isn’t a fan of silence, as it reminds him of his darkest and loneliest places

– so when you ask him what’s wrong and he answers with silence, you know you need to do something to fix it

– “we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. With the easy way, we sit down and you tell me why you’re acting like this and I can try and help you. Or you WILL tell me why you’re acting like this, and we’re not gonna leave the kitchen until you do so.”

– “I guess I take the easy way?” He really looked like he just wanted to lay down and sleep

– stress and exhaustion were evident in his face as y’all made your way to the couch in meads’ living room

– propping your feet on to his lap, you began your interrogation

– “why did you walk in looking like you just got told the world was ending?”

– “maybe… because it is?”

– “Michael… I was kidding. You aren’t serious… right?”

– his lack of a response only furthered your worry

– “Y/N, you know how I told you I was different? Like a warlock?”

– “Yeah”

– “Well… I’m actually something a little bigger rhan that”

– “like a supreme?”

– “Like the antichrist”

– “oh shit”

– alexa Play London Bridge by fergie

– “And everyone keeps telling me that I’m destined for something great. But I don’t feel great. This lady at the Satanic Church Mead took me to basically expected me to have all the answers like I’m some sort of evil prophet. But I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s not like when you become the antichrist they give you an instruction manual and send you on your way.”

– “Michael… I wish you would have told me sooner. You know you can always talk to me about this type of stuff”

– “I just… don’t like feeling alone. All my life I’ve been alone and now i feel more alone than ever even though I’m surrounded by followers 24/7.”

– “like I said, I don’t ever want you feeling that way. You know I’m here for you. I love you too much to let you go through this alone.”

– you adjusted your body to where you were leaning on Michael, with your head tucked in the crook of his neck

– he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as if he let go he’d lose you too

– this type of silence was nice. therapeutic almost. there was an unspoken agreement of understanding between the two of you

– you must’ve been laying together for a while because you awoke to find Mead making dinner in the kitchen

– “I hope I didn’t wake y’all. You looked so peaceful laying there I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

– you and Michael looked at eachother, his drowsy eyes appearing tired no longer from stress but at peace and ready to get back to sleep with you

– “I’ll meet you in bed in 5. I’m gonna get dinner from Mead and I’ll bring it up to the bedroom.”

– “Sounds like a Plan. And Y/N?”

– “Yes, Michael.”

– “When you talk about me in your sleep again, make sure to tell me more about my dreamy six pack and kissable lips.”

– he smirked, getting up and leaving you beet red blushing into a pillow

– maybe the easy way was the best way