A/N: Nobody asked for this and I’m sure no one wants it either, but I had a rough night and writing these helped me relax so I figured I share them lol
You loved Michael’s hair – it’s one of your favorite features on him.
It’s extremely soft, and no tangles ever stopped your fingers when you ran them through his locks.
The first time you got to touch his hair was when you brushed a stray strand away from his eyes after you invited him into your home.
It’s after the church congregation, his belly is stuffed full of your food and you tell him the shower is all his.
He takes a while, a long while, and when he comes out, his hair is fluffy and towel-dried.
Michael is eager to thank you. He stands close with tears building at the corners of his eyes and you don’t have to think before you’re tucking a loose piece behind his ear.
Such a simple touch breaks him, and he collapses into your arms, crying as you shush him and pet his hair to calm him down.
The next time is when he showed you the Mark of the Beast and you threaded your fingers through his locks to keep them from covering the scar. You kept them there, absently caressing, as you thought about what the future had in store.
He caught onto your infatuation very quickly – and it took him an even shorter amount of time to decide that he liked it.
Michael found the feeling calming and pleasant and overall just – nice after losing his only source of affection.
He melts under your touch.
He became a bit less clingy once Ms. Mead 2.0 was built, but whenever the Coven was able to get under his skin, he could only relax when he was able to lay on your lap and rant while you messed with his hair.
There was one time where you tugged too hard, and you didn’t even notice the small moan that fell from his lips as you snatched your hand away.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Michael!”
He grabs your wrist, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin, and asks you ‘not to stop.’
After his reassurance, you pull again, harder, to see the reaction you can draw from him.
And you’re definitely not disappointed when he gets too riled up to sit still and he surges up to press a kiss to your lips next.
When you were reunited in one of the Outposts, you were floured to see his blonde hair long and – and slightly curled, which you meant to ask him about, but the question escapes your minds as soon as your lips met in a clash of teeth and tongue, your fist gripping his hair for dear life.
He can’t help but to laugh as you pull away to marvel at his new look, and he flips his hair over his shoulder, puffing up his chest as if presenting himself to you.
“What do you think?” he asks, and you nearly scoff as you throw yourself back into his arms.
“You look divine, my love,” you say, smoothing your digits over his hair. He tightens the embrace.
Your fascination grew tenfold and he’s more than happy to let you indulge yourself.
He decided to stay in your Outpost for a while, before moving onto O3, and the two of you revived your tradition of nightly talks, with him sat on the edge of the bed as you took position behind him to braid or brush his hair, or his head on your lap as you twist pieces around your fingers.
He still behaved like a puppy after all that time, nuzzling and leaning his head into your hand as you played with his locks.
You realize that no matter how much his appearance or personality changes, he’s always gonna be your Michael, and it never fails to make him turn to putty when you mess with his hair.
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