when they leave all michael can do is gush about how happy he is and how much he loves his bfs mom, just letting out happy sighs and trying to fight back the constant smile on his face
It was finally fall, your favorite season. The days were getting cooler and the leaves were turning burnt orange and red. Everything just seemed more peaceful. So did the boy who had his head in your lap, his eyes closed as you read to him.
Michael had suggested you both go on a picnic today, he could tell you had the urge to get out of the house and be outside for a while. You always loved the fresh air and sunlight, often times finding yourself sitting out on the balcony to your apartment. You had both finished the sandwiches that Michael had messily prepared in the kitchen before you left, both getting comfortable on the blanket spread out beneath you.
He had his head in your lap as he laid down and you had your book in one of your hands and the other running through his blonde hair. The sun was warming you both and the cool breeze brushed past you, making Michaelâs hair blow onto his face, which you kept brushing back.
âLife starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall,â you read from your tattered, overused copy of The Great Gatsby. Michael hummed and his eyes fluttered open, gently pushing the book back so he can see you.
He mumbles a soft, âCâmereâ and reaches up, slipping his hand behind your neck and pulling your head down to give him a quick, but gentle kiss.
âAre you sick of listening to me yet?â you asked, sitting back up and running your fingertips over his cheekbone. He looked ethereal in the warm sunlight, it amazed you that you were with someone like him.
âI could listen to you read that book forever and never get tired of hearing your voice,â he said, giving you a relaxed smile and closed his eyes again. He turned over so that his nose was brushing against your shirt, one of his arms wrapping around your waist. You couldnât help the grin that pulled on your lips, pushing your fingers through his wavy hair a few more times before going back to your book.
You lost track of time, reading through numerous chapters until the sun started setting. As you read, Michael would shift around or draw shapes against your thighs or back, slipping his hand under your shirt. You looked up from the pages, noticing the dimming light and seeing the colorful clouds.
âMichael,â you whispered, setting your book down and gently resting your hand on his cheek, your thumb grazing his smooth skin.
He looked up at you with sleepy eyes, turning onto his back and stretching out his body. It kind of shocked you that he was able to lay there for so long, just listening to you without wanting to get up.
âAre you going to finish the book when we get home?â he asked, sitting up with a little groan as he straightened his posture.
âYou really like it that much?â you asked, grinning at the boy in front of you. The sunset was turning everything around you pink, and the warm glow casted itself onto Michael. He nearly took your breath away.
âI really like you that much,â he said, leaning closer to you and pressing his lips to yours with a smile. Mumbling against your lips, he continued, âwhich means I like listening to you read your favorite book.â He spoke between kisses which made you giggle, blushing at his words.
âEven if I do think you may have a bit of a crush on GatsbyâŚâ he continued, pulling away and raising a brow at you, biting back a smile.
âIs someone jealous of a fictional character?â you teased, giving his shoulder a gentle push.
âHe may be some rich big shot, but at least I can do this,â he said, pulling you closer to him and grabbing your face, kissing you once again. It was gentle and even though you were both jokingly teasing each other, you could feel how much he loved you through the kiss. Pulling away, you bit your lip as you smiled, shaking your head at Michael.
âDonât worry about him, he dies anyway,â you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him.
âYeah, I donât plan on doing that anytime soon,â Michael retorted, leaning in for another kiss.
The outpost was always dark. There was no sunlight in the mornings. But Michael didnât mind. You were the only light he needed.
He enjoyed waking up and watching your body rise and fall. He knew wherever you were was home. He placed soft kisses on your nose, neck, and the tip of your ear. Somehow, he was always gentle enough to not wake you.
As he caressed your hip he slowly pulled you closet to his chest and closed his eyes. âFather⌠I donât know if you can hear me⌠But thank youâ he whispered softly.
You smiled and slowly opened your eyes âGive him a thank you from me too, yea?â
Being Michaelâs s/o has itâs ups and downs. Being the Anti-Christâs lover is a different ballpark but you both made it work when you first met at the church. Since the day you met Jeff and Mutt, theyâve been hounding you with flirtations everywhere you went whenever you were near or when walking side by side Michael. Michael, on the other hand was starting to get irritated.Â
He hated the fact that Jeff and Mutt were constantly flirting and trying to get in your pants with him right next to you. You werenât oblivious to this fact. It was getting annoying, you just decided to stay with Ms. Mead after she was completed. Michael decided to take care of it and discuss apocalypse plans with them.
As he didnât have any ideas of the upcoming end of the world. Michael walked into their office and sat in front of them. âWhereâs (Y/N)? Theyâre a doll. At least for you.â Mutt said before Jeff spoke. âIf they leave you anytime soon, can we get their phone number?â âWe can hook them up with a good job here working for usâŚâ
Michael at this point had enough of them speaking and shut them up. âDonât speak about them like that.â He stood up behind the desk and stared them dead in the eyes. âIf you ever talk about our relationship or come anywhere near (Y/N) while weâre here again, I will make your lives a living hell.âÂ
Michael snarled at them, the lights above them flickering and revealing his pale demonic face to them. Making the two jump and shaking their heads. The lights returning to normal and Michael heads towards the door. âWe will talk about our plans tomorrow.â He said until Mutt pipes up. âWhere do you think youâre going? We havenât talked about todayâs plans!â
Michael turned before answering, âIâm going home to have some fun with (Y/N).â He said, smirking mischievously and leaving out of the office.Â
Doesnt know how to cook but he tries, burning multiple bowls of soup, hurting his hand in the process.
Brings your meals to you in bed, feeding you.
Brings you flowers.
You like to wear his clothes, as theyâre more comfortable.
He stays by your side to cuddle you, because youâre clingy when sick.
Gives you a warmth bath, then bundles you up to snuggle and turn on an old movie.
Gets you things you like when you can eat a little. Ice cream, soup he finally learns to make.
Holds your hair back when youâre throwing up, wiping your face down.
Carries you.
Gets you medicine.
Brings you a teddy bear. He likes to go extra cheesy on you when youâre sick.
Spends the night rubbing your back and brushing your hair back to calm you to sleep. Rubs your tummy if it hurts, holding the heating pad on it, just like with your period.
Makes you hot drinks and cautions you to sip gently. Blows on your food. Heâs cute.
He hates seeing you in pain, crying if youâre nauseous, looking a mess. He shushes your embarrassment, saying how youâre just as beautiful.
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