this is so sweet ): if michael ever got frustrated because he couldn’t understand something, his boyfriend would give him a kiss and tell him how good he’s doing
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
ok wow, yes! he definitely has a praise kink, in both a sexual and non-sexual way.
he loves hearing how proud you are of him, since it was something he never heard from any one of his ‘family’ members. so when you tell him that his face lights up and the look of graditude and triumph on his face is beautiful. he loves being encouraged too. when he doesn’t think he can do something or he doesn’t know what to do and you are always there to lend him a hand, give him encouraging words, letting him know he can do this, he can do anything. he loves feeling wanted! praised! loved!
A/N: wow i finally made a blog. I’m gonna post fics about ahs on here. but i don’t know how often i’ll post but o well, we’ll see.
Summary: When Michael arrived at outpost 3, he surely didn’t think that he would meet you there again, but he did.
Warnings: maybe a little sad Michael? for the rest nothing
Pairing: Michael Langdon x grey!reader
Wordcount: 1,6 K
He was on top of the world. Everybody in the room looked at him with fear in their eyes, even Miss Venable who seemed unbreakable to everyone was too scared to even look him in the eyes. A new found confidence is glowing off him. A warm buzz spreads through his chest as a proud smile creeps into his lips.
That was until he spots you. The buzz was suddenly replaced with a dull feeling of pain, the smile dropping slightly. You were the only one who dared to look him in the eyes. The only one that dared to smile at him.
God, what that smile did to him. He expected you to jump up from your chair and run into his arms like you always did. But you didn’t. You didn’t move a muscle except for the ones in your face to flash him another one of those heartwarming smiles.
His fists clench together behind his back. Someone did something to you, or rather, to your memories. He already knows he did it. Nobody would do something to you except for Cordelia. She is the only person, except for Michael, that you would allow to come close enough to affect you.
“ I want to go first! “ Mr Gallant yells out. The whole room looks at him. Of course, he wants to go first, he’ll do anything if it meant that he could talk to a man, especially if they are as handsome as Michael is.
Michael nods, not being able to do anything else. He turned around and started walking towards his new office but not before signalling Mr Gallant to follow him. He looks at you with a smirk before following Michael like a hungry puppy following a butcher.
You don’t even react to him or to anyone in the room for that matter. Your eyes are focussed on Michael, following him until he has left the room. Something about him seems familiar. A weary cloud lays over his image in your head but one thing is all to clear in your mind. The look in his eyes when he saw you, it was like you were a friend that he thought was dead.
“ He wants to see you. “ Ms Mead says. She doesn’t need to tell you who wants to see you, you already know. Of course, you were the last one to be interviewed. All the greys were last. You are all happy to leave the bucket full of soapy water and brush behind on the ground. You push yourself off the ground and start to make your way to the office.
With shaky hands, you try to straighten out your clothes to look somewhat presentable. You don’t know why your so nervous but something about him makes your heart beat faster and makes excitement flows through your blood.
You knock softly on the door. It opens by itself. Slightly taken back by it, you enter the room, softly closing the door behind you. Michael has to try his best not to jump out of his chair as you enter the room. He points to the chair in front of him. You take the queue and sit down in it.
He leans forward on the desk, letting his elbows rest on the hard wooden surface as he studies your face. A confused gloss is cast over once twinkling eyes. Your always bright smile is cast on your face yet the fear and confusion in your eyes tell him that you aren’t feeling how others think you are.
You were never one to shower your true emotion, only showing happiness to please others and make them feel comforted. But right now, Michael isn’t the one that should be comforted, it’s you. Oh, how much he just wants to hold and cuddle with you on his bed while telling you it is all okay. But he can’t.
To the others, he said some words and threats about how he knows if they are lying but with you, he doesn’t want to do that. He wants you to like him, not fear him. He clears his throats and grabs your file, pretending to look at it.
“ You are at top health. And you have some good DNA, I suppose. “. He lays the file down on the desk with such force that it makes you jump slightly. “ But it says nothing about who you are. “.
“ Who I am? “ you ask. “ Isn’t my name at the top of the file, sir? “. Goosebumps arise from Michael’s skin as he finally hears your voice again. He has been here for nearly a week now, but your voice had remained unheard to him, until this moment. It sounds like music in his ears.
“ Have you ever loved someone? “ he asks, completely ignoring your comment. You shrug your shoulder. “ I don’t know. “. Michael stands up form his seat and slowly makes his way over you and then sits down in the seat next to you.
“ Have you ever loved someone so much that they take over every thought in your head? That the idea of being without them gives you physical pain? “. You look at him, dead in the eye. He can see the wheels turning in your head, trying to reach for something that isn’t there.
“ Well, there is this one boy, “ you say. “ He has blond hair. I can never see his face when I think of him or remember his name. But I-I get this feeling of warmth in my chest when I think of him. “.
In his head, Michael is jumping up and down, dancing on the desk as he sings a victory song, but his body remains still. You remember him. You actually have a memory of him still left. Something that you can grasp onto, something that can help him get your memories back.
“ Why can’t you remember him? “ he asks as he leans back in the chair, trying to look uninterested. “ Well, I have this accident a couple months before the bombs dropped. Got a bad concussion. My mom said that I might have got some memory loss from that. “.
Of course, Cordelia would have wiped your memories. She couldn’t have just left you to die during the apocalypse. Michael wanted to murder her, hurt her in a way that she’ll be begging to die. She will pay for taking away one of the only people in his life that he trusts.
“ Do you think it’s unfair that you are a grey? “ he asks. In his eyes, it couldn’t be more unfair. You deserve to hang around and not have to worry about making dinner or cleaning the bedroom floor. You shouldn’t have to scrub every nook and cranny of the house until your hands start to blister.
“ No, “ you answer. “ It brings me some relief actually. I can just clean everything and have so time to be alone with my mind. And I’ve always enjoyed taking care of others, even if that includes spending my days on my knees scrubbing the floors. “.
This didn’t surprise Michael. You always cleaned his room when you came over and you made sure to take some freshly baked goods with you, enough for the whole school.
“ So you haven’t ever thought about pushing one of those purples down on the ground and make them clean for you? “. He made sure to spit out the word “purples” like it was venom in his mouth. You shake your head with a bright smile.
“ Never, sir. “. Michael scoots a little closer to you. “ Please, call me Michael. “. He lets his hand drop on your arm and starts to rub circles against your soft skin, a habit that he never got rid off. You expected yourself to jerk away from his touch, but instead, you melted right into it.
He wants to say something, but a loud knock on the door interrupts him. Miss Mead’s head pops out from behind it. “ Finish up your interview. Dinner is about to be served. “. And as soon as she came, she left.
Michael looks back at you again. “ I want you here first thing in the morning. I want to continue this. “. You nod as you stand up. You don’t know if you should give him a hand or just leave. Before you can do anything, he pulls you in for a hug. You never expected him to just hug people that he met five minutes ago but if it’s what he wanted then you wouldn’t want to disobey that.
He inhales your scent, still the same fresh yet sweet as ever. You wrap your arms around him for a quick second before releasing him again. The left corner of his mouth has slowly crept up. This is the first time that you have actually seen him smile, and god, do you want him to do it again.
You quickly make your way over to the door. You turn around to find him staring at you. “ Aren’t you coming for dinner? “. Michael shakes his head as he sits down behind his desk again. “ I’m not hungry. “. You shoot him another smile as you pull the door open. “ Well, see you tomorrow, Michael. “.
He waves briefly at you before you close the door behind you. The way you said his name bounces around in his mind. He wishes he could record it and play it on repeat. Over and over and over and over, until he would go insane form the repeating sound. But even then, he would probably keep playing it.
Imagine being devoted to Michael and one night you’re having a hard time, everything is too much and you decide to ask him for one thing. You poke your head into his door and he allows you to come in. He senses you’re in pain and sees you struggling, head cast down, tears in your eyes, fingers clasped together tightly. It concerns him. You’re usually bubbly, bright and attentive.
He tilts your chin up and his voice is soft. You’ve been so loyal to him that he respects you and wants to help you.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Because to him, you have the sweetest of hearts, pure and devoted. He wants you to open up to him, unafraid. He can’t bear your fear of him, not you.
You hesitate. You want to hold him but yet, you need his strength to protect you. So you don’t bullshit, facing his blue eyes. “Will you please hold me? I just need you to hold me.”
He’s stunned, honored, such a simple request for human contact, an act of the upmost trust. You sought him out for comfort. No one has before. You’re staring at him, worried you’ve asked too much, that he won’t want this intimacy with you. It’s then that he opens his hand, palm up for you.
“Come here,” He says, coercing you into his chest.
You let his heartbeat anchor you, his scent stroke you. He seels you in tight.
“It’s alright to let go with me. I’ve got you.”
And when your tears lessen, you look up at him, chin pressed to his chest. He’s watching you, the softest, genuine smile pressing his lips. Something more is shifting between you both. Walls fall, dynamics change. You’re meeting his feather light kiss, breaking apart only to breathe in each other.
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