plot: Michael discovers your self-harm habits and wants nothing but to help you.
Warnings: mentions of self-harm
word count: 500~
A/N: Dear anon, I hope this helps you and that you enjoy it. Please don’t forget you are loved.
Michael had always thought he knew you inside and out. You had always been a constant fixture by his side, strong and proud. He took your strength and grew it into his own. Where would he be with you after all?
The Michael sees the straight, silver lines that mar your skin something inside of him comes to a standstill. In the darkness, with only the light of the moon shining they are almost to faint for him to see but they catch his eyes anyway. Michael sits down beside you on the bed careful not to disturb you as you sleep.
He picks up your hand, cradling it in his own as if he touched too rough you would break. He traces the scars with delicate fingers focusing on the history of you, trying to understand. Michael sees the image of you crying and bleeding. Your eyes are swollen and red in this memory as if you had started and couldn’t make it stop. He can see you drowning in them and wonders if you still are.
being a dad would make him such a sap. you would wake up in the morning to see her in bed with you both, cuddled up to michael’s bare chest and wouldn’t even question it anymore because it was becoming a regular thing for him to want her close to you at night instead of so far away in her crib.
“Y-you’re what?” he would look at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, the words sounding foreign in your mouth but you couldn’t stop the smile that was forming on your lips.
Michael quickly wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck and shaking his head. You could already feel the tears against your skin. He lifted you off the ground as he hugged you, both of you laughing and holding each other so tightly.
All of a sudden he set you down and stepped back, his hands out as if he was trying to steady you.
“Sorry, I should be gentle,” he said cautiously and you admired how quickly he caught on to the paternal habits.
“The baby isn’t even a baby yet,” you laughed, shaking your head and pulling him back to you. “He’s like a pea right now.”
“He?” he asked, a grin taking over his face.
“I have a feeling,” you shrugged, mimicking his bashful expression.
Jim and Y/N had just come back to shore after spending the better part of the day amongst the waves. They spent most of their time at the beach. It was what brought them together. They had met when Jim saw her in the water, desperately trying to teach herself how to balance on her board. As they walked back up the beach, lugging their boards under their arms, there stood a blonde boy in all black.
Jim rolled his eyes as soon as he saw him.
“Oh my god,” Y/N looked from the blonde to the brunette beside her, “Is that him?” She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
Jim nodded reluctantly, “He wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Dumbass in all black in the middle of the summer,”
“Be nice,” she laughed, bumping her shoulder against him, “That’s your brother,”
As they approached him, Jim stuck his surfboard in the sand to hug his brother. They were identical physically in almost every way. What made the blonde different wasn’t just his hair color but the way he stood straight, confident, and somehow wise beyond his years.
“Michael, you remember Y/N ,” Jim motioned to her, “Y/N, you remember my brother,”
“I’ve never been on one of these,” Michael said uneasily, rubbing his arm as he sat a little too rigidly.
“Hey,” you said softly, reaching over and resting your hand on his leg, “relax.”
He nodded, letting out the heavy breath he had been holding and sunk into the seat next to you as the ferris wheel cart had begun its ascension. The stuffed animal he had won you sat between you both.
This was your first official date with Michael and he was more nervous than you had ever seen him. It was probably a mix of the heights and the date.
You watched him as he peered out over the carnival below you, the colorful lights glowing onto him in the most magnificent way. Grabbing the stuffed animal, you moved it from between you two and scooted closer to him.
When you felt the cart stop at the highest point, Michael shifted around in his seat and looked over at you.
“Thank you for finally letting me take you on a real date,” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. You admired his nervous habits.
“I’ve been waiting,” you joked, reaching up and pushing his hair off of his forehead when the wind blew it.
You felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you even closer and watched as his eyes flicked down to your lips, his tongue darting out and wetting his own. You moved your hand to rest at the back of his neck, gently pulling him closer and you nudged your nose against his.
You couldn’t help but smile as he let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing and you felt his grip around your waist tighten. You knew that you would have to be the one to initiate anything but you loved the idea of it.
After gently brushing your lips against his, you fully leaned into him and your mouths fell into a perfect kiss. He hesistated at first, clearly not knowing what to do, but you kept the kiss slow and gentle. It only lasted a minute or so, the cart beginning to move back down to the ground making you pull away.
Michael bit his lip as he fought a smile, shaking his head at you. You quickly leaned in, pressing your lips to his again for a moment.
“Thank for letting me give you the most cheesy first kiss,” you said teasingly.
The sub!michael fans are out tonight live your kinks hoes. I bet Michael can take it. He’d be a moaning withering mess before you even put anything inside of him.
It was so completely unnecessary and yet I needed it so bad. He’s the type of guy who can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue for sure, and he would love to flaunt it. Making you cum using just his tongue is one of his favorite things
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