#I'm a sucker for soft Michael I'm sorry

[loweya-blog]

Mc a dying angst and fluff PLEASEEEE mc dies in front of the cast get judged which takes a decade or so and and makes it to the celestial realm ands like "damn ig Im here now" after a few days or so of hanging out with the angels tells demons that the dearly beloved human had made it to the realm and the demons instantly starts trying to make preparations with Michael trying to start up an another exchange program so they can see mc again

IDK IF YOU CAN TELL BUT I LOW-KEY HATE SENDING REQUEST ITS SO EMBARRASSING TO ME😞😞😞 anyways i spent my time pondering this one sorry for any spelling mistakes I'm really sick rn and im kinda sorta dyslexic-ham

No worries hon! Here's your request, I hope you like it ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Renewed Hope

The House of Lamentation was silent, as it had been for many many years. Each of the brothers had closed themselves off into their respective rooms and hobbies after classes had ended, isolating themselves from each other. Lucifer kept himself busy with constant paperwork. Mammon ran himself dry at the casino. Leviathan huddled in his rooms, playing endless games and watching anime nonstop. Satan separated himself in his room and consumed every new book he could get his hands on. Asmodeus partied day in and day out. Beelzebub focused on sports and eating while Belphegore lost himself in endless sleep. These routines they'd fallen into had kept themselves sane after your passing. When the anger and sorrow and tears faded away, leaving nothing but the empty hole in their souls with nothing to fill it.

Your monument sat in the graveyard, strictly maintained and cleaned but each of the brothers had their own private monument to you within their rooms. For some it was a shirt or an item while others had drawings or writings of yours. They would even add little offerings to you, as though you could receive them somehow. Anything to make the sting of your passing just a little bit better.

The moment you had died was right in front of them. Right in front of their eyes. Solomon immediately jumped to cast any of his life-saving spells on you while the rest of the group desperately tried to hold on. Even Thirteen refused to reap you right away in a fragile hope you could be save. But.... it was no use. Your body had died and though the soul remained, Thirteen knew she couldn't delay any longer or else you'd end up lost to the winds. The deep sorrow stuck each like lightning as they realized.... you were gone. Possibly for good.

But they still kept your words close in their hearts. When a brother was feeling down, they'd help each other out and listen to them. That sense of family you had created, though bruised, was not gone. And they'd fight any damn fool who tried to change that.

Meanwhile.... You were having the worst afterlife ever. The stupid judges couldn't decide if you were to be sent to the Celestial Realm or to the Devildom. It was obvious you hadn't done anything to deserve eternal torment but it would be just as cruel to send you to the Celestial Realm away from the majority of your family. Purgatory wasn't an option either since it would just send you away from both.

How does one give a human a perfect afterlife when they have family in both?

While they had their stupid discussions you were stuck for a WHOLE DECADE sitting on that stupid bench and playing tic tac toe with any sucker who was behind you in line. Eventually the judges relented, realizing that they couldn't make a pick so they drew straws, excluding the purgatory option. You got lucky, or unlucky depending on the perspective, and got sent to the Celestial Realm.

The moment you arrived, you felt your body become light as two little wings popped out from your back. All around you were beautiful grassy fields of the celestial realm and the soft warmth of the sun and lovely skies. As you wandered the field, heading towards the collection of white buildings and pastel structures in the distance, you heard someone's familiar voice.

"....MC?" Luke's little voice called out.

When you turned, you saw your precious angel with eyes wide and full of unshed tears.

"I-is this really you?" He asked, reaching out to see if you weren't some wonderful dream.

When you nodded, he embraced you and cried his little heart out. By the time he finished with his tears, Simeon had found you both. Simeon's eyes widened with realization and tears fell from his eyes. He embraced you, his hands shaking as he buried his face into your shoulder.

"W-we thought we had lost you." He whispered, his voice fragile with the weight of a decade's patience.

Eventually both freed you, after an hour of hugging and led you over to the celestial realm's town. Both were alert, as if afraid to let anybody try to take you away from them again. Luke was mostly just excited to introduce you to all his angel friends and show you all their shops and buildings and everything the Celestial Realm had to offer.

You got your own room, properly met Michael who welcomed you with warmth, and relaxed for a few days. Yet through your sleep, your mind lingered on the brothers and the others from the Devildom. You missed them dearly but had no way of returning to them, as all your stuff was still in the House of Lamentation. A few days had passed and you convinced Simeon to message the others. He reluctantly did, and was bombarded by hundreds of questions and demands to hand the phone over to you so they could at least hear your voice.

Each phone call was full of crying and sorries and words of love. Lucifer and Diavolo immediately began working on a way to bring you home. The best solution was the exchange program. Meanwhile Solomon, ever the clever snake, just casually broke into the Celestial Realm so he could see you, giving no care to the regulations that normally governed such a realm. He held you tight, not wanting to ever let you out of his sight again.

Michael was more than happy to add you to the exchange program on the terms that you would use the chance to learn how to be an angel from Simeon and Luke while there. After accepting these terms, you return to the devildom.

Mammon was the first to greet you, having stayed up all night for your return. He tried to act all tough, but after a soft smile from you, he broke and rushed in for a hug. Each of them welcomed you with tears and tight hugs that almost crushed you. From then on..... you realized they would never let you leave again. No matter where you went or what you did, they would always love you and find you.

The End.

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[racingliners]

🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨: tagged by @avida-heidia-5, thank you!!

(this has been in my drafts since January and I had completely forgotten to post it, so I'm going to fix that immediately. I am so sorry this took forever!)

1. Who or what got you into F1?

My Dad. The best memories I have of my Dad are watching F1 races together when I was growing up. idk how long he'd been an F1 fan by the time I was born, but I still have a very old Ferrari hat of his.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

As a kid Michael because of my Dad (according to my Gran when I really really little I used to run around going "vroom vroom Schumacher!"). When I got back into watching F1 in 2013 I supported Jenson and Seb, and I still do! They're very much my beloveds.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

Lewis!

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

the dream teams of Seb, Britta and Antti & Lewis and Bono. I am a sucker for colleagues turned besties.

And as for teammates, Lewis and Jenson are my favourites. I frequently go onto YouTube and look up old McLaren promo videos because they're just hilarious in the best way (also shoutout to Series 1 of Tooned, I still have it on DVD!).

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

Nope, I'm the only F1 fan in my family. My parents (Mum and Step-Dad) have the odd opinion on some drivers but as a whole they're very unbothered 😅

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

I have so many for various different reasons. Silverstone 2014 & 2018 because I was there. India 2013 and Singapore 2019 for Seb reasons, Hungary 2019 and Turkey 2020 for Lewis reasons. Hungary 2021 for the whole of lap 1 and also for Seb reasons. Bahrain 2014 also sticks out because it was such a good race long battle between Nico and Lewis.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Silverstone and Marina Bay (Singapore)

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

As mentioned above I have been ridiculously lucky to go to the British GP twice in 2014 and 2018. The first time my parents organised it and the second time was via coach trip (which honestly I would recommend, it took out a lot of the stress in terms of getting to the track).

Obviously it's been a while but both years were absolutely amazing. Silverstone is a brilliant circuit both in terms of spectator facilities and seating options (idk if they still have it, but for our weekend tickets we had roving grandstand seats for the Saturday which meant we could sit in different parts of the track for FP3 and Quali - Luffield and Village are great spots!).

The atmosphere at the track is also just incredible, even during a practice session. They also open the Porsche experience centre and have cars on display (including cars that have won Le Mans!!)

I did post some pictures at the time from both trips under the Silverstone 2014 and Silverstone 2018 tags and I'm happy to post more if people want!

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

I have not but I know someone who has 😅

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

I have a colossal soft spot for the Brawn GP BGP001, she will always be famous 🤍💛

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Esteban Ocon purely for everything that was Hungary 2021.

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

Lewis' post-race radio from Turkey 2020 and a (very) long list of Seb quotes

[prophecy-is-inevitable]

How would you imagine each of Michael's Phases would react to finding you asleep, while you waited for him to finish his daily antichrist things and come back home to you? 😇😈 Fluff/Smut? Whatever you find fitting! 🖤

Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you like what I’ve come up with! I’m not exactly sure where Grunge!Michael fits in, so I did skip that one.

* There’s one little section of smut for flavor. But it’s been a while so I apologize if it’s shit! *

Hawthorne!Michael

The fires were burning low in the academy as Michael made his way through the sleek halls to his bedroom. He knew it was late, and he paused with a wince when his door creaked on its hinges as he pushed it open. Michael peeked his head around the edge of the door to try and find where you were. Soft light from a low-burning candle illuminated your face resting on his pillow, your lashes dusting your cheeks as you slept, and he smiled softly. 

The book you had been reading on advanced magical techniques and incantations had fallen from your hand and laid open on the bed next to you. He carefully picked it up and moved your bookmark--a balck satin neck ribbon from one of his uniforms--to the page you had been reading. Descensum. Of course. Even with his powers growing stronger and his confidence in his ascension as Alpha, he had still asked for your help in making sure he was as prepared as possible. He needed this. He needed to prove himself, and you wanted nothing more to see him succeed. You’d be lying if you said you had been particularly worried about the final task after hearing of the previous failures by others. But Michael wasn’t like the others.

The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of his bed and stroked the curve of your cheekbone with his thumb. Michael leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple. He didn’t bother changing. He simply loosened the ribbon at his neck, removed his jacket, and slipped under the covers to pull you close. His arm wrapped around your waist, and he tucked his head against your neck. As powerful as he was, he felt stronger with you wrapped in his arms. 

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Sojourn!Michael

He had been lost. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Spiritually even. His father had abandoned him--just like everyone else. Except you. Michael smiled tiredly when he spotted your figure wrapped in a knitted throw blanket on the porch swing. You always waited for him to stumble back home, leaving the porch light lit for him. He was sure he’d find a cold meal still sitting at his spot on the table, too. A lump rose in his throat as he watched the gentle breeze rustle through your hair. You deserved better. You deserved someone strong and confident in their abilities. 

You wrapped the blanket tighter around you in your sleep, resulting in a soft and deep chuckle from your lover. He made his way to you, gently scooped you up in his arms, and opened the door with the slight kick of his shoes. You whimpered softly at the disturbance, but didn’t wake, and buried your face against his neck. The dusting of stubble on his jaw tickled your cheek the closer you snuggled into him. His warmth was a nice contrast to the chilled outdoors, and the heady smell of his skin lulled you back into your slumber.

Michael sat on the sofa with your head in his lap, carding his fingers through your hair, and trying to get the wild beating of his heart under control. He was always like this after a day of “work”. His mind ran at miles a minute with questions and concerns, and his blood rushed through his veins at the restrained panic. The gentle feeling of your chest rising and falling against him helped as he focused on mimicking your steady breaths. Before he knew it, his head was resting against the back of the couch and your breaths had synched in peaceful sleep. No matter how lost he was, he always found his way back home to the one who kept him grounded. To you. He would become the man you deserved, the man that demanded the respect and fear of others, the man that kept you safe.

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*Fire&Reign!Michael (Smutty Smut Smut Smut) 

Michael’s gloves creaked as he tightened his fists at the memory of the day’s successful meeting. He’s held the entire room, each person eating out of his palm, as he addressed the Cooperative. They practically held their breaths for him. This was what purpose felt like. It flowed through him stronger than anything he had ever felt. Well...almost. Desire consumed him so quickly and completely when in your presence that he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to (which he never did). Michael embraced his urges now, and he’d never felt more alive. Just the thought of you waiting in your room for him was stirring his arousal. Pleasure and pride often went hand in hand, after all.

A smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes landed on your form asleep on the sofa. What a beautiful sight to celebrate the end of his glorious day. With an elegant twist of his wrist, the flames in the fireplace burned brighter to light the room. The satin night dress he had given you had ridden up and gave him a tantalizing view. His fingers, still clad in vibrant red leather, trailed lazily over your bare legs, up your exposed thighs, and danced over the silky fabric at your hip. He knelt between your legs, placing one around his waist, and kissed along your neck and collarbone. A practiced swipe relieved you of the lace covering your core, and his fingers quickly slipped along your folds. The sleepy moan from your lips encouraged him further, and his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Michael…” The murmur of his name made him chuckle in satisfaction against your skin, and his gloved fingers easily pushed into you when your hips shifted.

“You know I fucking love it when you say my name.” Your eyes fluttered open at the husky whisper. It was even better to wake up to the real thing. Michael was skilled at playing your body. He knew just the right angle to make you arch and writhe against him. Before long, he removed his fingers and pressed the wet digits against your lips. “Come on. You know what to do.” Your lips parted obediently, and you hummed at the taste of your own arousal and warm leather on your tongue.

The long day and earlier thoughts of how exactly he wanted to ravage you when he returned left him impatient. The sound of his belt and zipper made your eyes sparkle in excitement, and you eagerly parted your legs to give him more room to settle against your hips. With one sharp thrust, he seated himself fully inside of you. He groaned into your neck but didn’t pause long before setting a pace driven by sheer carnal need. Michael knew what he wanted, and he was going to chase it with pure abandon. Your hands reached behind you to hold the arm of the sofa, the deep and rapid thrusts of his cock forcing you across the piece of furniture until his hands gripped your hips roughly to hold you in place. The pressure of his fingers on your skin, his teeth on your collarbone, the sound of skin on skin and his groans of pleasure filled you with more sensations than your sleep-addled brain had been prepared for. His face was slick with sweat and your back was starting to stick to the black leather sofa. Gasps and moans fell heavily from the pair of you amidst the erotic symphony echoing in the room.

Your hands reached up into his soft, blond curls and tugged. The action earned you a string of curses and a sharp thrust that perfectly reached the spot inside you that left you seeing stars. Michael did it again upon hearing your gasp and relentlessly targeted your g-spot, even as his hips began to falter. One of your hands remained in his hair while the other ventured downward to drag your nails lightly along his clothed back. A shiver ran through his body, his cock twitching within your trembling walls, and he growled in your ear. The possessive sound coupled with the feeling of him perfectly filling you was the tipping point. You came around him with a cry, your pulsing core drawing him deeper still, and he roughly jerked your hips up to fuck you through your orgasm. He was so close, and your release only drew him closer. Your legs locked behind his back to urge him on, needing to feel him fill you completely. A chorus of moans continued to fall from your lips, each one praising his name, and he buried himself as far as he could before granting your own desires. You moaned in satisfaction as pulse after pulse of his seed filled you, his teeth sinking into your collarbone to muffle his groan as he claimed you as his in every way.

“Today went well, then?” you panted. Your fingers stroked his damp curls from his face as he held himself over you.

“Oh yes.Though I was very much looking forward to the end.”

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Outpost!Michael

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose after closing his laptop. More bad news. R&D was having difficulties with virtually every project they needed to accomplish for the Sanctuary to flourish. While the people at Outpost 3 were insignificant and of no concern for the future, he wasn’t alone. He wanted this to work for the both of you. You were his future, and the both of you together were the future of this world. If nothing functioned to help you survive, what kind of future was that? He couldn’t broach the subject of a family with such uncertainty looking ahead.

Michael ran a hand through his hair and sat back in his chair. That was enough for one day. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and straightened the shoulder to make sure his immaculate presence reamined. He tucked his laptop under his arm and began climbing the spiral staircase to his rooms. Michael passed a few of the Outpost residents in the hall and remained aloof to their gestures and acknowledgements. Any show of interest would only encourage, and he was more than done with his interviewees for the day. 

The air in your shared room was warm and humid, and he spotted your laptop closed on the table. The door to the bathroom was mostly shut except for an inch that let a sliver of light stream from the room. Thick air carried a familiar smell that made Michael smile--your favorite bath soap. He tossed his coat across a chair in the corner of the bedroom and unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves. Michael rolled his shirt up to the elbows and entered the bathroom. It must have been some time since you’d started your bath from how far the candles had burned down. Bubbles still covered the surface of the water, though, some still stuck to the skin of your shoulders and chest as your head rested against the back of the tub. You must have read the emails, too...

Michael knelt beside the tub and swirled his fingers in the water. It was still warm, but he could feel the surface beginning to grow tepid. His powers leached into the water and increased the temperature back to a pleasant heat that released some steam into the air. His long fingers caressed your arm until you woke enough to blink up at him.

“May I join you?” Michael whispered. He rested his head on one arm bent across the edge of the tub while the other continued to raise goosebumps over your skin.

“Of course.”

Michael needed no further invitation. He stripped himself from his formal attire, kicking his cropped pants into the corner and tossing his shoes away. You slide back to give him room to step into the tub and sit in front of you. He moaned softly as he sank into the warm water, his tense muscles slowly beginning to uncoil as the water soothed his stress. Well, the water and the gentle circles your thumbs began to make along his spine and shoulders.

“How did the interviews go today?” you asked quietly.

“About as well as expected. Every one of them believes they deserve to be saved,” he muttered, waving his hands dismissively as if they were talking about something as inconsequential as the weather.

“Do you think they have any idea they won’t be leaving this place?” Your lips danced over his neck and shoulders, and he tipped his head back to rest on your shoulder to look into your eyes. The smirk on his lips said it all.

“Not a fucking clue.” You chuckled together and cupped your hands in the water to wet his hair while his head was still tipped back. He’d grown it out over the last year, giving him the look of maturity that matched his behavior. Everything was smooth and calculated now, from the application of the dramatic scarlet eyeshadow he wore, to his fashion, to each word he used to trigger the responses he needed in interviews. He had grown into his power and wielded it with his beauty as a dazzling weapon.

After sufficiently soaking his hair, you ran your fingers through the long silken strands and used your nails to massage his scalp. Michael sank against you more with a sigh and pressed a kiss to your lips. You happily returned it and pulled away to trail your lips along the tendon of his neck. He reached up to cup your face and bring your lips back to his in a deeper embrace. Perhaps the future was a bit uncertain, but this one aspect would always be clear.

[blueeyedheizer]

mummy's girl - michael gray

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, pregnancy

A/N: wow. I haven't posted a proper fic in so long omg. it's relatively short tho, i have to get used to long fics again lol. michael might be a bit ooc in this because i'm a sucker for gentle and sweet michael. It's really not my best work cause i'm still a bit rusty but hope you like it!

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Your three year old daughter had been awfully agitated these past couple of nights. She would wake up crying and screaming in the middle of the night, and you couldn't figure out why. She was usually a heavy sleeper and rarely ever had any nightmare so this whole situation was starting to worry you.

Whenever it happened, Michael was usually the one pulling himself from bed because he knew you had to wake up early in the morning and needed as much sleep as possible.

But there was just one, big problem: Julia would only stop crying if you were the one coming to comfort her. She was having a bit of a hard time warming up to your soon-to-be husband, and she still wasn't used to live with someone other than you in the house.

"I want my mummy." she repeated for the umpteenth time as Michael desperately tried to calm her down, rocking her back and forth in his arms. He'd been trying to comfort her for the past five minutes now, but nothing seemed to work. She just kept begging.

"I know little one, I know. But mummy's sleeping right now, okay? She's had a long day and she needs to rest." he told her, trying to reason with her as she kept crying, her tiny hands wiping her cheeks in vain as more tears fell down. "Come on princess. Stop crying. If you won't do it for me then do it for mummy."

In the other room, you were trying to figure out what was going on in your half-asleep state, silently hoping your daughter's cries would subside and you wouldn’t have to get up tonight. But unfortunately, tonight was no different than the last and none of that happened. So you rolled out of bed with a sigh and dragged your feet down the hall to her room.

"Hey baby. What's wrong?" you cooed, swooping Julia up into your arms and slowly beginning to rock her back and forth. She stopped crying almost instantly, resting her head on your shoulder and plopping her thumb into her mouth.

A simple glance at Michael's expression told you that this was starting to get to him. He was trying so hard to be a good father figure for her, but she didn't seem to show the slightest sign of affection towards him.

"I'm sorry. I did everything I could."

"I know. It's okay." You reached to place your free hand on his cheek, rubbing the skin softly with your thumb before kissing him sweetly, trying to bring him any form of comfort.

But almost as soon as your lips touched, Julia whined and tried to push him away from you, her brows drawn together in a scowl.

"I'll take care of her." you told him quietly, giving him a soft sympathetic smile. Michael nodded then glanced at your daughter one last time before heading for the kitchen.

"Come on baby. Let's get you back to bed."

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After tucking her in bed you joined Michael in the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder as he sat at the table.

"She doesn't hate you, Michael, if that's what you're thinking." you mumbled sleepily, closing your eyes.

"It certainly does look like it." he scoffed, the emotion audible in his voice. "I don't understand, Y/N. She loves Ada, Finn, John, my mum. Fuck's sake, she even loves Tommy and Arthur. What am I doing wrong?" he asked, turning in his chair so he could face you. You sighed softly and settled between his legs, caressing his cheek. Then Michael wrapped his arms around your waist and you began to play with his hair, your fingertips gliding over his scalp in a soothing manner while his head rested on your belly.

"You're not doing anything wrong Michael." you told him truthfully. "It's just...This is all new for her. We've only ever lived alone, just the two of us, so she doesn't understand why you're here everyday. She's never seen me with a man before and she has no idea what it's like to have someone else taking care of her." you explained, massaging his scalp gently. "Just give her time. I'm sure she'll love you...they both will." you added, whispering.

Michael's head perked up, wide eyes meeting yours.

"Both?"

"Mhm." you nodded, smiling fondly. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as he stood suddenly.

"We're having— We're having a baby?" He whispered, a look of pure adoration in his eyes as he knelt in front of you, reaching forward to flatten his hand over your stomach. You giggled at the feeling of his hands on your skin, going back to playing with his hair as you do.

"Yes, Michael. We're having a baby."

With that he got back on his feet and cradled your face, his face breaking out into a huge grin before his lips pressed against yours in a deep kiss, the sudden gesture making you chuckle.

"How far along are you?" he whispered, lowering his voice after remembering you weren't alone in the house.

"A month and a half."

"A month? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well...no one knows, really. I was supposed to make a huge pregnancy announcement. Like, a big party, both our families and friends invited. But i've been starting to experience the morning sickness and quite frankly...I don't feel like hiding everything from you and going though that alone. Besides, my bump should start showing any day now so it'll get harder to hide." you explained.

Michael nodded then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your lips again, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Fuck. I can't believe it." He breathed as you wrapped your arms around him and began kissing his jaw and neck. It was an innocent gesture, but Michael interpreted it differently. His lips quickly found yours after that, the kiss rapidly growing needier. You giggled against his lips then he began to trail them down your neck and collarbones, sucking a hickey there.

"I'm am not having sex right now, Michael."

"Why not?" he teased, his lips continuing to travel down your neck.

"Because it's three in the morning and i'm exhausted." you answered simply, pushing him away gently and raising an eyebrow at him. He rolled his eyes playfully in response.

"Alright...fine."

Michael took a hold of your hand, and, with one last kiss you both went back to your room, eventually falling back into a deep sleep in each other's arms, excited for what was to come.

[glitchstoxicwaste]

hello. I'd like to be 🖤 anon if thats okay. i might pop in ur askbox more if i remember.

id like to request the slashers but esp norman and michael with a reader who can make them blush. i just want tooth rotting fluff with that scenario. like what things does the reader do to make them blush? how do the slashers respond to it?

thank you, im sorry if requests aren't open, and i hope u have a great rest of ur day and week. :)

Yes you absolutely CAN be 🖤anon!!!

Requests are open, I'm just posting a lot slower than before!

Slashers | Michael | Norman

Michael Myers gets flustered!

Norman Bates gets flustered!

TW: Cute flushed fluff!

↓Continue under the cut!↓

Michael Myers!

It's a very rare sight for a normal person to catch Michael anywhere near flustered.

But you? It's more common for you.

What do you do to make him blush?

Kiss the scar over his eye, it's showing him you aren't disgusted by the thing making him blind in one eye.

Hug him when he first gets home from a fresh kill, proves you aren't put off by his anger release and you aren't scared of him.

Compliment him, soft words are new to him, they make him melt.

Cuddle his head and hum while playing with his hair, he never got that type of affection as a child, and you're letting him have back what was striped from him.

How does he respond?

When you kiss his eye he freezes, his eyes go wide and he stares at you, his brain shut down completely.

Hug him when he gets home, he's startled, he's covered in blood and god knows what else, but your holding him and showing him that you love him and missed him, he stiffens, cheeks glowing from how red they are, bashfully turns away and pats your back nervously.

Compliments, his breath catches in his throat, face and neck a bright red, scans your face for a lie and when he spots nothing but love and admiration he gets up and walks away to rid himself of the fluster.

Cuddles and head pats, hides his embarrassed face in your stomach, curled around you shaking slightly from emotions he has never felt before, holding onto you tightly in a silent plea to never leave him, a silent way of saying "Thank you", an unspoken "I love you".

Norman Bates!

It’s easy to fluster him really.

What do you do to make him blush?

Besides existing, holding his hand, shows that you love him and want to show him affection, that you’re always there for him.

Make him food, he’s used to doing it for himself, so when you do it, it’s like an act of domesticity

Call him pet names, what can I say, he’s a sucker for romance.

Wear anything that shows any amount of skin besides arms, you’re revealing yourself to him dude.

Give him gifts, giving him something shows you were or are thinking about him, or you saw something and thought of him.

How does he respond?

Hand holding, his cheeks warm at the thought of you wanting to be closer to him,

Make him food, he will get a little flustered at you worrying over him like this.

Call him pet names, his face will grow fully red, anything that is more modern will get him, like Darling, Dear, Love, Dearest, etc.

Wearing cooler clothing, his face and neck will turn full red at the sight of your stomach, legs, or cleavage if you have one, it’s vulnerablility and a sacred thing that shouldn’t be show to others.

Gift giving, his cheeks get warm and he might cry at the act of kindness and the feeling of being on your mind.

[imyourangell]

How would Mikey react to the reader getting sick? Like how would he take care of them? I love to think that he’d cuddle them to make them feel better 🥺

💕✨BABY I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!✨💕

💕✨I had to go to the hospital because I fell and messed up my ankle TT✨💕

✨💕but! This idea is super duper cute! And I'm a sucker for soft Michael! I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know if you do not~!✨💕

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💕✨Micheal with a sick s/o~!💕✨

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🐈‍⬛Micheal doesn't ever get sick (or so he says!)

🐈‍⬛Of course Michael noticed how tired and sluggish you've been getting

🐈‍⬛He’s worried of course but it's Michael! He won't let on to how worried he is

🐈‍⬛he WILL make you lay down and rest

🐈‍⬛Do not argue with him

🐈‍⬛He’s not the best cook but he tries for you

🐈‍⬛Checks you're fever often

🐈‍⬛He’s actually not a bad nurse

🐈‍⬛But only for you!!

🐈‍⬛CUDDLES ARE A THING

🐈‍⬛he might be a little 🤏 stiff but he'll relax^^

🐈‍⬛also NO CLEANING

🐈‍⬛you’re tough out of luck if you're ocd

🐈‍⬛MICHEAL WILL SIT ON YOU IF HE MUST Y/N

🐈‍⬛gets you extra blankets

🐈‍⬛Gets you're medicine for you (don't question where he got it)

🐈‍⬛If you're super bad sick he'll even help you with baths!

🐈‍⬛also? Kisses are ALL THE TIME

🐈‍⬛ it's his special little way of saying “I’m sorry”

🐈‍⬛Overall Michael cares so much for you! And he'll do anything to ensure you're safe and healthy

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Omg! I will have you know that I'm a /complete sucker/ for cuddles! Eek! Alright, out of all, (and, yes, I do mean all) the ones you do, which of them would be OK with an s/o who's a /complete/ "cuddlebug", conditions or not. Bonus if they ask for their "green light" /first/, /especially/ if it goes beyond PG rated touches. Double bonus if they can write down boundaries of what's OK and not OK because visuals help with a not-so-great memory, you know? 😅😊

Cute!!! I hope these work okay!! Sorry for the wait!

Slashers with a Cuddlebug S/O

Michael Myers

Michael isn’t very fond of your need to cuddle. He’s very claustrophobic and likes his personal space, so having someone as clingy as you makes him uncomfortable, at least in the beginning of your relationship.

As you grow closer and learn his boundaries, as long as you respect them he’s all for cuddling. 

His boundaries include simpler things like if he tells you to leave him be, then leave him be. He also doesn’t like having his arms restricted, so a crushing hug makes him panic. 

Once he sees how respectful you are towards him (and how nice cuddling really is) he might even start initiating it himself, grabbing you and holding you on his lap. 

Jason Voorhees

Jason hasn’t had positive physical contact in years, so he’s all for it as long as you can put up with his nervousness and anxiety. This big guy knows he’s strong, and he also knows he isn’t very good at realizing his strength. He’s afraid to hurt you.

The more you cuddle, the more comfortable he’ll become with it up until the point that it’s all he wants to do. Boundaries are virtually nonexistent with this guy, you can hug him whenever you want and he won’t complain.

He had forgotten how nice it is to feel loved, so even though he’s a big strong dude he still loves to be the little spoon, getting hugs and kisses as well as giving them. 

Please hug this man. Make him feel loved, give him the care he deserves, he’ll soak it up like a sponge.

Billy & Stu

Billy would be totally down to cuddle. He thinks it’s romantic, and likes to have an arm around your shoulder at all times, running his fingers through your hair. 

Billy is also the king of respecting your boundaries. If you ever don’t want him near he’ll listen, and he’ll give you as much space as you need without a complaint, though you can tell he’s a little disappointed. 

Stu, like Billy, is always there to hug and snuggle with. He’s a cuddlebug himself, so having an S/O who acts the same is perfect for him. Any time, anywhere, he’s always there with open arms. 

He’s not the best with boundaries. He doesn’t have any, so he usually forgets that other people might. In other words, even if he knows you’re having a bad day, he’ll still try to bear hug you until you yell at him to stop and he realizes you seriously aren’t in the mood. 

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson

Danny is seriously deprived of any and all human interaction- anything from talking to cuddling, so he’s hesitant but eager to hold you. He doesn’t even remember the name of his last S/O (the one before you) because so much time has passed since they broke up.

He has a few boundaries, mostly things like when not to hug him. The biggest and most important example is this; do not hug him if he’s just come back from a hunt, he’ll still be violent and dangerous, unable to tell you apart from any other person he might prey on.

However, whenever he’s just relaxing at home you can come wrap your arms around him and he’ll lean into your touch in an instant. 

He doesn’t respect your boundaries at all. If you’re ever angry or sad, wanting your alone time, he’ll wrap himself around you anyways in an attempt to cheer you up, muttering words of praise in your ear.  

Brahms Heelshire

Depending on Brahms’ mood, he will either love or hate to cuddle. On his clingy, obedient days he’ll basically beg you to play with his hair or lay in his arms, but when he’s feeling bratty he’ll deny it as long as possible, even though he most likely wants to hug you anyways. 

He doesn’t usually mind surprise cuddles but some days he gets really nervous and others he’ll down right snap, complaining that you were violating his personal space and that he needed some alone time. He’ll usually come crawling to you for cuddles on days like these after an hour or two. 

Some days Brahms acts like a big spoon, some days a little spoon, all depending on the bratty-or-clingy question.

This also goes for his respectfulness towards you. If he feels like a little asshole he’ll demand cuddles no matter what, but on his sweetheart days he’ll listen to everything you say. 

Norman Bates

As I always say, Norman is the king of respecting his S/O. If you don’t want to cuddle, that’s just fine, you can have your space, and if you do then he’s right there to hug!

He’s always nervous, and it’s amplified when he’s the one asking for the cuddles because he’s so afraid you’ll think he’s silly or desperate. He always smiles like some lovestruck idiot when you agree to snuggle. 

Set up any boundaries you want, and even if he knows exactly what they are he’ll always ask before engaging in any sort of physical contact.

He’ll never say no if you want to cuddle him unless he’s had a really bad day and is afraid for your safety. This is a pretty rare scenario though, so you don’t have to worry. 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is almost always a nervous wreck, so he’ll be opposed to snuggling for a while, too scared to do it. He’ll be so scared that you might think he’s trying to force it on you even though you’re usually the one dropping hints or downright asking him to lay with you.

When he finally gives in and starts to cuddle he’ll want to do it all the time. He never gets any physical affection- or really any affection in general, so he’s addicted to it. 

No boundaries, he just wants some hugs, so you can hug him whenever you want and he won’t complain.

However, with your boundaries he’ll respect them til the day he dies. He never wants to make you uncomfortable, so he’s always on edge when cuddling, making sure he doesn’t forget any of the boundaries he so madly respects. 

Bo Sinclair

At first he won’t ever want to cuddle, not in a soft mushy way at least. Maybe he’ll wrap an arm around your hips or shoulders, but he’ll refuse spooning or holding you in his lap since it’s not ‘manly’ enough. He’s no soft boy >:(

That, of course, is a lie. The first time he gives in and lays down with you in his arms he won’t ever stop, and he’ll be the one initiating it every night and most times during the day. 

He has no boundaries, you can do whatever you want as long as he’s getting attention.

Sadly, he won’t respect the boundaries you have. He loves you too much not to hug you at all times, so if you ever want your space, I’m sorry, but tough luck. 

Lester Sinclair

Poor boy needs all the hugs! He’s way too shy to even suggest the idea to you but he’ll always be secretly hoping that you’ll hug him or even just grab his hand. 

He’s as much of a cuddlebug as you are, and he’s always waiting to go to bed so he can hold you or be held. 

He has very few boundaries and is always wanting cuddles. The only time he’s ever hesitant to hug you or be hugged is around his brothers, afraid that they’ll make fun of him or, even worse, you. 

You have boundaries? Okay, they’ll never be disrespected. He doesn’t want to ruin your relationship so he’ll never do something if you don’t want him to. 

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is the textbook definition of a cuddle fiend. He doesn’t know how quickly a relationship should move so the chances are he’ll cuddle you the first day you’re officially together. 

He’ll be so nervous at first, but he’ll still hug you anyways and he’ll silently be praying that you don’t mind it. When he finds out you don’t mind the cuddling it’ll happen somehow even more frequently. 

The only time you aren’t allowed to hug him is when he’s working with his saw or cleaver. He won’t risk you getting hurt! Not a chance!

Any boundaries you have, it’ll take him a while to learn, but once he does he’ll respect the ever-loving hell out of them. You won’t ever feel disrespected or ignored. 

Thomas Hewitt

Hoooly this guy is soo awkward around you! He’s constantly nervous that he’ll accidentally hurt you with his strength so he’s constantly treating you like glass. You will have to be the one to initiate any cuddling, and he’d appreciate if you asked him first. 

Once you’ve asked, he’ll comply but he’ll be unsure and hesitant, it will take some getting used to. You’ll have to reassure him that he won’t hurt you. 

He doesn’t like to be cuddled when he’s angry because that’s when his temper gets out of control and he snaps too quickly. Again, this is a problem with him fearing that he’ll accidentally hurt you.

Tell him your boundaries, he’ll keep them at the front of his mind at all times. You love him so much (and he loves you!), he won’t risk ruining that relationship!

Billy Lenz

Billy is a tough guy to understand. He’s either mushy or hostile, but you can never really tell which one he’s feeling at any given time. It takes a long time to know when he’s willing to be loved and when he won’t go crazy and potentially hurt you.

When he’s mushy, he will be the ultimate little spoon, begging you to braid his messy hair and nuzzling his face into your neck, forcing you to wrap your arms around him. 

Other days, when he’s more unstable, he’ll hide from you in the attic despite the loneliness and the sadness encroaching from the edges of his mind. In times like these he can’t be touched or talked to without getting yelled at or even sometimes hurt.

Any boundaries you have won’t be very respected. On days where he feels extra sweet he’ll give you any space you desire, but his sadness usually gets the best of him and drives him to demand your touch- if you don’t show him that you love him, he’ll let the bad voices tell him otherwise.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is very busy, always planning, but in his rare free time he will always be glued to your side, making up for his absence with hugs and kisses. 

He’s lived alone for the grand majority of his life so he greatly appreciates having someone to show him all the love he’s missed out on in his life. He always had trouble sleeping before he met you, but now that you can fight off the loneliness he’s much happier.

As long as you aren’t in any danger you can tag along and be with him whenever you want. He knows that you’re smart and will take the hint as to when it isn’t a good time for cuddles.

This goes the other way around too; Leslie is very perceptive, so if he’s ever getting signals that you don’t want his affection he’ll listen to them right away. 

Pyramid Head

Pyramid Head has never known any sort of love, so he’ll be severely wary for quite a long time as he warms up to you. When he finally trusts you enough he’ll let you hug him. 

He actually quite likes it, though he rarely has the time or privacy to let his strong, threatening facade fade, so whenever the two of you are alone he melts like putty in your hands, craving your affection. 

He’ll always be a little uncomfortable whenever you two are cuddling, but he’ll try his best to get used to it for your sake. He enjoys the feeling of love and safety, too. 

He has many boundaries, so he respects all of yours as well. He always makes sure you’re willing to cuddle with him before he tries anything, and if you ever want your space he’ll give it to you with no more than a disappointed nod. 

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SaL anon here and I'm so sorry my dear but somehow "I want to talk about a slow song today" turned into we should talk about Sorrow. True to the song's name we start with some positively mournful strings and they never stop. Also not stopping is Ryan's voice which just 😭😭😭. If this doesn't get you crying then the lyrics will finish you off, especially the "I don't want to fight" which starts to echo with the "I will learn to fight". I mostly think of Caulfield and Alex's injury for this one

Uuuugh, why are you doing this to me?! (And on the day I'm watching the Chimney Begins episode of 911 too! 😭😭😭). So I have to say that of the 4 songs on the Emotions EP, Sorrow is my favorite. It’s just so soft, and raw, and honest and it give me all of the feelings in both the lyrics, and the beautiful music. I am a sucker for string instruments and this song is so beautifully done. And the emotion conveyed in his voice is, as always, top tier. My brother always complained about me listening on long drives because he thought his voice always sounded like he was on the edge of crying which absolutely works for this song! 

Naturally, this song is going to make me think of Caulfield first, but Alex and Michael have faced a lot of sorrow in their lives, from Alex’s mom leaving him as a child, his close friend Rosa dying in his teens, and the incident in which he lost his leg, not to mention growing up in an abusive home, to Michael and losing his family as a child, being forcibly separated from his siblings, the abuse he suffered as a child, and the grief of taking on Rosa’s murder from Isobel, and feeling abandoned all over again by Max and Alex, and watching the chance for answers about who they are and where they come from slip from his fingers with Caulfield and then immediately after with Noah. (Oh god I need to lie down. It’s so much! Please let them have a goddamn break!) So this song is so good for both of them and is in general a good song about grief and working through it as it comes.

it feels like falling. it feels like rain. like losing my balance again and again. it once was so easy; breathe in. breathe out. but at the foot of this mountain, i only see clouds.

The imagery in this song is so good, and the way sorrow makes the ground under your feet feel unsteady and how it can be so difficult to breathe is so on point. In the blog post about this song, Ryan mentions how he often tells people in his life when talking about facing challenges he compares it to “climbing a mountain and just when I reach the top, realizing it was actually just a foothill and the real mountain is still ahead.” and that’s where that last line comes from. And that line in particular hits me with Alex feels and how the traumatic loss of a limb would entail months and months of climbing what feels like mountains, only to find out there is still so much more ahead. I also imagine this is how it sometimes feels with Malex and how every time they think they have cleared a mountain or made some headway in communicating, the clouds shift and they see there is so much more to tackle.

i feel out of focus, or at least indisposed as this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold. each brave step forward, i take three steps behind it's mind over matter - matter over mind.

I sooo relate to feeling out of focus because that’s definitely my brain’s go-to in stress and grief. And oof oof oof the Malex of it all with that line “each brave step forward, i take three steps behind” because that seems like all we have seen from them over the past 2 seasons. 

slowly, then all at once. a single loose thread and it all comes undone.

I love this bit and how the music swells across “slowly” and then comes back down for “then all at once” then swells again, and then fades into the almost musicbox sounding interlude. And the lyrics here are so perfect for grief and how it can sneak up on us and the bury us as all the feelings catch up at once, or how you could be doing fine and then see one little thing and suddenly it’s like a tidal wave pulling you under. I am actually really hoping for a moment like this in season 3 for Alex or for Michael (or both? both is good) to have a bit of a breakdown and get some emotional support from each other. Another one of their brave steps forward. (please, Chris. We need it!)

where there is light, a shadow appears. the cause and effect when life interferes. the same rule applies to goodness and grief; for in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.

I love this verse so much. The opening imagery reminds me of a scene from an old show called Joan of Arcadia which had different character speaking to Joan as “God” and offering insight. There was one where they were talking about love and the “God” character said something like, “Love is a bright light in the universe. And a bright light casts a great shadow”, and this bit of the song always makes me think of that, along with the ending line which always makes me tear up a bit “for in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means”. I love/hate thinking about Caulfiled and Michael’s greatest joy and deepest horror and grief happening at the same time, but I also think about teen Malex and how we get to see after the shed incident and everything that happened, they are still finding comfort in their relationship and smiling and joking around and how even in the midst of all that sorrow and grief, they were still able to recognize the powerful connection they had and how it made them feel.

i don’t want to fight, i don’t want to fight it. but i will learn to fight, i will learn fight ’til this pendulum finds equilibrium.

This bit is great because as much as working through sorrow and grief is an uphill battle and some days we just don’t want to do it, there is something powerful about making the choice to learn to fight anyway, until things even out again. This also has me thinking about Alex and him going off to war to escape and also to learn skills to protect the people he loves, and Michael with his soft gentle soul choosing to fight and not allowing a broken system break his spirit or intelligence. I know everyone likes to talk about him projecting that “drunken cowboy” aesthetic on the town and allowing everyone to think he’s some dumb drunk, which he absolutely does do, but he’s also using all that free time where people avoid him, to draw up plans and calculations and run experiments on what alien artifacts they have. Yeah, from the outside it looks like he’s “wasting his life” but he never really stopped working, it’s just that he doesn’t let people in to see that side of him. There’s something to be said about him channeling his anger and hurt and sorrow with everything that happened into finding out everything he can about their people and the alien things he has access to. 

slowly, then all at once. the dark clouds depart, and the damage is done.

so pardon the dust while this all settles in. with a broken heart, transformation begins.

And somehow, even in a song about sorrow, Ryan can’t help but give us a hopeful ending. I love how this bit mirrors the earlier part where the grief can come slowly and hit so hard all at once, to this part where the grief starts to lift, so slowly as to be almost unnoticeable until one day the healing is well on it’s way. I love the imagery of having an “excuse our mess, we’re renovating!” sign up in your mind, but it’s also a great way to think about it, that things may feel broken and a mess, but it’s just under construction. I am really hoping season 3 gives us some good Malex moments were we can see this construction taking place as they move towards healing.

Good choice today, Nonnie! This is (as always, lol) one of my favorites. But also fair warning for anyone who bothers to read this and hasn’t heard the song, grab a tissue or two. It’s good, but it definitely strikes a chord that is directly tied to my tear ducts.

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Glad to see you're doing song requests again even if you're clearly out to hurt us. I'm feeling moody in my quarantined isolation so if I could please request "Wake up alone" by Amy winehouse with your boy Michael?

Hi, T. Respectfully, fuck off. This song hurts. Thanks, mgmt. 

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So Hard Waking Up Alone

She liked it better with the blinds opened. 

During the day it let light in, made her feel like she couldn’t ignore the hours in the day just because her chest ached. It hurt worse than when she pushed herself on her mile time. It hurt worse than when she fell out of that tree as a kid and knocked all the air out of her lungs. It hurt worse than she really thought anything could hurt. And sure, there were some things that could hurt like a bitch. But it was such a dull ache. It lingered, pulsing constantly in her chest and it radiated up to her head sometimes and her temples throbbed. 

But at night, when the moon settled into the horizons and the sun went to sleep, having the blinds open bathed in her a soft light. It let her cry without judgement. No one but animals could hear her if she howled in pain. Sure, there were still cars that whizzed by and sure she could hear the rattles of the leaves shaking in the occasional breeze but mostly at night she could grieve and no one would give her a pitiful look. 

The first night Michael left she curled into the sheets and tried her hardest to inhale his scent. She pressed it into her lungs and held her breathe so that she couldn’t loose an ounce of it with an exhalation. It probably sounded stupid. But god, it helped. It helped so much to know that he was still there in some capacity. Even if his physical body was gone. 

She had been spoiled. To have gotten serious with Michael before he left for tour, while he could come home at night and he could teach her poorly to play video games and they could eat dinner together and they could take a driver whenever they wanted. All that’s gone. And she knows he’s doing what he loves, that every night he’s on stage and he performs to his fans and that makes him so fucking happy. 

But it’s just so hard wake up alone. To carry on during the days, taking dogs for walk when she doesn’t have his squealing laughter right next to her. She has no one to laugh at when the dogs get zoomies late at night and nearly trip over their own feet. She has no one to curl up next to under the light of the deck and watch where the stars usually are, but can’t quite be seen. 

She thinks he knows too. Whenever he calls, he’s always asking her how she is. She doesn’t tell him everything, of course. How she cried when the sheets lost his scent. How took her two weeks to start cooking again. How she started to sleep in the guest room because it felt less lonely to wake up in that bed alone than their shared bed. 

She wishes he called her more when the daylight still peaked in from the opened panes. When she could tell him about her day at work, and what part of the house she had scrubbed down that day, or she could mention the new plant she was considering growing, but knew she’d ultimately kill. But lately, he was catching her more at night when he was just rousing and she was just starting to crumble. “Baby, the other girls said you haven’t gone out with them in three weeks.”

She just shrugs, curled up in the pillows of their shared bed so he doesn’t worry. “Haven’t wanted to,” she mumbles. 

“I know it’s hard. But you’ve got to take care of yourself, sweetheart. It really does help to go out, keep a schedule like normal.” 

Michael knows she’s still going to work, and that seems to be going well. Though, he can’t really judge because she hasn’t talked too much about it lately. It made him wonder for just a moment if she had quit, or been fired. But from what he gathered from the other significant others is that she was still doing well on that front. It was just getting her out of the house other than for grocery shopping and dog walks. 

She blinks, staring up at the ceiling as her laptop screen bathes her face in blue light. “I’m trying, Michael. I just didn’t think it would be this hard.”

He sighs, rubbing at his beard. “I’m really sorry. Tell me if I can do anything, please?”

It lingers on her tongue, Come home. But it’s his job. She can’t take him away from that. “I will,” she answers. “Tell me what’s on the agenda for today.” She’s tired of her same old lament. She’s honestly so sick of her own tears. 

“A couple interviews, I think,” Michael starts, pushing up from the hotel bed. “Soundcheck, and a the show. The guys want to explore a little so I think there’s going to be a small stroll through the city.”

“I want a postcard,” she suggests. It’s quiet, staring at the closet door. She’s currently dressed in one of his sweatshirts with no pants underneath but it almost doesn’t stomp out all the sadness.

Michael nods. “I can do that. The sappiest one I can find. One with dogs on it, for sure. Or maybe flowers. Dogs and flowers, how about that?”

She chuckles. “What do you take me for? A sap? A sucker?”

“Maybe both,” he teases, happy to hear her laughing just a little. He knows it won’t fix everything. It won’t ease every ache. But he hopes it helps just a little. 

Their conversation ends after Michael says good night to the dogs, now slipping on his own hat, ready for his day. It has to be early. There’s barely light coming in from the windows. “Love you, babycakes.”

“Love you too, dumplin’.”As the call ends, and her laptop screen goes black from the shut down, he scoots down into the sheets. Could she sleep her tonight? Would it not crush her soul anymore?

-H

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Prompt: I'm a sucker for sick fics, so maybe one where Jeremy gets a concussion some how (I don't know how, it's not like they exercise often) but doesn't realize it? So after a few days of Jeremy having concussion symptoms Michael gets worried/protective? (Also this is lowkey based on my friend getting hit in the head with a giant wood beam and not realizing she had a concussion until the next day when her pupils were wildly different sizes. Fun fact.)

(Hi!! Sorry this is late, but I hope you enjoy!! Also RIP AT UR FRIEND IS SHE O KA Y 

Word count : 1,114)

Michael bit the tip of his pencil, looking at his boyfriend from across the class with concerned eyes. He closely tracked Jeremy’s movements - the boy went to grab his water bottle, his movements hazy and lame. The shorter of the two’s frown only grew, his concern for the other doing the same.

Michael had been concerned over Jeremy’s position since the day previous, the two being out and around town together. In a spur of the moment thought, Michael suggested they go to a small playground across from the diner they were eating at - a place the boy himself had spent quite a bit of time as a child. He wanted to share those memories with the other, as well as relive some of his closer ones himself. Seeing how happy and excited the thought had made Michael, Jeremy had immediately agreed, blushing slightly at the thought of Michael pushing him in a swing or them holding hands as they swung in unison. Eagerly, the smaller of the two boys paid for their meal, grabbed the others hand, and they were off. 

It happened while they were on the monkey bars - a rather stupid thing to do, if they were being honest. The two of them combined had little to no body strength, especially in their arms - so trying to fully support themselves while suspended in the air should’ve been a red flag already. However, by some grace of god, Michael got across fine, so Jeremy assumed that he could probably perform the same. About halfway, however, he felt his arms beginning to shake under the pressure and weight of his entire form. His tongue dried up in his mouth as he looked across, realizing how far he was from either sides. “M-Michael-!” He called as a warning, but it was too late. His body had already called it quits, sweaty palms oiling his skin and causing for him to slip, further and further - before eventually, he no longer had any grip on the metal at all. He plummeted towards the ground, not a long distance, admittedly. The way he fell is what did it. Due to the sudden fall, the boy’s body wasn’t ready, and it twisted slightly in panic in the air, causing for his head to be flat when he landed. He smashed into the ground, a loud THUMP echoing through the playground as his cranium hit the hard soil. All together, he had been fine. He passed out for about 4 seconds, coming back to see Michael hovering over him, panicking and scrambling. He had earned some bloody elbows, a plethora of bruises, and a dull ache of soreness all over. That seemed to be the extent of it, though, and both were breathing sighs of relief when they came to that conclusion. A few days later, Michael was quickly rethinking that analysis. As he watched the other with hawk eyes, he noticed small behavioral differences - Jeremy was shakier, he seemed more out of it and tired, and when you looked closely enough, you could even see the size differences in Jeremy’s pupils. The last fact was what sent Michael into panic. The boy wasn’t stupid, he knew the obvious signs of a concussion. A concussion is a big deal - if not properly treated, it could lead to serious permanent damage and even death in extreme cases. The second the bell rang to signify the end of class, the boy shot up, rushing over to his boyfriends seat in record time. “Get up.” He ordered gently, hoisting Jeremy’s bag up from the ground and beginning to shove things into it. “We’re going to the nurse, okay? I’ll guide you, if you need.” “What…?” Jeremy’s reply was slow, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tried to work out the meaning behind the others words. “Why the nurse…? A-Are you hurt?!?!”“No, no.” Michael reassured quickly, patting the others hand and pressing a few quick kisses to the side of his head. He ignored some stares from the other students as he slung one backpack over each of his shoulders, reaching down and gently guiding the other up and out of his seat. He kept a protective arm around him as he continued to talk, guiding the precious cargo out of the classroom. “Remember when you hit your head? I think you have a concussion.” He informed softly, not wanting to bring attention to them that Jeremy probably wouldn’t like. “W…Why would you think that…?” Jeremy murmured, voice sleepy and thicker than usual. “I don’t feel like I’m acting…w-weird…”“Jeremy.” Michael cut off, voice gentle and loving like usual, with absolutely no bite or bark to it. “What day is it right now? Date and day of the week.”“It’s…it’s Thursday. Thursday the 12th of November.”Michael bit his lip, now moving faster than before. “No, baby. It’s Tuesday. The 7th of November. You’re completely wrong. That’s a massive sign of brain trauma - let’s get you to the nurses, okay? She’ll know what to do from there.”Jeremy fell quiet, no longer having the energy to fight back against the accusations. He allowed himself to be guided into the nurses office, Michael gently pushing him on to one of the beds and cooing to him as he waited for the nurse. “Michael…?” He asked softly, looking up into the others eyes. The smaller smiled affectionately, cupping Jeremy’s face and pressing kisses to his nose and mouth. “Yes, honey?”“You’re not…mad at me for falling and getting hurt, right?”Michael scrunched his nose up in disgust at the notion. “That’s literally not possible, bro. If anything, this shit was my fault - not yours. I said we should go to the playground. I’m sorry.” He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. Jeremy let out a soft sigh, shaking his head and quickly murmuring “it wasn’t your fault” moments before the nurse walked in. Jeremy was immediately taken to the hospital, where he was told he had a concussion and given immediate treatment. He was told to stay away from phones and screens of any kind, and no tests or homework for a few weeks. During that time, Michael stayed even closer to Jeremy than normal, determined to help his lover healed as soon as he could. He carried his partners books, did homework assignments secretly so he wouldn’t have as much to catch up on, and other things of the like. He wasn’t going to let his baby go through things like this alone, that’s for sure.

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(Anon for Insecure Mike here) I sent you another message, but I think Tumblr eat it :(... Anyway, I have another request for Marvey: Mike finally moving on from skinny ties to wider ties causing all the men and women wants him, which led to Harvey's possessive side to crawl up and Harvey asking Mike to move back to skinny ties (I'm a sucker for possessive/fluffy Harvey) -Z (I'll just sign as Z from now so that you know it's me hahaha)

I didn’t get your message which sucks but I’m glad you’re back! Here is your request 

Harvey has spent hours lecturing Mike on the advantage ofthe wider tie, even going so far as to use detailed step-by-stepdemonstrations, just in case Mike wasn’t aware of how to correctly use one. Butno matter how long he spends lecturing Mike, he still wears those awful skinnyties.

Harvey has given him the same speech: you’re an extension of me and Harvey Specter would never wear skinnyties. And at the end of every speech, Mike would just roll his eyes andthen spend the rest of the afternoon emailing Harvey pictures of newly-boughtskinny ties. He wants to tell him that this is highly unprofessional but he canjust imagine Mike’s soft puppy eyes and Harvey (if asked he’d deny it) is sovery weak to them. Besides, he knows that Mike spends hours trying to come upwith original tie based puns and he wouldn’t want to be the one who ruinsMike’s day and dreams.

They both know that the lectures and the speeches havebecome part of their lives. They don’t mean anything. Harvey knows that Mikeisn’t going to take any of it seriously and he doesn’t think that Mike would goout, buy and wear wider ties.

Boy, was he wrong.

***

He doesn’t notice it straightaway. Mike is sitting atHarvey’s desk, spinning around like a child.Harvey is watching him from the hallway, fighting the urge to go in and giveMike one of his ‘stop being a child’ looks, but he can’t. Mike looks so happy.His chest swells with something akin to affection and he can’t stop himselffrom smiling at his associate’s actions.

But there’s something off. Something that isn’t quite right.

He waits until Mike has stopped having his childish momentand then he observes. He’s wearing the herringbone suit that Harvey bought himfor their first anniversary, every cut seems to hug at his body. It sharpensevery edge of Mike’s body and Harvey is extremely happy that Renee is a genius.He isn’t wearing the waistcoat because I’mnot an English gentleman, Harvey and he can’t be mad at him, not really.Mike looks good with or without the waistcoat but without it, the skinny tiehe’s normally wearing would be the first thing that people would notice.

When Harvey looks at the tie, expecting it to be one of thetacky ones, he suddenly realises what’s not right. Mike is wearing a wider tie,one of Harvey’s own and there is a flare of possessiveness within him. The factthat Mike is wearing something of Harvey’s, that he’s showing the world ofHarvey’s ownership, means so much to him. The tie makes him look older somehow,more professional. Harvey can feel his blood travelling south at the image ofMike in his tie and he must look away and take a few deep breaths.

When he has himself under control, he grabs the file sittingon Donna’s desk and walks into his office, head bowed to read the file. “I seeyou’re sitting at my desk. What have I said about that Michael?”

“You’ve said a lot of things. I don’t always listen to allof it.” He gets up from the chair, kisses Harvey’s cheek. “I missed you thismorning. You didn’t say you were coming in early. I had to get ready withoutyou.”

“Speaking of which, is that my tie?”

Mike’s hands automatically go to grab the tie, he looks downat the material and smiles. “Yeah sorry. I just thought it was time for achange.” He looks at Harvey, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “What do youthink?”

He wants to take Mike home and show him exactly what Harveythinks. He wants to pull at the tie until Mike’s lips meet his own. he wants totake every item of clothing off Mike, take the tie and use it as a makeshiftblindfold and then spend hours bringing him to the edge with the use of hisfingers and mouth. He can’t do that though, not right now at least. He takes astep back to admire Mike in all his glory. He looks him up and down, slow andsteady because he knows what it does to Mike. When he does eventually meetMike’s eyes, he takes a step forward, grabs at the lapels of his suit jacketand leans into him. He kisses underneath Mike’s ear. “I like it. it suits you.”He takes a step back and watches as Mike tries to get himself under control.“As much as I like seeing you wearing my tie,why the sudden change of heart?”

Mike inhales, attempts to straighten out his suit jacket.“You always tell me to stop wearing my other ties so I thought I’d actuallylisten to you.”

He arches his eyebrow. “We’ll go see Renee for a few of yourown.”

***

It’s when they walk through the building to go to lunch whenHarvey notices the extra attention that Mike seems to be getting. It isn’tobvious, at least not to Mike but it is to Harvey. The associates, both maleand female, seem to need to touch Mike all the time. Their touches seem tolinger a little too long and they only seem to let him go when Harvey givesthem his predator look. Each of them seem to have a question for Mike, each onemore stupid than the last but Mike smiles and answers each question withenthusiasm and fervour. Harvey gently pushes him into the elevator before theassociates can come up with any more stupid questions. He needs to beprofessional, so he can’t push him up against the wall and devour his mouth. Hecan’t take him apart with his hands so instead, he lets his hand grab at Mike’sown, twining their fingers. Mike looks at him with the biggest smile on hisface and that swelling in his chest is back with a vengeance.

***

They walk out of the building hand in hand. Harvey iswatching as people are giving his partner a onceover and he feels so lucky tobe the one to take him home. He can feel that little twinge of the possessivemonster within him when they stare a little too long, but he knows that Mikebelongs only to him.

Mike gets their lunch, staring up at the hot dog guy with asmile on his face. Harvey lets Mike pass the food to him while he fishes forcash in the pocket. He passes the money over but the guy shakes his head, tellshim that it’s on the house for such ahandsome young guy. He watches as Mike blushes at the compliment and themonster within twitches.

***

When they go back to work, Harvey is quick to drag Mike intohis office with a hand on his lower back. He ignores Mike’s attempts at halfstuttered excuses, points to the sofa and waits until Mike takes the hint.

“You don’t have to supervise me Harvey. I’m not a child.”

And oh, how Harvey wants to argue that in fact Mike is achild and him spinning in Harvey’s office chair is evidence enough. But he doesn’t.“I know. But I don’t trust those people in the bullpen not to have their waywith you.”

Mike gasps. “Are you jealousHarvey?”

He scoffs. “Harvey Specter doesn’t get jealous. I just wantto keep you close right now. Is that such a bad thing?”

Mike gives him ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “Riiiiight.” Hegrabs the file and begins highlighting. “Whatever you say Harvey.”

***

He doesn’t bring it up until they’re at home and the scentof the workplace has been washed from their skin. The rest of the work day hadbeen spent in relative silence. Mike had been pouring all his attention inproofing briefs while Harvey had spent the time thinking about how he was goingto bring up the issue with Mike.

“Mike?” They’re cuddled on the sofa, Mike’s head on hischest while Harvey’s arm is wrapped around him. Some baseball game is playingon the t.v but he hasn’t been paying attention because he’s been too focused onthe situation at hand. There is a small mumble from Mike. “I prefer you inskinny ties.”

Mike is quick to sit up at that. There is a look of shockplastered on his face. “Who are you and what have you done with the real HarveySpecter?”

He sighs. “I know it goes against everything I believe, butthe skinny ties look good on you.” He looks down at their joined hands. “They’rea symbol of you Mike.”

Mike lifts his chin so that they’re looking into eachother’s eyes. “Is this because of all the extra attention?” He rubs soothingcircles into Harvey’s hand. “You’re the only one for me and no amount ofattention is going to change that.” He laughs. “You know that whenever youlecture me on my skinny ties, I’m gonna be reminding you of today right?”

Harvey smiles. “Does this mean you’re going back to theskinny ties?” Mike nods. “Good. I promise I won’t lecture you.”

“Don’t promise things that you can’t keep to Harvey.”

***

If the next day Harvey spends hours purchasing an array ofskinny ties, well, that’s only between him and Mike.

This was really fun to write and I hope you like it. 

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