#mychael x reader

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What do you think? 🤭💙✨️

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The sillies

[nikipuff]

Mychael's birthday was a day ago, so could you possibly write something fluffy about MC figuring out about it after the fact and rushing to make it special? Like they bake him a cake despite not being to good at baking 😭

Okay . . . so here's the thing: its fluffy, depressing, then kinda fluffy with hurt/comfort. I'm also trying something new with dividers, sooo-

A Birthday with Mychael

“What’s this, firefly?”

Mychael poked the cone-shaped thing on his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You giggled, putting one of your own on yourself. 

“A party hat! Yesterday was your birthday, right?” Mychael nodded at your question, adjusting the party hat on his head so his horns could still show. Noticing this, you moved, brushing some hair off his face. “Thanks . . . “ He chuckled, a faint blush starting to dust his cheeks. 

Placing a hand over his eyes, you grabbed a plate and sat it in front of him. You had spent hours making the cake, perfecting every detail, and it looked-

“Is this supposed to be . . . cake?” Mychael grimaced at the sight of the burnt food, nervously chucking as he met your eyes. Noting your pouting face, he became panicked, his hand darting to his fork as he shoved a bite in his mouth.

Nearly gagging at the taste, Mychael managed a weak smile, giving you a trembling thumbs up. 

You clapped your hands together, grinning widely as you continued to watch him eat your masterpiece. After a few minutes of watching him desperately try not to vomit, he set down his silverware and looked at you.

“ . . . Thanks.” He looked down, a small smile on his face.

“What for?” You tilted your head, confused.

“I . . . I haven’t celebrated my birthday with someone else in years . . . Actually, I can’t remember the last time I celebrated it at all . . .”

His face fell, hands clenching in his lap as he tried to keep himself composed, trying to keep away the fact that this little gesture from you could cause him to crumble. 

Your hands took his own, lightly kissing his forehead. A gasp was heard as he felt it, yet made no move to get out of your hold on him. 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to celebrate it next year too.”

Mychael glanced up at you, hope lighting up in his eyes.

“You’re staying?”

“Of course I am.”

[talkbycolor]

mushroom oasis headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; im very sensitive about mychael too, oops

Pairing; "Mychael" x GN!Reader

CW; idk alien sex (jk) / this is actually cute, dont worry

Mychael as your boyfriend.

I just know that he likes to listen to ABBA with you and dance in the mornings when making breakfast or at night before going to sleep.

He purrs at bedtime, especially if you pet his hair.

You can caress his horns, they are softer than they look but also sensitive, be delicate

After a while of relationship, he could no longer avoid the growing guilt he felt and told you about the mushrooms in the forest and the brainwashing he did to you at the beginning.

Definitely identifies with Roar's "Christmas Kids" song.

Be thankful he doesn't have an internet connection or he'd make Deez Nuts cringe jokes.

He is the perfect person for fairycore, you have already begged him to do makeup together, even though he didn't need any of that.

He likes to feel safe, silly and childish with you, having learned to take care of himself since… well, always, it was a drain on the soul. what a relief to his heart to be able to be childish with you, like a break.

He still has certain self-esteem problems, his eyes always dilate when you say nice things about him (or when he's about to jump and attack ((kiss you)))

It's not like Mychael is an uncivilized being, but you've taken the time to teach him several things on dates you've had, things that perhaps he didn't know due to his isolation from society.

You're actually a little scared of what could happen if they discover Mychael's existence, so if you live together it will be in the forest.

Sometimes he is selfish and brainwashes you when he wants more kisses or just feels too needy to let you go out with your friends.

For him there is no such thing as breaking up, he will beg you for answers and ask countless times what the problem is or what you want him to change, as a last resort he would brainwash you so that you stay by his side, even if it's like a shell.

"They were 20 and decided to end their life just like this. They went up to the 21st floor and left without saying "goodbye." I wonder if when they were flying through the air they remembered… ..I once told him if you kill yourself I'm gonna kill myself too!" Basically Mychael not being able to continue with his life alone once he meets MC, if you leave, so does he.

The first time you had sex, bro, Mychael almost had to be chained up, he acted like a spoiled kid when he tried his new favorite candy.

Mychael composes songs for MC, he will even try to get new instruments, new talents, anything to entertain his firefly and have them stay in the forest with him.

Is the kind of old-fashioned sculpted lover, don't doubt that you will look like a 60-year-old couple with 3 chickens and a dog, your wish is his command. If you can't go out to eat at an elegant restaurant, he will get a recipe book to prepare the best dishes and put candles on the table. If you don't have new clothes, he will knit what you like. If you don't like the color of the cabin, he will paint everything as many times as necessary.

Physically? Mychael will never hurt you, using guilt as manipulation is not to his liking either, he loves you too much so he will only wash your brain to have a perfect life by your side, don't worry, you are safe from the world and you will have healing caresses every night , even if it is not today, if it is not tomorrow, you will learn to need it on your own and stay at will.

Mychael is terrified of people, the opinion of the masses made him think of himself as a monster and he can't help but blurt out little comments mocking his own appearance. Being with you makes him forget what he is. Why was he surprised? Because you didn't look away.

His saliva is a little salty and something tells me that he produces goo when he is excited, trust me (delulu)

♡

[jasmine-omni-bi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️

[prettypuff]

Little Mushroom Boy…

in which: you’ve shown mychael the wonders of technology!! pairing: mychael x reader

[sweet1hxney]

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 )The idea stays in my mind, thinking a little and drawing MR!Mychael, I thought about his role as a yandere.

I have the idea that by already having affection for MC, just like Mychael, he will develop attachment to MC, but with the difference that he could be a little more possessive.

He is somewhat reluctant to even think of another way other than defense, but MC makes him feel warm, too much... Maybe he doesn't want you to go away from him, he is very suspicious of this new feeling, to the point that he becomes a little more violent in keeping you by his side, after all, he can no longer manipulate you, he must opt for other methods, perhaps not as effective.

Traducción:

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 ) La idea se queda en mi mente, un poco pensando y dibujando a MR!Mychael, pensé en su rol como yandere.

Tengo la idea que al ya tener cariño a MC, igual a Mychael, desarrollará apego a MC, pero con la diferencia de que podría ser un poco más posesivo.

Es algo reacio ya en siquiera pensar en otra manera que no sea en defensa, pero MC lo hace sentir cálido, demasiado... Quizás no quiera que se aleje de él, sospecha mucho de ese nuevo sentimiento, al punto de que se vuelva un poco más violento en mantenerte a su lado, después de todo, ya no puede manipularte, debe optar por otros métodos, quizás no tan eficaces

[kanasbinwriting]

Any Mychael hcs?? :)

GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS

Thank you so much for your request ^^!!! I hope you don't mind me writing dating headcanons for Mychael :>

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- I LOVE HIM SM AHHHHHHH

- He's insecure af, as we know, so it'll take him long to believe that you don't see him as a monster

- But the moment he slowly begins to believe your honey smeared words? Oh, he's going to be absolutely smitten with you

- Do you remember the flower field where he took the MC? This is your date spot now and I won't be persuaded otherwise

- You either stargaze, have a picnic or just look at the clouds as the butterflies surround you two

- You two would make flowercrowns together, idc if you don't know how to make them. He'll gladly try to teach you

- He adores preparing little snacks and drinks for the picnic date with you

- He always hums a happy tune as he makes the snacks

- He'd undeniably enjoy morning strolls with you

- Imagine holding his hand as you two walk around in the woods. He might even hum a little tune as you do

- He was definitely nervous at your first official date

- He read tons of books about romance after he discovered his feelings for you

- He also read the most traumatising and disturbing things he's ever read

- But it's worth it if it meant that you'll be happy

- He loves listening to you talking about your interests

- He doesn't really initiate physical touch at first

- But if physical touch is your love language, he'd start to initiate it more often

- He follows you around everywhere you go when you're at his place

- He gets very flustered when you give him quick surprise kisses or hugs

- But he'll quickly ease into your touch

- He LOVES playing those no WiFi games on your phone

- RIP your phone storage, it'll be greatly missed

- He enjoys getting kisses all over his face and could spent forever in your embrace

- His love language is definitely receiving words of affirmation

- He'd definitely gift you random leaves and tell you that they reminded him of you

- They're really pretty ones though

- I think one of his love languages is also acts of service

- He just adores taking care of you

- He would love to cook with you, in a sense that you're sitting at the dining table and give the food a taste and clean the cutlery he used

- yummy

- If you tell him about your favourite food or snack, he'd always have it or at least have the ingredients ready in case you suddenly crave it

- He's definitely a morning person

- It took him SO long to share his bed with you

- If you two are sharing a bed and cuddling, he would be hesitant to leave your side, but will eventually since he wants to prepare breakfast and tend to his chickens

- He loves seeing you hanging out with his chickens and taking care of them

- They are sort of his family after all

- He'd definitely love to share one of his hobbies with you. May it be knitting or gardening, he'd be more than happy to teach you

- But he'd also enjoy just having you sit next to him as you do your own thing

- I don't think he's someone who would begin to fight over something small

- If it does happen, he would quickly apologize

- He gets pretty coy when he realises that you want to start a silly argument with him that leads to nowhere and doesn't even make sense

- If you two get into a big fight he'd definitely snap quickly, but he's quickly apologising

- He cools down pretty quickly when he gets mad, but he feels very awkward after and isn't very good when it comes to talking it out

- I do think that he gets jealous of others to a certain extent due to his insecurities

- However, I don't think he would act out of order to a certain extent

- Hypnosis can fix many things after all

- If you ever feel down, he'd wrap you up in a burrito blanket, make you tea and just cuddle you

- He doesn't know shit about comforting others, but he's a great listener

- He'd probably try to distract you with whatever comes in mind, wherever it be with food or just cuddling he's at your service

- If he feels down, he just wants to be near you in silence

- If you're mentally ill he'd probably start to bomb you with questions

- Of course, he would back down when you tell him to, but he'd be confused at first

- He's a great listener though, as I mentioned, and would do his best to learn about your issues

- Same thing goes for when you're chronically ill

- If you have a hobby you can practice at his place, he'd be ecstatic to watch you and maybe even join you in your activities

- He almost shed a tear when you made/bought him a cake for his birthday

- And when you gave him gifts? He was so delighted that he couldn't stop smiling like a goof

- He wouldn't have a dramatic reaction when you give him pet names

- I think he'd enjoy most pet names that start with the word "my", for example "My love, my dearest, my dear, etc..."

- When you two cuddle, I think he would enjoy facing you and having your limbs tangled together as you cuddle

- He purrs every time

- He could've sworn that he almost died due to his embarrassment when you told him about his purring habit

[charxjokers09]

okay, I should have posted this little sketch of Mychael a lot sooner but... literally artistic block hit me hard... too hard to be honest... I've seen some of the drawings from some of the artists on tumblr for Valentine's Day and our beautiful mushroom's birthday, and the truth is I'm impressed by how much talent there is here on this page called tumblr, it's incredible how they make tremendous art including the art of the creator of mushroom oasis, have a nice night, my supposed 15 days of vacation are almost here hahahahaha.

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

Caged

Character: Mychael from Mushroom Oasis

Summary: At what point does a house become a prison, and at what point did his kindness start to feel stifling?

Warnings: yandere character; descriptions of violence; imprisonment;

  The fire crackles softly in the fireplace as you observe him in near complete stillness. Sitting quietly on the floor, right in front of the source of warmth, he diligently works away at a knitting project from wool he made sure to be all your favorite colors. A heavy silence hangs over the room.

  And your contempt for him is as palpable as the sharp pain in your mangled leg.

  You wish things hadn't ended up like this, and you have a feeling that he felt the same, but you were also long over feeling sorry for him. It's his fault.

  Well. Maybe it had been your fault too, in some ways. Maybe if you hadn't blindly ventured into the woods, maybe if you had been firm in leaving as soon as you were conscious and able to move again, maybe if you had just called him a monster right from the start; maybe then you wouldn't have walked straight into this cage.

  He steals a quick glance at you, only to just as quickly go back to pretending that his focus was only on his knitting needles. You clutch the hem of your sweater, one he had made for you, as a thought passed through you that perhaps you should have used them as a weapon when you had the chance. No way he's going to leave anything sharp near you now.

  His tail flicks to the side and he heaves a sigh. "Are you hungry?" He tentatively asks, slightly nervous and unsure. But you stay quiet. You're sure he can feel your searing gaze on him, his ears drooping as if in response to your lack of an answer. It's not the first time he asked you that in the past few... Hours? It feels like it's been hours.

  After a moment, you actually decide to do him the favor to speak up.

  "I want to leave." You simply state. His ears move again, this time twitching in discomfort. It's not the answer he wanted from you.

  The tone he uses holds a bit of disdain. "You saw what happened when you did, so no." He then stands up, making sure to leave both the unfinished project and its respective needles far away from the bed you laid in, and starts heading towards the kitchen. Only to stop at the doorway.

  You catch yet another glimpse from him, and though you forced yourself to look away immediately, his posture softened. "I know you're hungry. I'll make you something you'll like, I promise!" He smiles at you.

  And you turn over to lay facing the wall.

  Another sigh escapes him, and you hear the sound of his footsteps disappear into the kitchen. But you stay unmoving, despite the tears welling up in your eyes.

  You want to go home.

  And your leg hurts. It still hasn't properly healed from the incident.

  As you think back on your last and only escape attempt, the pain only gets worse. You had grown suspicious of his behaviour, thinking that it was strange how much he insisted on you staying, how much he refused to elaborate how you had gotten here in the first place. Sure, he had been nothing but kind and hospitable towards you, but why? Why does he act like you have no reason to go back to your life?

  And so, with the accumulating suspicion and discomfort, you decided to run in the middle of the night. A terrible idea, all things considered, since you ended up lost in the middle of the dark woods and stuck in place by a bear trap to the leg.

  Your absence must have awoken him, but your screams certainly led him to you.

  He was in about as much distress as you, rushing to your side and immediately getting to freeing you from the trap, all the while scrambling over mortified ramblings of worry and disappointment over you not trusting him. You didn't even have the energy to fight back as he carried you all the way back to his cabin, while frantically muttering under his breath about how you'll never leave through that door ever again.

  The pleasant smell of his cooking suddenly snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. You recognize the smell in annoyance, quickly realising that he's indeed making something you'll like.

  "Firefly?" You nearly jump out of bed at him calling you by the usual nickname, caught off guard by how you hadn't heard him make his way to now stand right to the side of the bed.

  You finally make the mistake of making eye contact. And your head starts to feel f u z z y.

  "Everything is going to be alright." He immediately leans into you, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You don't need to worry about anything." It doesn't stop you from getting lost in his strangely glowy gaze however, as you suddenly find yourself weirdly... Tempted to agree with him.

  A look of guilt passes through him. It doesn't last.

  "I'll take good care of you."

[msriri030]

A River of Uncalled Memories

Dad! Mycheal x Mom! reader

CW: light angst, bittersweet ending Masterlist

Wake up. Wake up. Remember. Wak—

“MAMA! WAKE UP~!”

Your two-year-old’s cheerful yell broke through the fog of sleep. Before you could fully register her voice, she added, “RAWR!”

Grinning to yourself, you decided to surprise her. In one swift motion, you pulled the blanket over both of you, engulfing her in a cozy cocoon.

“AH!” she squealed in mock fright, her laughter filling the room moments later.

Her tiny body wriggled under the covers, nuzzling against you, her small green nose pressing into your cheek. Soft, contented purring followed, a sound so precious it made your heart swell with warmth.

You gently brushed her golden locks away from her face, revealing her wide, sparkling eyes. Her joy was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile tenderly at her.

“Good morning, my little dinosaur,” you teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She giggled again, her chubby hands pawing at your face. “Rawr!” she replied, her tiny voice full of excitement.

Before you could respond, the blanket lifted, uncovering the both of you. Standing above you was your husband, Mychael, his warm smile softening his sharp features. To him, you were his heart, and Michelle—your spirited daughter—was his entire world.

“Michelle,” he said in a mock-scolding tone, crouching to her level, “didn’t I tell you to wake up your mom nicely?”

Michelle giggled, hiding behind you playfully. “I did!” she protested.

Mychael chuckled before turning his attention to you. “Good morning, love,” he said softly. “I made breakfast—and sandwiches for our picnic.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and gently cupped your face, covering Michelle’s eyes with his free hand. “No peeking, little dinosaur,” he teased, before capturing your lips in a warm, lingering kiss.

For a brief moment, everything felt perfect—the laughter, the love, the warmth of your family.

Then, like a crack splitting the perfect moment, a sharp voice echoed in your mind:

Stay away from him. He is a monster. Remember.

You flinched, groaning in pain as your head throbbed suddenly. Instinctively, you reached up to rub your temples.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mychael asked, his voice laced with concern as he steadied you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder.

Michelle, ever perceptive, crawled into your lap, her tiny hands gripping your arms tightly. “Mama?” she whispered, her wide, tear-filled eyes looking up at you with worry.

You forced a weak smile, trying to shake off the voice echoing in your head and the dull ache spreading across your temples. “I’m fine,” you reassured them softly, though your heart raced with unease. “Just a little headache. Maybe we should eat some breakfast, and I’ll feel better.”

Mychael studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp and assessing. “Are you sure? We can cancel the trip tomorrow if you’re not feeling well—”

“NO~!” Michelle’s loud, heartbroken wail interrupted him. Her little tail, a smaller version of Mychael’s, uncoiled from her waist and thumped lightly against the blankets as she pouted dramatically.

Mychael’s lips thinned as he glanced at her, clearly annoyed but struggling to stay patient. He sighed and stood up, his arms crossing as her tail flicked again. “Michelle, the river will still be there tomorrow. Okay, sweetie pie?”

Michelle’s big eyes glistened as her lip trembled. Tears began to spill over, and she sniffled loudly. The sight of her disappointment hit both of you like a ton of bricks.

Mychael’s pointed ears drooped slightly, a clear sign that he was losing the battle against her tears. She was his princess, his everything, and seeing her upset tugged at every fiber of his being.

You looked at him, your own heart aching for your little girl. Mychael’s expression softened as he met your gaze, clearly torn.

“No, it’s okay,” you said gently, giving him a reassuring smile. “You promised her this trip for a while now. She’s been looking forward to it. I’ll be fine. Really.”

Mychael hesitated, his golden eyes flickering between you and Michelle, who was now clutching your arm with a pitiful look on her face. Finally, he sighed deeply, his ears perking up slightly as he gave a reluctant nod.

“Alright,” he said, his voice low and tender as he crouched to scoop Michelle into his arms. “But if you feel worse later, we'll come right back home. No arguments.”

Michelle immediately perked up, her tears vanishing as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. “Yay! Thank you, Papa!” she squealed, her tail wagging happily behind her.

Mychael smiled faintly and kissed the top of her head. “Anything for my little princess,” he murmured.

You watched the two of them, your heart warming at the sight. Still, the voice from earlier lingered in the back of your mind, like a shadow you couldn’t quite shake. Stay away from him. He is a monster. Remember.

What did it mean? What is it that you can't remember?

After a delightful breakfast of pancakes and wild berries from Mychael’s recent hunting trip, you helped Michelle into her outfit for the day. Slipping the dress over her, you smiled as she adjusted the red fabric with its white polka-dotted puff skirt. The matching cap perched atop her golden curls was a perfect finishing touch, reminiscent of her father’s style.

“Daddy, look! I’m a princess!” Michelle declared excitedly, twirling in place to show off her outfit. Her giggles filled the room as the skirt flared out with each spin.

Mychael, who was busy packing the picnic basket, glanced up and smiled warmly at his little girl. “You’re not just a princess,” he said, crouching down to her level, “you’re the queen of the whole forest.”

Michelle beamed, her tiny hands clutching her skirt as she dashed to Mychael, throwing her arms around his neck. He chuckled, lifting her effortlessly, and the sight warmed your heart. There was something so natural, so comforting, about the bond they shared.

Carrying Michelle in one arm and the picnic basket in the other, Mychael turned to you with a soft smile. “Ready to go, firefly?”

“Yeah, love,” you replied with a giggle, leaning in to kiss him. He returned it warmly, his lips lingering just a moment longer before pulling back. With a nod, he handed you the smaller basket and gently placed Michelle in your arms before securing his crossbow over his shoulder.

Grabbing the larger basket and your hand, Mychael began to lead the way down the familiar forest path toward the river. The late morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light across the forest floor.

As you walked for a few minutes, Mychael’s sharp gaze scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, he froze, hearing something in the bushes. His body tensed as he swiftly raised his crossbow, his movements silent and precise. You instinctively clutched Michelle closer, heart racing, until a small rabbit scurried across the path ahead.

Michelle’s eyes lit up with wonder as she pointed. “Look, Mama! It’s a bunny!” she squealed with delight, her voice echoing through the trees.

You burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment, your nerves dissolving. Mychael lowered his crossbow, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Not funny,” he muttered, pouting as you and Michelle giggled together.

Despite the lighthearted moment, you knew Mychael’s cautious nature wasn’t misplaced. He was always on edge, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as if anticipating danger, as though some unseen threat loomed nearby.

You tried to remember why he was like this—how you had met him, what had shaped his unyielding vigilance—but your mind felt foggy, shrouded in a mist that refused to lift. No matter how hard you tried, the memories remained just out of reach, slipping through your grasp like water through your fingers.

I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember?

Michelle’s joyful laughter broke through your restless thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blinked, refocusing on the scene ahead. Mychael gave your hand a firm, reassuring squeeze, his quiet warmth grounding you in the here and now. Whatever his secrets were, for now, this was enough.

Ahead of you, the river slowly came into view, its crystal-clear waters glinting under the sunlight. This place held a special meaning for the two of you—a haven, a slice of peace in an otherwise chaotic world.

After setting Michelle down, you watched her run ahead to the meadow, twirling in delight as she chased a butterfly. Her golden curls bounced with every movement, and her giggles filled the air, light and carefree. She paused for a moment, turning to make sure you were watching, her wide eyes brimming with happiness.

You smiled warmly, nodding to her before settling down on the riverbank with Mychael. He sat behind you, pulling you close to rest against his broad chest. His arms encircled you protectively as he buried his face in your hair, purring softly—a comforting sound you’d come to associate with safety and love.

You sighed contentedly, leaning into his warmth as his hand gently traced idle patterns on your arm. “You’re so tense,” you murmured, tilting your head to look up at him.

He smiled faintly, his lips brushing against your temple. “I’m always tense,” he replied, his voice low and soft, though his gaze was still scanning the forest around you.

“It’s just us here,” you whispered, placing a hand over his heart. “You don’t have to worry right now.”

For a moment, he seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening as he let out a quiet sigh. “I’ll always worry,” he admitted. “But you and Michelle… you make it worth it.”

Your heart ached at his words, a mixture of warmth and that lingering unease. You wanted to ask him about the fog in your memories, about the past you couldn’t recall, but the way he held you—the way he seemed to need this moment—made you hesitate.

Instead, you turned your gaze back to Michelle, watching her spin and laugh in the meadow, the sunlight casting a golden halo around her. You leaned further into Mychael’s embrace, closing your eyes for just a moment.

Here, by the river, surrounded by love and laughter, it was easy to forget the questions. For now, this was enough.

After an hour of laughter and crafting flower crowns with Michelle, the peaceful atmosphere shifted. Mychael’s ears shot up sharply, fully alert, swiveling toward the forest. His entire posture changed—tense and ready, like a predator sensing danger. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he stood, his hand gripping the crossbow slung over his shoulder.

You immediately noticed his reaction, your heart leaping in response. Michelle seemed to sense the tension too, quickly clambering into your arms. Her tiny hands clung to you tightly, and she buried her face against your neck, nuzzling close as though seeking safety from an unseen threat.

“Mychael?” you called softly, your voice trembling as you turned your head to follow his gaze. The forest seemed darker now, shadows creeping along the edges of the clearing. A figure was moving closer, their outline barely distinguishable through the trees.

“We should head home,” you whispered, clutching Michelle tighter as your heart pounded against your ribs. You began to step back, eyes darting toward the path that led back to safety, mapping the quickest route in your mind.

Mychael shifted his weight, his tail swaying side to side in that unnerving, feline-like way he did when he was preparing for a confrontation. His crossbow was in his hands now, the string taut, ready to fire. He didn’t take his eyes off the figure, his body coiled like a spring.

“M-Mychael,” you stammered, leaning toward him, your voice barely above a whisper. “It could be a lost hiker or—”

“Maybe,” he cut you off, his voice low and cold. “Or it could be someone looking for trouble.”

The figure stopped just at the edge of the clearing, their face obscured by the shade of the trees. A suffocating silence fell over the meadow, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the steady pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

“Stay behind me,” Mychael commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, clutching Michelle protectively as your instincts screamed at you to flee. But you stayed, frozen in place, your eyes locked on the mysterious figure as they took a slow, deliberate step forward.

"(Y/N), is that you?" the figure called out, stepping hesitantly from the shadows. Their voice carried a mix of shock and relief. As they stepped into the light, you could see a young adult with tan skin, a side ponytail, and a golden retriever trotting faithfully by their side. The dog wagged its tail, seemingly thrilled to see you.

You clutched Michelle tighter, your heart pounding as you tried to place the stranger’s face. No matter how hard you searched your memory, nothing surfaced. The harder you tried, the more your headache, as though something inside was resisting you.

Remember. 

The person’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? (Y/N), it’s me—your neighbor, Vida. Don’t tell me you don’t remember Laika?” They gestured toward the golden retriever, who barked happily, tail thumping against the ground as if waiting for your recognition. Vida’s expression shifted from confusion to worry. “You’ve been missing for months…”

Their words hit you like a bolt of lightning. Missing? Months? You felt your chest tighten as an ache bloomed behind your eyes. You held Michelle closer, her small arms wrapping tightly around your neck as if she, too, could feel the tension in the air.

“I... I don’t know you,” you stammered, your voice trembling. A sharp, pounding pain erupted in your head, forcing you to close your eyes and rub your temple. “I’ve never seen you before.”

Vida took a cautious step closer, raising their hands in a gesture of peace. “Wait, you really don’t remember? Not me? Not Laika? Nothing?” They glanced at Mychael, their expression shifting to one of subtle horror as their eyes fell on his tense posture and the crossbow in his hands. Their suspicion was clear.

“What about Waffles? Your cat?” Vida’s voice softened, almost pleading. “You went out looking for her the night you disappeared. Don’t you remember that?”

“Waffles…” The name struck a chord deep within you, unlocking something raw and painful. Tears welled in your eyes without warning, your chest tightening as fragments of emotion: sadness and anger—flashes of something familiar—threatened to rise. You couldn’t grasp them fully, but the name carried weight, an echo of something important.

Your breath hitched as you unconsciously began to cry. “Mama?” Michelle’s small, worried voice broke through your haze, her tiny hands tugging at your collar as she looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.

The world around you spun, the forest tilting and narrowing as panic wrapped its icy fingers around your throat. Your breathing quickened, shallow and erratic, as you tried to make sense of it all. Memories like photo paint picture, like you falling into a river after argument about go home with Mychael since you could find your cat, waffles.

What did he do to me?

“Whoever you are,” Mychael growled, his voice sharp and protective, “you’ve made a mistake. Leave. Now.” His tail flicked aggressively, and his ears flattened against his head as he glared at Vida.

“Made a mistake?” Vida snapped, their voice rising. “I know her! She’s my neighbor, my friend! Something’s wrong here—why is she out here with you? What the hell did you do to her, monster!?”

Mychael bared his teeth, a faint hiss escaping his lips. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the crossbow. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coldly, his body shifting to block Vida’s view of you and Michelle.

“Shut up!” you suddenly shouted, your voice breaking. You stood despite the trembling in your legs, clutching Michelle tightly as you fought the storm inside your mind. “Both of you, just shut up!”

The weight of the situation crushed you, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world was collapsing in on itself. Both Mychael and Vida froze, their arguments dying on their tongues as they turned their focus to you.

Tears streaked down your face as memories flooded into mind. You gasped for air, trying desperately to regain control. Michelle buried her face in your shoulder, her soft cries muffled against your neck. You held her tighter, trying to ground yourself even as your knees threatened to give out. 

“I… I just need to think,” you whispered shakily, glancing between Vida and Mychael. “Please. Stop fighting.”

“(Y/N)...” Vida’s voice was soft, pleading, as they took a tentative step closer.

Mychael immediately raised his crossbow, the tip aimed squarely at Vida’s neck. His body was rigid, his stance unwavering, and his piercing glare made it clear that one wrong move would end poorly.

Michelle whimpered in your arms, her small cries muffled against your shoulder as you tried to soothe her, your hand rubbing small circles on her back. But anger boiled inside you, raw and uncontrollable, the panic twisting into something sharper.

You glared at Vida, your voice trembling but firm. “Vida, is it? Get the fuck out of here. Now. I don’t want to see you again. Do you understand me!?”

Vida froze, their expression flickering between shock, anger, and disbelief. For a moment, it seemed like they might argue, their fists clenching at their sides. But then they took a shaky breath, casting one last, sorrowful look your way.

“Fine,” they muttered bitterly, their voice laced with hurt. Without another word, they turned and began walking away, Laika following at their heels.

Don't look back, Vida. Ran away, when you can.

You watched them disappear into the trees, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing. Mychael didn’t lower his crossbow until they were completely out of sight. Even then, his eyes stayed fixed on the direction they’d gone, his tail flicking in agitation.

“I was missing… for months” you whispered to yourself, barely audible. Your legs wobbled as the realization settled like lead in your stomach.

Michelle shifted in your arms, her little hand clutching your shirt as if sensing your turmoil. “Mama?” she whimpered softly, her voice trembling.

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” you lied through gritted teeth, your voice breaking under the weight of your unraveling thoughts.

Behind you, Mychael stepped closer, his ears pressed flat against his head and his tail low, a rare expression of vulnerability. “Firefly,” he said again, softer this time, his hand reaching toward you.

But you flinched away, glaring at him with a mix of rage and anguish. “Don’t,” you snapped, your voice raw. “Don’t touch me.”

He froze, his hand hovering in the air before falling back to his side. For a moment, his mask of calm shattered, his expression pained. “(Y/N), I can explain—”

“Explain?!” you interrupted, your voice rising as you struggled to keep it together. “Explain what, Mychael? Why can barely I remember anything? Why does Vida know me but I don’t know her? Why have I been missing?!”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze dropping to the ground. The silence felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

“Let’s go,” you said sharply, adjusting Michelle in your arms. Your legs felt like they could give out any second, but you forced yourself forward, heading toward the path back home.

Mychael followed at a distance, his usual confident stride replaced with hesitation. His tail flicked nervously behind him, and his ears twitched as if listening for something—anything—that could justify the tension between you.

But all you could hear was the echo of Vida’s words: You’ve been missing for months.

As the cabin came into view, exhaustion hit you like a tidal wave. Your legs carried you inside on autopilot, the weight of the day's events pressing heavily on your shoulders. With trembling arms, you bathed Michelle to calm her down, then tucked her into bed. She looked up at you with wide, worried eyes, her small voice breaking the heavy silence.

“Mama, don’t cry…”

You forced a weak smile, brushing her soft hair back and kissing her forehead. “I’m okay, baby. Get some rest, okay?”

Michelle nodded reluctantly, curling up with her favorite blanket. Her breathing eventually slowed, becoming soft and steady as she drifted off to sleep. You stayed for a moment, watching her peaceful face, willing yourself to feel the same calm. But your mind churned with too many thoughts, and when you finally turned around, you found Mychael standing in the doorway.

His tall frame cast a shadow across the room, his expression unreadable. But his eyes told a different story—desperate, pleading, searching for forgiveness you weren’t ready to give.

You gently closed the door behind you as you left Michelle’s room, cutting off the faint sound of her breathing. Mychael was still standing there, his gaze downcast, unable to meet your eyes.

As you walked past him, he reached for your hand. “Firefly—”

“Is the bath ready?” you interrupted, your voice quiet but firm. “We can talk there… I don’t want Michelle to hear.”

His ears perked up slightly at your tone, but his expression remained pained. The sight of your tear-streaked face made his chest tighten, and guilt flashed in his golden eyes. He nodded, avoiding your gaze as you gently took his hand and led him toward the bathroom.

Inside, the faint warmth of steam filled the air, but it did little to ease the tension between you. Silently, you stripped off your clothes, and Mychael followed suit, his movements hesitant and self-conscious. His cheeks reddened slightly as he avoided looking directly at you, but this time, it wasn’t from shyness.

You stepped into the bath together, but unlike your usual routine, you didn’t lean back against his chest. Instead, you sat across from him, your arms wrapped around your knees as you met his gaze head-on. The silence between you was deafening, the air thick with unspoken words.

Finally, you sighed, breaking the tension. “So… tell me the truth, Mychael,” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and exhaustion. “What happened to me? What aren’t you telling me?”

He hesitated, his tail flicking once before going still, his ears flattening slightly. “It’s not what you think,” he said, his voice tight and strained.

“Then what is it?” you pressed, leaning forward despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you. “Because right now, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, widening the chasm between you. Mychael’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the tub.

“I can use hypnotism,” he finally admitted, his voice cracking. “And… I…”

Tears began to spill from his eyes, his ears drooping as his tail uncoiled and tentatively wrapped around your ankle, seeking comfort. You felt the trembling in his body, and despite everything, you instinctively reached down to gently stroke the tip of his tail.

“I used it to suppress your memories,” he confessed, his voice breaking completely. “I… I was so afraid of losing you. Afraid of what you’d do if you remembered everything. I’m so sorry, Firefly. I never wanted to hurt you, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

Tears streamed down both of your faces as he bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. His pain was palpable, but so was yours, a deep, sharp ache in your chest as his words sank in.

You tilted your head back, staring at the ceiling as disbelief washed over you. The man you loved, the man who had protected and cherished you, had also been the one to take away a part of who you were.

“You… you suppressed my memories,” you murmured, the words foreign and bitter on your tongue. “You altered my mind, Mychael. How could you do that to me?”

He didn’t look up, his tears falling silently into the water. “I thought I was protecting you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “But I know now I was wrong. I was selfish. And I’ll regret it every single day for the rest of my life.”

You closed your eyes, the weight of his confession pressing down on you like an unbearable burden. Trust, once shattered, wasn’t easily repaired. And while your heart ached at the sight of his visible remorse, the damage had already been done.

The man sitting across from you was both your greatest love and your deepest betrayer. As much as you wanted to forgive him, you weren’t sure you ever could.

Michelle’s innocent face flashed in your mind—your baby girl, who loved her father so purely, so deeply. How would this affect her? The thought of her bright, joyful spirit dimming under the weight of her parents falling apart was too much to bear.

You knew what you had to do.

For her sake.

Your chest ached with the decision, but it felt like the only path forward. You opened your eyes, fixing your gaze on Mychael. His own golden eyes were rimmed red with tears, his ears flattened with guilt and sorrow. He flinched slightly as you reached out, your fingers brushing through his soft golden locks. Gently, you stroked the smooth curve of his mushroom-like horn, the way you used to when seeking his comfort.

“Make me forget one more time,” you whispered, your voice trembling but resolute. “Please... for Michelle’s sake.”

Mychael froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. For a moment, he looked as if he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“Firefly...” His voice cracked, his tail curling tightly around himself. “No. I... I can’t. Not again. I already—”

“You will,” you cut him off, your tone firm despite the tears streaking your face. “Because this isn’t about us anymore. This is about her. She deserves to have both her parents. She deserves to be happy.”

Mychael’s hands trembled as they clenched the edge of the tub, his entire body tense with anguish. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I don’t deserve a second chance.”

“This isn’t about what you deserve,” you said softly, cupping his cheek. “This is about what she needs.”

His tears fell freely now, his resolve breaking under the weight of your words. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing tightly as though memorizing the warmth of your palm.

“I’ll do it,” he finally whispered, his voice shattered. “But... this time... I’ll make sure you never feel this pain again. I swear it.”

You nodded, your heart breaking even as you felt a sense of calm settle over you. You knew the cost of this decision, the ultimate sacrifice you were making for your daughter’s happiness.

As Mychael’s trembling hands wrapped around for you, his eyes faint glow of his magic beginning to swirl, you began to close your eyes of tiredness once more, your last coherent thought a prayer for Michelle.

For her, you would forget.

For her, you would start over.

Even if it meant losing yourself.

[0crispinn]

OH FUCK OFFF…how is this man a threat? he’s as sweet as a strawberry pop tart that leaves your mouth dry in he end. but it’s worth it because the flavor was fire. if i had the chance to meet such a man i’d most definitely get him to try funnel cake fries. gotta be my favorite thing ever.

i’m in and out of the lore for this guy, since it’s been so long since i played the game. a birdie tried to convince me he wouldn’t be as hot irl and tbf….idgaf. you’re telling me an alien man loves me regardless of who i am and what i like? sign me up. you’d never see me again. don’t even put me down as missing, say i am FOUND BECAUSE WOW i love this guy.

i like to think the fog he uses for mind control smells sweet..it’s that brain numbing sweet, to the point it’s like damn..i can’t get it out of my nostrils. i need a mychael at my doorstep.

[jamp15]

El menos dramático

[nikipuff]

Masterlist <33

A Date with Death

Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 1) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 2) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 3) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 4) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 5) The Last Day (Part 1) The Last Day (Good End) The Last Day (Bad End) !Messy!MC x Casper !TV/Actress!MC x Casper Scythe Practice Casper x !Thanatophobia!Reader !Human!Casper !Jealous!Casper Casper x !Clumsy!Reader Casper x !Nightowl!Reader Casper x !Breakdown!Reader Casper x !Period!MC Casper x !Forgetful!M Casper helping !Wife!MC with a headache Casper x Reader having a mental breakdown Casper helping Reader with cramps Casper x !Playful!Reader Double Date with Casper Don't Fear the Reaper Casper x !Clingy!Reader Accidental Kill A Helping Hand (Casper x Blind!Reader)

Ongoing fics for A Date With Death

Starry Nights

Mushroom Oasis

Comforting Mychael Holidays with Mychael Cooking with Mychael Sick Mychael Mychaal trying candy Mychael x !AvidReader!MC !Monster!Mychael x Reader A Birthday with Mychael Yandere Mychael Drabble Mychael x Reader who doesn't want to leave Mychael x Musical-loving Reader Don't Touch Those Mychael using his powers on MC

Killer Chat

Ronin x !Sick!Reader Angel with an Insomniac Partner Ronin x Reader with a fear of blood Ronin with an Insomniac Partner Ronin x !Nurse!Reader V has a nightmare Angel x !Protective!Darling Don't Leave Me (Ronin x !Dying!Reader) You Didn't Leave Me (Ronin x !Dying!Reader) Stop laughing! (Ronin x Reader) Ronin x !Streamer!Reader Dating Ronin headcanons Angel x !Manager!Reader Gaming Night Dying Reader Drabble (Ronin) Don't worry, Darlin' (Ronin) What They Wanted (Misaki) Keep Your Hand in Mine (Ronin) Bound (Yandere Ronin) Yandere Ronin Headcanons Goodbye Angel (Ronin x Reader, reader commits suicide) Ronin Angst Alphabet (p. 1) My Head... (Ronin x Reader / Angel x Reader) Ronin x Clingy!Reader I'm Here (Angel x Reader) Ronin getting arrested drabble

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro x !Child!Reader

My Hero Academia

Sweet Dreams (Shigaraki x Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru with a shy reader Yandere Satoru drabble

Bloodlust Masterlist (JJK x Reader)

[talkbycolor]

Mychael, sighing: i've never had a real friend before.

MC: i can be your friend.

Mychael:

Mychael: i've also never had a partner.

[jasmine-omni-bi]

He deserves a big ol smoooch