#mikesquared

[michaelaftonlover]

Hi. Michael in Miketosis is Against The Kitchen Floor to me. Okay? Okay.

These parts in specific (80% of the song)

[zeph-ghoul]

Miketosis.. mike squared whatever you wanna call them,, i love ts ship so much

my instagram is tagged if you wanna follow it.. yay

[noxexistant]

thinking about the contrast between mike and abby in their too-small house full of bare minimum secondhand furniture, scraping money together for cheap dinners. mike overworking himself at minimum wage jobs for survival, so exhausted he’s sick with it but having to push on anyway. versus michael alone in the big, beautiful afton family home, feeling his skin crawl every time he thinks about all the empty halls and rooms — so many of them he can’t even enter because they’re too triggering. him having all of his father’s money but nothing to do with it, he doesn’t even eat most days — and the money is his father’s. he doesn’t want to touch it.

mike fantasising about a life like michael’s. a big house abby could run around and play in, space for mike to work out. all the ways he’d spend all of that money.

michael fantasising about a life like mike’s. a small, cosy home with people who love him. warmth and connection. all the things he’d say if there was someone there to listen.

[noxexistant]

miketosis. to me

[noxexistant]

michael trying to protect mike in some circumstance and getting his shit absolutely rocked but he doesn’t care because he got the attention off of mike and that’s all that matters, even if michael got injured.

mike protecting michael and beating the everloving shit out of someone with his bare hands and having to be dragged off of them while he’s trying to go back for more because they hurt michael.

[noxexistant]

a drag path — mike schmidt/michael afton (3.3k words)

cw; self-harm, abuse

"Michael?" he says. He raps his knuckles against the doorframe, and from inside there's another shuffle, a frantic little burst of movement. Mike can't hear him breathing, as if he's holding his breath. "Michael, are you in there? You okay?"
The silence stretches. Until finally Michael's voice comes, small and tight like Mike hasn't heard it since the night they met, when Michael was talking to his older sister.
"Yes," he says. It's clipped. Unfamiliar. "I'm. I'm here."
Mike swallows. He doesn't know why he feels nauseous. "You okay?" he repeats.
Of all the responses in the world, he isn't expecting Michael to sob.

Or, Mike comes home later than he said he would. Michael may have panicked in the meantime.

hi i wrote another miketosis fic <3 the vibes are somewhat different to my first one

[noxexistant]

miketosis is so “i will find you in every lifetime (threat and promise)”

[noxexistant]

huge fan of miketosis