my best thing | mc
writer’s note:
hello, my darlings, it's ya girl. i’m feeling sad that christmas is coming to an end, so i wrote this, this is by no means my best work, just a lil soft something :)xx
tw: there aren’t really any trigger warnings needed as it’s just a little bit of soft mikey, but tbh that should be a warning in itself. swearing, kissing, physical touch, mention of sex, and maybe a slight sense of nostalgia as mentally, i’m still in the youngblood era. love from tiffy 🤍
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“baby. baby babes. what exactly are you doing?”
michael, who over this christmas break had taken to walking around the house with just the fuzzy socks you’ve gifted him for christmas, had snuck upstairs into the attic after you. you’d also gifted him slippers in an attempt to make him more distinguishable upon your hardware floors as he never wore shoes inside the home, but he’d slid the slippers under his side of the bed, claiming, “they should be for cold feeties only.”
you, the one he’d claimed after opening his rather grandparent-like presents from you was the only gift he’d ever need and want, shouted in surprise from where you were standing: on an old rocking chair, attempting to retrieve a checked fleece blanket from a shelf.
“i want to get this blanket; they’re showing all four of the ‘home alone’ ‘s in a few minutes, and i wanted to be extra cozy.”
michael assumed “they” was a broadcasting service on the TV, and watched with amusement as you stood on your tippy-toes in a spirited attempt to take hold of the requested blanket.
you squealed as the chair rocked forwards, your hand still outreached, and you flipped michael a middle finger as you heard a snicker behind you.
quiet as always, michael walked up behind you, placing a hand on your waist (and smiling when you jumped in surprise), and reached with ease as he took the blanket off the shelf. he handed it to you wordlessly and giggled when you hugged it tight like a five-year-old reunited with their favorite cuddly toy.
michael placed the hand on your waist on your back, and swung his other arm underneath your legs, lifting you into his arms, pressed against his chest.
you tucked the blanket between your legs, and put both your arms around his neck. “my knight in shining amour”, you murmured.
michael placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and carefully carried you back downstairs.
“come on, kitten. i’ll make you a hot chocolate with that velvetiser i got you.”
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midway through ‘home alone 4′ when imposter-kevin opened up a gift from his new step-mother, and exclaimed, “wow, thanks!”, you turned to michael, who, to your surprise, was avidly watching rather than snoring, and asked, “what was your best thing this christmas, mikey?”
he flicked his eyes up to you. “what, present wise?” he mumbled, his mouth pressed against your shoulder as he snuggled into position as a big spoon.
“yeah,” you nodded.
“you, kitten, you’re my best thing.”
you giggled, covering your mouth with the blanket. “is that because i blew you on christmas night?”
michael giggled at the memory but shook his head. “no, kitten. this is the first full christmas break we’ve had together since we were sixteen. i got to spend it with warm toes, and my fiesty, festive kitten. you’ve always been my best thing.”
there was silence between you two, aside from imposter-kevin on the tv.
you unwrapped your hand from the blanket, and put it on michael’s cheek, bringing his eyes up to meet yours. “you’ve always been my best thing, mikey.”
michael smiled at you, the big, toothy, happy one you love to see, and reached around ever so slightly to kiss you.
“well, that’s good,” michael winked.
michael reached around you to the cabinet drawer behind your head and pulled a small box out.
“seeing as i have something i want to ask you.”
